HP: The Shadow Returns

Dusawa watched Lucius and the Death Eaters being caught, with a trace of contempt on his face.

As soon as she raised her wand, she was targeted by many people, whether they were students at Hogwarts or members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dusava's robe rolled up and turned into black mist that scattered in the air, as did other Hydera members.

Seeing them suddenly disappearing, everyone couldn't help but feel wary. Ron held the wand and moved around, seemingly not knowing where to aim the wand in his daze.

The Aurors controlling the Death Eaters behind them screamed in pain, followed by the sounds of falling to the ground. By the time everyone reacted, these outstanding Aurors had died on the spot.

And the controlled Death Eaters were nowhere to be seen.

"Harry! Professor Dumbledore!"

Neville gasped and exclaimed, which suddenly turned everyone's attention back.

I don't know when Dumbledore stood up with his heavy body. He waved his wand and used his last strength to open Theodore and push Harry out of the danger range.

Upon seeing this, Virta immediately half-closed his eyes and showed a meaningful smile to Harry Potter. The savior stared at the smile on that gorgeous face.

Suddenly Dusava suddenly reappeared in front of everyone. She and dozens of other members stopped between the two waves of people. Finally, as if performing some kind of ceremony, she bent down and put her right hand on the ground.

In an instant, an unexpected wall of fire rose up in front of them. Harry, who was almost licked by the flames, took a few steps back. Ron hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him back.

"Dumbledore is still in there!"

Everyone looked at the wall of fire in front of them, and the blazing ferocious flames illuminated the complicated expressions on their faces.

"No!"

Dumbledore...will be fine...

When Virta felt the heat in the wall of fire, she felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. She turned her cold eyes to Dumbledore, who was standing here holding a wand.

The three of them were playing chess, and Dumbledore was obviously at a disadvantage. The dying old man turned his head and said in an extremely low voice.

"Sansaro...did you really not feel true love at Hogwarts? Your friend..."

"Of course they are good friends, professor." Huerta raised her chin slightly, and the fierce fire around her made the indifference on her face even brighter.

The jet-black hair was fluttering, and little bits of sunlight could be seen rippling on it.

"I've never denied that."

More than half an hour later, Fudge, who was belatedly arriving as the Minister of Magic, opened his eyes wide and saw the wall of fire rising into the sky and entrenching the Fiery Snake, and then he struggled to accept the fact that Voldemort was back.

When he saw Moody's body, his whole body suddenly became depressed.

"Where's Dumbledore? Is he still in there?" Fudge cheered up and asked Nymphadora, who often followed Alastor.

Nymphadora held Alastor's body expressionlessly, her eyes wandering without any intention of answering him.

Kingsley stood up and explained the situation to him. As he spoke, he occasionally glanced at the savior who was leaning against the wall and staring blankly at the sea of ​​fire.

"Why not all curses will end? Or something else!" Fudge frowned after hearing this and asked sternly.

"Of course we used it, Minister Fudge, it was of no use," a disgraced Neville said cautiously as he appeared out of nowhere.

"That may be a new and improved kind of Lihuo... They even have a little green color."

Kingsley and Fudge looked at each other.

On the other side, Ron stayed by Harry's side to comfort him with his silent companionship and those clumsy words.

"Harry, Dumbledore is the most powerful white wizard in this century. He will be fine."

Unfortunately, Harry Potter couldn't listen to anything at this moment. Today, he has lost two people who have been protecting him.

Dumbledore....he must hold on.

Luna, who had been quiet all this time, stared at her two big eyes, seeming to see something through the flames. She straightened up, tilted her head and said

"You see, the flames seem to have diminished."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone almost fell into a state of excitement. They struggled to stand up and gathered around the wall of fire.

Sure enough, the flames that were as high as the dome at first began to slowly descend, and their trembling hearts were lifted higher and higher as the height dropped.

Slowly, they could vaguely see the scene on the other side, but not much. Harry stretched his head anxiously to look at the scene inside.

Luna had already begun to close her eyes and pray. In this suffocating silence, they saw clearly a motionless figure lying on the ground.

That familiar gray-white robe and long beard...

That's Dumbledore!

Harry saw this.

Suddenly he felt as if he had been hit hard on the head by a huge bludger, and his heart hormones were beating faster.

He was dizzy and fell limply to the ground. The surrounding images and figures gradually became blurred and rustled.

"Harry!"

"Harry...."

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Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He once served as a teacher of Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, received the Order of Merlin First Class, founder and secret keeper of the Order of the Phoenix, president of the International Federation of Wizards, and chief wizard of the Wizengamot.

He has been nominated by the Minister of Magic many times and is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Death was officially declared.

This incident began to spread throughout the world immediately. No one doubted his righteous actions. This time the Dark Lord was really back.

He also killed Dumbledore, and now no one can really suppress him.

The funeral of this great man was held at Hogwarts, the school he loved and worked for many years.

The day of the funeral happened to be cloudy, and there seemed to be light rain in the sky.

There was no light in the entire dome, and it seemed that the drizzling rain was also mourning for him. The centaurs and the creatures in the forbidden forest collectively walked out of the forbidden forest, looking at the black lake surrounded by people gathered from a distance.

The birds in the sky screamed and stood on the branches of the trees and lowered their heads.

All the students, professors, and many wizards gathered here, and they all gathered around a large open space next to the black lake with sad expressions.

But there were no Slytherins among them, no one knew where they were going, and no one cared.

Dumbledore was lying quietly in the middle, in a coffin surrounded by flowers. His bright face seemed to open his eyes and come alive in the next second, and then excitedly told everyone that this was just a prank.

But everyone knew that this was just a fantasy and Dumbledore really left.

McGonagall in front couldn't help secretly wiping her tears. She suppressed her sobs but was still heard. Sprout, the Head of House of Hufflepuff, stepped forward to hug her and comfort her.

Harry hadn't said a word since he woke up. His eyes seemed to have lost their light, and he looked at the dead Dumbledore with a dull look.

He didn't know how he had spent the past few days, nor how he was brought here.

Sirius, Dumbledore, Moody...all died on that day, ending with Moody's funeral the day before yesterday.

He began to endlessly examine and doubt himself. If he were not so impulsive and confident, they would definitely not die.

This is all his fault.

Ron on the side saw his brother's frustrated and painful look, and seemed to know what Harry was thinking telepathically.

He was thinking of comforting him, but Harry's gloomy expression and the following words made Ron almost have his heart stop.

"It would be nice if I died too..."

"what are you saying!"