The Emerald at Hogwarts

Chapter 625

The battle between the two was indistinguishable for a while, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the Death Eaters were able to safely withdraw from the school.Once out of the coverage area of ​​the anti-apparition spell, the Death Eaters disappeared in place.

The sound of Apparition starting sounded one after another, and the front of Hogwarts was empty in a short while.Although they evacuated in a bit of a panic, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were the winners tonight.

From the Ministry of Magic all the way to Hogwarts, although the corpses of the companions left behind piled up into mountains, but judging from the results of the battle alone, these losses were worth it.

When the Death Eaters were almost evacuated, Voldemort didn't intend to entangle with Ada any more.

Ada couldn't help him, but if those Aurors rushed up together, no matter how powerful Voldemort's magic power was, he would still be on the spot.

Seeing the opportunity, Voldemort hit Ada with a powerful black magic, causing an explosion in an instant, flying earth and rocks, and billowing smoke and dust.Facing the dust and gravel that covered the sky and the sun, Ada also had to stop, no longer bullying her body to attack.

When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Voldemort had already retreated far away, and Ada and the rest had no way to keep him.

The night wind blew Voldemort's sleeves, and the Dark Lord, whose face was as pale as a corpse, said, "Dumbledore is just the beginning, and then it will be your turn, Esmeralda Drizzt."

The black Fiercefire had been extinguished, and members of the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix had heard Voldemort's harsh words, and their performances varied.

When Hogwarts was in danger, Dumbledore did not show up from the beginning to the end, and many people already had speculation in their hearts.It's just that this speculation made them feel absurd. Dumbledore was dead or killed, how could it be possible!

Among the people present, only Harry saw the scene of Dumbledore's killing with his own eyes.

Hearing Dumbledore's name again, Harry in the crowd felt his stomach churning, his limbs were trembling, his body was in pain, and every breath he took was a tingling pain.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Hagrid's voice was like thunder.

The half-blood giant was so afraid of Voldemort, but now he bravely refuted him because he didn't believe that Dumbledore was dead.

Hagrid's big hairy head was shaking, and he looked at everyone around him, hoping that someone around him could tell him that Albus Dumbledore was not dead.

But the reality is always cruel, no one can stand up and say that Dumbledore is not dead.

Harry, who was trembling all over, clenched his fists and looked directly at Voldemort on the opposite side of the crowd, full of anger!

"Albus Dumbledore is dead, but it doesn't matter," Ada said, sounding cold-blooded, even unkind.

Everything tonight is proving that what Voldemort said is true, Dumbledore really left this world.Everyone is sad and upset by this unfortunate news, and some even feel that the sky is falling.

"The world will go on without anyone, and the resistance against you will not stop because of his death." Ada continued, "When one Dumbledore falls, there will be more Dumbledore standing Come out. You never understood that, Mr. Riddle."

Ada's voice was not loud, but Wanfeng sent her words to everyone's ears, giving everyone the strength and courage to continue to resist.

Voldemort first looked at Harry in the crowd with disdain, and then looked at Ada. He said mockingly: "Then who is the next Dumbledore? Harry Potter, who is vulnerable, still took his You with the wand?"

Whether King Arthur understands the human heart, Ada is not very clear, but Voldemort certainly does not understand the human heart.

He thought that the heavy damage to the Ministry of Magic would make people no longer resist the Dark Lord's rule; he thought that Dumbledore's death would make people completely lose the courage to resist; he thought that death was the key to life.

However, some people are dead when they die, leaving only a piece of loess and a few bones; some people are dead, but they are still alive, and their names are immortal.

"There is no shortage of heroes in this world. Everyone can be Albus Dumbledore." Ada replied, "This is why you are doomed, Mr. Riddle."

Voldemort laughed wildly, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

In Voldemort's view, Ada was only able to speak so brazenly because she had strength comparable to her own.In Voldemort's eyes, only strength and immortality are the most important.

"I hope you can be as sharp-tongued as you are today when you beg for mercy, Drizzt," said Voldemort grimly.

Maybe it's because of the love potion, maybe it's a childhood experience, Voldemort lacks a complex thing called "emotion".In his world, there will never be "the spirit is immortal, but the role model remains".

"There won't be such a day, Mr. Riddle." Ada said contemptuously, "Even though the night swallows everything up, the sun will still rise as usual."

A gust of wind swept up and swept away Voldemort's figure. He didn't want to waste his words with Ada.

Everyone has a different understanding of the world, and none of them can convince the other, and they don't have to.

In silence, everyone walked towards the castle quietly, more and more windows were lit up, and the appearance of Voldemort and Death Eaters disrupted the night at Hogwarts.

The oak gates opened before them, and the lights shone down on the drive and lawn.Slowly, the crowd in pajamas came down the stairs suspiciously, looking around nervously, looking for the traces left by the Death Eaters who had fled in the night.

Many people had gathered under the Astronomy Tower, and they found Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, lying on the grass.His eyes are closed, and he looks like he is asleep from the perspective of his limbs spread out.

The crowd murmured, and some wept softly.Albus Dumbledore's death was hard for people to accept, even after seeing it with their own eyes.

Harry made his way through the crowd, stepped forward and knelt beside Dumbledore's body.Reaching out to straighten the half-moon spectacles on his hooked nose, he wiped the blood from the corner of Dumbledore's mouth with his sleeve.

Ada stood aside, staring at the old face full of wisdom.She had known Dumbledore would die for a long time, and although she felt sad in her heart, she felt that she could accept it.

After all, Dumbledore is over 100 years old, and death may be a relief to him after all.

However, when Ada saw Dumbledore's body with her own eyes, she found it difficult for her to accept this cruel fact, but she had to accept it.She couldn't even shed tears like others, let alone cry, she was Esmeralda Drizzt.

Ginny stepped out of the crowd, pulled Harry up with her warm hands, and left the place with the dazed and painful Harry.As Harry left, the crowd gathered around him, everyone knew Dumbledore was gone, and sobbing, shouting, and wails pierced the night.

Where Ada was still standing alone, she reached out and took off her robe, and gently covered Dumbledore's cold body.

It's really naughty, white beard is a lot of age, but he doesn't know how to take good care of himself, the night is cool and windy, but he still wants to lie on the ground.

After that, no one will ask Ida for woolen socks; no one will argue with Ida whether fudge is sweeter than fudge, and no one will talk to Ida with a wand up.

Not again, Albus Dumbledore.

A crescent moon drilled out of the cloud layer, and was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and it was pitch black under the Astronomy Tower.

I don't know who raised the wand first, and then everyone raised their wands, and the faint light of the fluorescent spell was dispelling the darkness.

Ada also drew her wand, the Elder Wand that once belonged to Albus Dumbledore.Pointing her wand at the sky, she whispered, "Luminescence!"

The bright light pierced through the layers of dark clouds, and the bright moonlight shone down, raising a silver glow all over the place.

Those who have burned themselves must at last be stars brighter than the light of day, and they never die and never leave.Ada could only comfort herself in this way.

(End of this chapter)