Dumbledore was reminded to be careful, but the headless guard was still protecting him and continued to push him against the back wall, and he couldn't get out from behind it. "In fact, your greatest failure is not understanding that there are worse things than death—"

Another green light shot out from behind the silver shield, and this time it was the one-armed centaur who galloped in front of Dumbledore, shattered by the spell.Before the shards hit the ground, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and was waving it like a whip.A long, thin flame shot out from the tip of the staff and wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all.Asked for a split second, it looked like Dumbledore had won, but then the matchlock turned into a viper and swam quickly down Voldemort, hissing viciously, and facing Dumbledore.

Voldemort was gone, the snake rose to its feet on the floor, ready to fight - and a flame exploded in mid-air above Dumbledore's head, and Voldemort reappeared.He stood on the pedestal in the middle of the pool, where the five statues stood just now.

"Be careful!" Harry yelled.

The moment he yelled, another green light flew out from Voldemort's wand and shot at Dumbledore, and the poisonous snake also launched an attack at the same time, the phoenix Fawkes landed in front of Dumbledore, mouth opened It got so big that it swallowed the green light whole in one gulp: it burned into a ball of flame and fell to the floor, small and wrinkled, unable to fly again.At the same moment, Dumbledore gave his wand a hearty, wide swing—the snake—was some distance from sinking its fangs into his flesh, and was thrown high into the air, turning into a thick wisp. The smoke disappeared.The water in the pool rose up, enveloping Voldemort like a cocoon made of glass water.

In the blink of an eye, a black, rippling, faceless figure of Voldemort gleamed dimly on the pedestal.Inside, he was clearly struggling to break free of this suffocating cocoon of water.

Then he broke free, and the splashed water fell back into the sink with a splash, and a flood of water gushed out of the sink, wetting the smooth floor.

"Master!" Bellatrix shrieked.

No doubt it was over, no doubt Voldemort decided to run away, and Harry tried to run from behind his statue guard, but Dumbledore yelled at him, "Stay there, Harry!"

For the first time, Dumbledore sounded panicked.Harry didn't understand why: the hall was empty except for them, Bellatrix was sobbing, still crushed by the wizard statue, and Fawkes the phoenix was neighing feebly on the ground.

Suddenly Harry's scar exploded and he knew he was dead: a pain that could never be imagined, a pain that would never die.

He disappeared from the hall, and Harry was locked in a circle of red-eyed monsters.The monster was so tightly entangled that Harry didn't know which was his body and which was the monster's body, they were fused together, bound by pain, there was no way to escape - the monster spoke, but It used its own mouth, so Harry had to feel it open and close in excruciating pain..."Kill me now, Dumbledore..."

Harry couldn't see anything, was dying, and his whole body was screaming to be free, and he felt that monster was using him again... "If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the boy ..."

Don't suffer any more, thought Harry...let him kill us both...make it all over, Dumbledore...death really is nothing compared to what it is...I can still see Sirius again …just as Harry was feeling mixed feelings, the monster's circle loosened and the pain disappeared; he was lying face down on the floor, glasses gone, trembling as if lying not on the wooden floor but on a block of ice ...There were many voices echoing in the hall, there shouldn't be such a sound...Harry opened his eyes, and saw his glasses lying at the feet of the headless statue, and the headless statue that had been protecting him was now lying flat on his back Lying there, cracked, motionless.He put on his glasses and looked up a little, only to see Dumbledore's crooked nose in front of his own.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"It's all right," replied Harry, shaking so badly that he couldn't lift his head normally, "it's all right, I - where is Voldemort, where - who are they - what -"

The hall was crowded; a fire burst up in the fireplace along one wall, and the floor reflected emerald flames.A succession of wizards, men and women, emerged from the fire.As Dumbledore dragged him to his feet, Harry saw Cornelius Fudge approaching in a panic, led by statues of house-elves and goblins.

"There he is!" cried a man in scarlet robes and ponytails.He was pointing at the pile of golden shards across the hall, where Bellatrix had just been crushed by the statue. "I saw it, Mr. Fudge, I swear he is You-Know-Who, and he Apparated by grabbing a woman!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" croaked Fudge, panting as though he'd just run a marathon, his pinstriped cape still in his pajamas, "Jesus— Here - here - at the Ministry! - for God's sake - it's unbelievable - I mean - how could it be -?"

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Connelly," said Dumbledore--Harry is all right now, and Dumbledore, looking visibly satisfied, greeted him so that the newcomer could Realized that he was there first (several of them held wands; others just looked surprised; figurines of elves and goblins clapping their hands; feet off the ground) - "You'll see a few escaped Death Eaters in the death chamber, bound with anti-apparition spells, waiting for you to dispose of them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge was still out of breath, with a look of surprise on his face, "you—here—I—I—"

He glanced frantically around at the Auror he had brought with him, so obvious that he called out almost without thinking, "Grab him!"

"Connelly, I'm ready to fight one more battle with your men—and win one more!" said Dumbledore, "but, as you saw a few minutes ago, I've always I'm telling you the truth. Voldemort is back, and you've been catching the wrong man for twelve months. Now is the time, and it's time for you to use your brains."

"I-no-ok-" said Fudge angrily, looking around as if hoping someone could tell him what to do.Seeing that no one was going to give him advice, he said: "Very well - Dawlish! Williamson! Go down and have a look at the Department of Mysteries ... Dumbledore, you - tell me what - magic Fountain of Brothers—what's the matter?" he added in a complaining tone.He stared at the floor around him, where the remains of statues of wizards and centaurs were strewn about.

"We won't be able to talk about this until I have sent Harry back to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

"Harry - Harry Potter?" Fudge turned his head to stare at Harry, who was still standing against the wall next to the fallen statue that had been protecting Dumbledore as he fought Voldemort. Harry.

"Is he—here?" asked Fudge, glaring at Harry. "Why—what the hell is going on?" "I'll explain everything," said Dumbledore, "when Harry gets back to school." " He left the pool, walked up to the head of the golden wizard, pointed at it with his wand and said silently: "Mentos." The head emitted a blue light, shaking the floor, and the sound was very loud. After a few seconds, It was motionless again.

"Understood, Dumbledore!" said Fudge, and Dumbledore picked up the head and walked back to Harry with it. "You are not authorized to use the Portkey! You cannot speak in front of the Ministry of Magic." To do that openly, you—you—”

Dumbledore gave Fudge a domineering look over his half-moon spectacles, and he stuttered instantly. '"You are to issue an order for Dolores Umbridge to leave Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "You are to tell your Aurors to stop investigating my Care of Magical Creatures teacher and to have him re- Come back to work. I want to give you..." Dumbledore took out a watch with twelve hands from his pocket, glanced at it, "...I can spare half an hour tonight, I think we can have a good talk All the critical problems here. Then, I have to go back to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, instead of coming to me at Hogwarts, you should write to me and indicate The principal will accept it."

Fudge's eyes had never widened before, his mouth was open, and his round face flushed beneath his matted gray hair.

"I—you—"

Dumbledore turned and ignored him.

"Take this Portkey, Harry."

He handed over the statue's head, Harry put his hand on it, and finally he said to Dumbledore: "And Sirius, my friends...".

"Others will take them, and as for Sirius, I think we'll

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