"See, Harry, just below the tower, under the dark marker...... Oh my God...... Someone can't be left behind......" Hagrid stopped talking, the thought was so terrifying that he couldn't even say it out loud.

Dumbledore, Hagrid didn't even dare to name it now, from the beginning of the sworn confirmation that Snape was involved in some secret operation of Dumbledore.

Admittedly, Hagrid was still very talented, and his blind suspicion of Dumbledore made him believe in Snape immensely.

This is infinitely close to the truth, but Snape indulges these Death Eaters in Hogwarts, although it is a bit difficult for a strong man, but Van Lin is still not very acceptable.

Harry walked beside Vanlin, his face and legs could feel the pain left by the various spells of the previous half hour, but he felt that the pain was far away, as if someone around him was suffering from it and not himself.

What was really real and inescapable was the feeling of panic that was constantly suppressed in his chest...... He and Hagrid sleepwalked through the whispered crowd to the front, flanked by stunned students and teachers making way for them.

Harry heard Hagrid's wails of pain and shock, but he didn't stop, he slowly walked to the corner where Dumbledore was lying and crouched down beside him.

Harry knew from the beginning that there was no hope, he had seen Dumbledore's body drift into the air due to the spell, and when it happened, it only meant that the person who had been hit was dead, but Harry never dreamed that he would end up looking at him like this here, lying on all fours, scarred: this man was the greatest wizard in the world that Harry had ever known, or in this life, in his life.

Dumbledore's eyes were closed, but perhaps because of the strange angle of his hands and feet, he looked more like he was asleep. Harry stretched out his hands and straightened the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with his own sleeves. He stared at the wise, old countenance, and slowly grasped a nightmarish, unacceptable revelation that Dumbledore could no longer talk to him, that he could no longer help him—the crowd whispered behind Harry.

"Come here, Harry...... No Harry, you can't stay here,... Now move on ......"

But Harry didn't want to leave Dumbledore's side, he didn't want to go anywhere, and Van Lin gently pressed his trembling shoulder from behind, and then another voice said, "Harry, come on." ”

A small, warm hand grabbed Harry and pulled him upward.

Van Lin looked up in amazement, and he saw Hermione and Ginny walking over.

The girl's face was a little embarrassed, with messy hair and a smoky little face.

Van Lin asked Hermione to wait for him in the public room, maybe someone from the Order of the Phoenix came, and Hermione looked like she was going through a tough battle.

Moving away from Harry's side, instinctively, Van Lin leaned towards Hermione's place.

It's always like this when it's practice, and when Van Lin is exhausted and exhausted, Van Lin always likes to lie on Hermione's lap.

However, it is clearly not suitable now.

"Let's go. Vanlin said, calling Harry and Ginny to leave.

Ginny tugged lightly, and Harry complied without thinking about anything.

He simply followed the people he knew, and there was a floral smell in the air, emanating from Ginny, who had led him back to the castle.

A strange voice woke him up. Crying, shouting, wailing pierced the night sky.

But the four of them continued to walk forward, stepping over the steps into the hall.

People stared at him as they wandered in Harry's sharp gaze, whispering and wondering.

The glittering Gryffindor rubies on the ground were like dripping blood.

Then they walked towards the marble staircase.

"We're going to the hospital now...... Ginny said, "and so is Verlin." ”

"I'm not hurt!" Harry instinctively resisted.

"It's Professor McGonagall's order," Hermione continued, "everybody's there, Ron, Tonks, Lupin, and everybody. ”

"What about Sirius?" Van Lin frowned.

From the very beginning of the battle, Van Lin waited by the sidelines, standing behind all the Death Eaters, and he could wipe them out with his wand if he wanted to.

Obviously, though, he couldn't do that, he had to wait for Dumbledore.

It wasn't until Sirius came here that he chased Bella out because Bella had petrified an unlucky ghost.

Once again, a feeling of fear rolled through Harry's chest.

"Yes, what about Sirius?"

"I don't know, he hasn't come back yet, he came to Gryffindor to find Van Lin, and then ......"

"And then?"

"He's gone after Bellatrix, and he wants you to help Professor Lupin, but he hasn't found you. ”

"Where did you go?" Hermione asked, "I didn't see you in the place of the fighting, and I'm worried......"

"Take over the magic circle. "I've been outside the castle. ”

"Yes, Van Lin killed a few Death Eaters by name. Harry briefly said, "Ginny, who's dead?"

"Don't worry, every single one of us is fine but Malfoy said he killed a man, he was going to kill Bill, but everything was fine, Bill was alive. ”

"Bill is hurt?" Van Lin frowned, he had been with Malfoy, and Malfoy had said it, but he hadn't.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure...... He's just a little bit of a mess, that's all. Greyback attacked him. Madam Pomfrey said he would never look the same again......" Ginny's voice trembled a little. "We don't know what the consequences will be, I mean, Greyback was a werewolf, but he wasn't shape-shifting at that point. ”

"Also...... There are others who are on the ground...... Neville and Professor Flitwick are both injured, but Madam Pomfrey says they will recover. And an Auror died, he was killed by a huge golden spell and burned everywhere......" Hermione said, and Van Lin saw Hermione's slightly charred hair, and the flames were definitely exploding around Hermione.

But he waited at the observatory early and did nothing.

"You ......" Van Lin touched Hermione's short hair with some distress.

"I think I'm probably going to have to keep my hair short for a while. ”

"That must be pretty. ”

"Speaking of which, thank you, Van Lin. "All the people in the gold bar are gathered, and maybe the unlucky guy who heard the sound will die." "When the members found out about this, everyone quickly stopped the guys who were still conscious, except for ...... Slytherin. ”

When they arrived at the school hospital, Harry eagerly opened the door to see Neville lying on the bed, apparently asleep. Not far from the door, Ron, Luna, Tonks, and Lupin gathered around another bed near the end of the ward.

They all looked up at the sound of the door opening, and Tonks ran to Harry and hugged him.

Lupin also walked over to this side, looking worried.

"Are you two alright, Harry?"

"I'm fine," Harry said, "but something might be wrong with Van Lin. ”

Harry recalled Van Lin's magic, the terrifying power and the cold and pale look of Van Lin's body when he came out.

"It's okay," Van Lin shook his head, it was rare that this time he didn't have to lie in Madam Pomfrey's hospital, but this time it was someone else.

"Harry and I got into a fight with the Death Eaters at the school gate. "A few died, and some were injured, but I think I only needed some mana to recover, and I ate well." Van Lin hurriedly explained to Hermione, "So, how's Bill?"

Van Lin was extremely concerned about this issue.

Speaking of which. Although Bill is not very reliable, of course, it is just a daily behavior, Bill is a very character person, the Weasleys, except for Fred and George, and Bill and Van Lin play the best.

Ron can't either, as for the rest, Ginny is Hermione's best friend, and Charlie and Percy The span between them and Verlin is too big, and everyone will feel restrained when communicating.

However, no one answered.

Van Lin looked over Hermione's shoulder and found an unrecognizable face lying on Bill's pillow, very badly cut and poisoned that made him look oddly shaped.

Madam Pomfrey was medicating him with some pungent smell of green ointment.

Harry remembered how easily Snape had used his wand to repair Malfoy's sword wound, the last spell Harry had swung at him.

"Can you fill them with magic or something," Harry quickly asked the head nurse.

"No magic can do that," Madam Pomfrey said. "I've tried everything I know, but none of them have healed a werewolf's bite. ”

"But he didn't bite during the full moon," Ron said, staring into his brother's face and wondering how he could force her to heal Bill. I had to look at Bill blankly.

"Greyback, not deformed. So Bill isn't going to turn out to be a real ......"

Ron looked at Lupin in disbelief.

"No, I think Bill is going to be a real werewolf," Lupin said, but that doesn't mean he's defiled, it's a healable wound that he may not be adequately healed now and Bill may have some cruel traits from now on.

"Dumbledore may know something, but," Ron said, "where is Dumbledore, Bill is frantically fighting according to his orders, and he owes Bill that he can't leave in this situation." ”

"But, Ron......" Van Lin frowned, he was troubled by Bill's injury, "Dumbledore is dead!"

Ron was stunned for a moment.

"No!" Lupin snarled, then looked at Harry impulsively, as if hoping it wasn't what Van Lin said.

But Harry didn't say anything, and Lupin suddenly spread out on the chair next to Bill, covering his face with his hands.

Harry had never seen Lupin so out of control, he felt like he was being forced on something.

"It'......" Ron stammered a little, looking at Van Lin pleadingly.

Fan Lin nodded slightly, indicating that what he said was true.

Van Lin tried his best to avoid such a topic, but, in any case, it was impossible to get around it.

"So, how did he die," Tonks whispered. "What happened?"

"Snape killed him!" said Harry, "I was there, I saw everything, and we reached the Tower of Astrology, because Malfoy was there...... Dumbledore was already wounded, he was weak but I think when we heard footsteps coming from the stairs he recognized it was a trap and he held me in place and I couldn't do anything about it, I was in the cloak of invisibility, and then Malfoy came out from behind the door and was disarmed by him. ”

Luna covered her mouth, a rare elf-like girl, showing a sense of collapse.

After that, more Death Eaters arrived, and Snape did just that, Avadasso's Curse. Harry couldn't say it anymore.

Madam Pomfrey wept bitterly, and no one noticed her except Ginny.

"Listen!" Madam Pomfrey tried to cover her mouth with her fingers, her eyes wide open in some places in the darkness that Harry had never heard before, the phoenix was singing in a way that was terrifyingly beautiful.

Harry departed, away from the phoenix's singing, but the music still surrounded him, not gone: it was his own grief, chanted like magic, echoing over the ground and through the windows of the castle. They stood there for a long time, listening, and he didn't know or why, as the voice of grief seemed to lighten their pain.

After what felt like a long time, the hospital door opened again, and Professor McGonagall walked in.

As if resting, she was tired of every recent battle, her face was scratched, and her robe was wrinkled. "Molly and Arthur are on their way," she said.

The spell of music was broken, and everyone awoke from their daze, turning to look at Bill, others rubbing their eyes or shaking their arms.

"Harry, what's going on? According to Hagrid, you're with Dumbledore again, so when he's ...... When it happened. ”

"Snape killed Dumbledore," Harry said as she stared at him for a moment, then shaken, Madam Pomfrey seemed to shrink into a ball, and as for Professor McGonagall, it was like a lightning strike, and Van Lin looked at Professor McGonagall's body as if she had been nailed to the floor.

"Snape is a very skilled mind-shroud," Lupin said, his voice sharp, "we all know that. ”

"But Dumbledore swears he's on our side," Tonks whispered, "I've been thinking that Dumbledore knows something about Snape and we don't know ......"

"He's been suggesting that he has a firm reason to trust Snape," Professor McGonagall muttered, "I mean...... History of Snape...... Of course, there is a limit to what people know...... But Dumbledore made it clear to me that Snape's repentance was absolutely sincere—that I could no longer listen to what was opposed to him!"

"I want to know what Snape told him to convince him so much," Tonks said.

"I know," said Harry, and everyone turned to look at him. "Snape sent the news to Voldemort that Voldemort had killed my parents, and then Snape told Dumbledore that he recognized what he had done and sincerely apologized for what he had done, but sadly they were all dead, and that "all the people were staring at him."

"Did Dumbledore believe that?" Lupin said skeptically, "Dumbledore believed that Snape regretted James......' death?"

"He deserves to be condemned for not considering my mother," Harry said, "because she was Muggle-born...... 'half-blood,' and he called her that......"

No one asked Harry how he knew. Everyone seemed to be in a state of fear, trying to accept the hard truth and all that was going on.

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