94 hp Diagon Alley

There is no one else around, I am unarmed now, you would never have dreamed of such a good opportunity, but you still didn't do it..."

Malfoy's lips twisted involuntarily, as if tasting something very bitter.

"Let's talk about tonight," Dumbledore continued, "I still don't understand...you know I left school? Of course," Dumbledore answered the question himself, "Rosmerta saw me Going away, I think, she must have given you the news with one of your clever pennies..."

"True," said Malfoy, "but she said you were only going for a drink and would be back soon..."

"Yeah, I did go get a drink... and now I'm back... barely," muttered Dumbledore softly, "so you decided to set a trap for me?"

"We decided to hang the Dark Mark over the tower to force you to hurry back and see who was killed," Malfoy said. "It worked!"

"Oh...not necessarily..." Dumbledore said, "Then, may I understand that no one has been killed yet?"

"There's a man dead," said Malfoy, his voice suddenly rising an octave, "one of yours... don't know who, it's too dark... I stepped over the body... I It should be waiting for you to come back up here, it's all your fault that those members of the Order of the Phoenix came out to block the way..."

"Yes, that's right," said Dumbledore.

There were crashes and shouts from below again, louder than before, as if someone were fighting on the winding staircase leading to Dumbledore, Malfoy, and Harry.Harry's heart was beating wildly in his invisible chest, but no one could hear it... someone was dead... Malfoy stepped over the body... who could it be?

"There is not much time," said Dumbledore. "Where to go, Draco, let us discuss your options."

"My choice!" cried Malfoy, "I stand here with my wand - I'm going to kill you -"

"My dear boy, let's stop acting. If you really wanted to kill me, you would have done it after you had just unarmed me, and not stopped to talk merrily about the measures and methods."

"I have no choice!" said Malfoy, suddenly turning as pale as Dumbledore's. "I must! He'll kill me! He'll kill my whole family!"

"I understand your situation," said Dumbledore, "otherwise why hadn't I met you before? I knew that if Voldemort found out that I was suspicious of you, you would be assassinated."

Malfoy twitched in horror at the name.

"I know you accepted the quest, but I dare not talk to you about it, for fear that he will use the Legilimency spell on you." Dumbledore continued, "Now we can finally talk openly... You didn't cause any damage, you didn't hurt anyone, you're very lucky that those you accidentally injured survived... I can help you, Draco."

"No, it's impossible," said Malfoy, his wand hand trembling badly, "nobody could. He told me to do it or he'd kill me. I had no choice. "

"Come on the right path, Draco, we can hide you in absolute safety, safer than you can imagine. And, I can send members of the Order of the Phoenix tonight to take your mother Hide too. Your father isn't in danger in Azkaban right now... We'll protect him when the time comes... Stand on the right path, Draco... You're not a murderer... "

Malfoy stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"But I've come this far, haven't I? Why couldn't you have done these things sooner? After I've struggled... drowned to the bottom of the sea alone? And your ridiculous Order of the Phoenix couldn't protect my mother... he said very slowly. "It's too late, Dumbledore. They thought I was going to die before I was done, but I'm still alive...and you're under my control...and now I'm holding the wand... ..."

"No, Draco," said Dumbledore quietly, "you are at my mercy now, not I at your mercy."

Draco didn't speak.His mouth was open, and the hand holding the wand was still shaking.It seemed to Harry that it had dropped a little—

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps thumping up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, Malfoy was pulled aside, and four men in black robes broke through the door and rushed to the wall.Still unable to move, Harry stared unblinkingly at the four strangers in horror: it appeared that the Death Eaters had gained the upper hand in the struggle below.

A stout man with a crooked mouth and a strange grin on his face let out a wheezing and wheezing laugh.

"Dumbledore's cornered!" he said, turning to the stocky little woman who looked like his sister, with an eager smile on her face, "Dumbledore has no wand, Dumbledore Alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"

"Good evening, Amycus," Dumbledore said calmly, as if welcoming the man to a tea party, "You also brought Alex...so cute..."

The woman smirked angrily. "You are dying, and you think these little jokes can save your life?" She sneered.

"Joke? No, no, it's polite," Dumbledore replied.

"Do it," said the stranger standing closest to Harry, a long-limbed man with matted gray hair and whiskers, his black Death Eater robes clinging uncomfortably tightly .His voice was strange, unlike anything Harry had ever heard: a hissing growl.Harry also smelled a strange, pungent smell coming from him, a mix of earth, sweat, and - no doubt - blood.He had long yellow nails on his dirty fingers.

"Is that you, Fenrir?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," said the man in a raspy voice, "pleased to see me, Dumbledore?"

"No, I can't say I'm happy..."

Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing his pointed teeth.Blood dripped down his chin, and he licked his lips slowly, sickeningly.

"But you know how much I love children, Dumbledore."

"Can I understand that now you bite people even when the moon is not full? This is really strange... You have developed this habit of cannibalism, and you can't satisfy it once a month?"

"True," said Greyback, "shocked you, didn't it, Dumbledore? Scared you?"

"Well, frankly, it does make me a little sick," said Dumbledore, "and I'm a little shocked that this Draco has invited you to the school where his friends live...  ..."

"I didn't," Malfoy gasped.He didn't look at Greyback, didn't seem to want to even glance at him. "I didn't know he was coming—I wouldn't allow—"

"I wouldn't want to miss out on an errand to Hogwarts, Dumbledore," said Greyback in a raspy voice, "so many throats to rip open . . . "

As he spoke, he raised a yellow nail and picked his front teeth, grinning grimly at Dumbledore.

"I could treat you as a dessert, Dumbledore..."

"No," snapped the fourth Death Eater.His face was full of flesh and blood, and he looked fierce. "We have orders. Draco has to do it. Now, Draco, let's do it."

Malfoy was even more hopeless.He looked terrified, staring blankly into Dumbledore's face.Dumbledore's face became paler and his stature was much shorter than usual, because his body leaning against the wall kept slipping down.

"If you want me to say, he doesn't have many days in this world anyway!" said the crooked-mouthed man, with his younger sister helping him with a wheezing smile, "Look at him—what are you doing? What's the matter, old man Deng?"

"Alas, you are weak and unresponsive, Amycus," said Dumbledore. "Anyway, old age is useless... One day, you will end up in the same situation...if you are lucky." ..."

"What's the meaning of that? What's the meaning of that?" cried the Death Eater, suddenly fierce. "You're still the same, aren't you, old man Deng? I can't make it out of empty talk and no real work." Understand why the Dark Lord wants to kill you! Now, Draco, let's do it!"

At this moment, the sound of many people fighting came from below, and one of them shouted: "They have blocked the stairs - smashed bones! Burned bones!"

Harry's heart jumped for joy: So the four didn't completely wipe out their opponents, they just broke out and ran to the top of the tower, and, hearing the voices below, they seemed to have built a barricade behind them—

"Quick, Draco, do it!" the man with a fierce look said angrily.

But Malfoy was shaking too much and couldn't take aim.

"I'll do it." Greyback said viciously and moved towards Dumbledore. He opened his hands and showed his fangs.

"I said no!" The man with a fierce face shouted.A bright light flashed, and the werewolf was knocked aside, hit the wall, and almost fell, with a look of embarrassment on his face.harry standing