HP: The Shadow Returns

There were many guests in the Burrow today. They sat around the long dining table, and words came out from time to time in the silent air.

This situation made the atmosphere here become more and more depressing.

Moreover, Snape was not among them, and no one knew where he had gone.

Harry had an inexplicable premonition. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to contact Dumbledore's brother, perhaps to seek peace from the elders.

Or maybe it’s for something else——

"Harry, it's obviously unsafe to use an owl to deliver messages, and..."

"He didn't write me back"

Harry sat at the table blankly, and what he said shocked everyone.

"What? You already?" After hearing this, Ron couldn't help turning around and rubbing his hair irritably.

"Something must have happened to Dumbledore," Harry muttered to himself, staring at the lines on the table.

"I can feel"

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other. She half bent over and asked cautiously.

"Harry, you mean the other Dumbledore is in danger?"

“I have to go and see”

Harry clutched his heart, which suddenly became a little panicked, and his dull and willowy hair hung down on both sides of his face, making the savior look a bit like a lost homeless man.

This sudden decision made several people feel a little baffled, but Harry couldn't wait too long. He ignored everyone's dissuasion, packed up hastily and left here by apparating.

"Harry! Damn it!"

Ron immediately wanted to go with him, but he was not skilled in Apparition, and Hermione had never taken anyone with her before.

Plus Ginny…

Several people finally found a way to follow Harry to the village of Hogsmeade. There was no one in the dilapidated Pig's Head pub, and the mess inside looked like it had been through a war.

There were broken pieces of wood and broken and shaking cabinet doors everywhere, as well as broken glass pieces on the ground.

The portrait of the blond woman on the wall was broken into pieces, pieces of different sizes, and hit the ground very unevenly. Her face was broken, and she seemed to be crying with her eyes closed.

Such an extremely embarrassing sight struck their eyes.

Several people thought of bad things almost instantly.

"Harry!"

Ginny looked at Harry who was sitting on the only intact wooden bench. She reached over the ruins and held his shoulders tightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but still nothing came out.

"Who do you think can take away Dumbledore's brother?"

Unexpectedly, it was Ron who calmed down first. He carefully stepped on the mess around him and used a lighting spell to light up the room.

Looking around, he picked up a wooden stool leg that was almost covered in dust and had obvious cutting marks lying on the ground.

After looking at it for a while, the black mist lingering on it made him very familiar.

With a hint of coldness, it looked like some extremely dangerous black magic.

"The Dark Lord? Veltar? Hydra? Who else but them?"

Hermione wrapped her too thin body in a thick coat, trying her best to hide the uneasiness on her face, frowning and thinking for a while.

But the result is obviously obvious. Who else but the two Dark Lords can take away Dumbledore so easily?

The sound of the two people's discussion echoed in the empty room. Harry, who had been here for a long time, was sitting motionless on his chair.

His fists were clenched tighter and tighter, but the expression on his face was always strangely calm.

The dim light from the window fell on his hunched back, and the dark and interlaced light images cast a layer of cold light on the savior.

He was very sad and in pain now, and Ginny could clearly feel it. She held Harry's cold shoulders and slowly sat next to him.

The voice was very firm, as if it contained the innate courage of life.

"Maybe he's alive, Harry, and we still have a chance. As long as we can defeat Virta, as long as it's at their wedding-"

"Do you remember that plan? I will rescue my brothers together!"

Ron helped Hermione and slowly came over in the messy environment. The four of them sat facing each other under the broken moon.

Hermione agreed with Ginny's words. She covered her mouth and coughed weakly.

"We still have hope, Harry, do you remember Dumbledore's words? As long as you are here, we will not lose so easily!"

Seeing this, Ron stretched out his hand to press his shoulders. The childish look on the red-haired boy's face seemed to have receded when he faced big issues, and every freckle on his face seemed to be filled with determination.

"I will always be by your side, no matter success or failure, Harry, I believe in you, and you must believe in me."

Ginny held his hand, and the body temperature slowly infected Harry's distracted mind.

Finally a moment passed

Harry slowly raised his head. He still had the messy hair, but now it was a bit crazy, and his eyes behind the whitened frames became extremely cold.

He gritted his teeth like an angry lion and squeezed the wand in his hand tightly.

"Then let's make a last ditch effort, friends - one side of light and darkness will end here, but I believe it will definitely not be us!"

"Whether it's Velta or Voldemort - they all have to pay!"

...

"Hogsmeade, someone called my name"

Voldemort, who was standing in the cold wind of the castle, suddenly seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked into the distance, his black robe swaying, and his handsome profile once again made Bella feel fascinated.

A soft sigh escaped from his throat, but it always felt dangerous.

"That must be the savior"

Virta stood not far away, his pale face hidden in the long collar of night crow feathers, his strategizing and cold expression did not change at all, just like Quetzalcoatl in the night.

Her cold pupils turned slightly, staring down at Snape and some Death Eaters who were kneeling motionless on the ground.

Only Bella straightened up slightly and looked at Voldemort dreamily, but at this moment, Virta's attention was all focused on the bearded corpse beside them.

He was lying on his back, and the stiff expression on his face and the paleness unique to the dead were clearly visible.

Huerta narrowed his eyes and slowly walked down the steps from the high platform.

"You have proven your loyalty once again, Severus."

After coming back to his senses, Voldemort lowered his cold gaze as arrogantly as ever, his thin lips curled up, and he praised slowly, and his pale knuckles gently scratched the air in front of him.

"You are my most loyal servant - whether it is providing clues or organizing proactive actions, you are very active -"