[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

"I knew she wasn't my moon, but for a moment, they moon did shine on me.

I know she is not my moon, but for a moment, the moonlight does shine on me. "

Tonks and Kingsley followed Dumbledore's instructions and guarded the stairs on the eighth floor, while the other four Aurors patrolled the castle as usual.

Rosalind was also on the eighth floor. Tonks' hair turned dark purple. After talking to her for a while, Rosalind went to the tower. The stairs were silent, only the sound of her heels was not loud. click sound.

Borgin sent her a letter a few days ago, asking her to try not to teach at Hogwarts recently-because the Death Eaters went to Borgin-Bock's again, and even repeatedly asked him if he could guarantee the disappearance cabinet easy to use.

There was a gust of evening wind blowing over the tower, but there was still not a single star to be seen.

After an unknown amount of time, she only heard a chaotic shout from downstairs, even accompanied by the sound of objects exploding.

Rosalind's heart sank suddenly: the Death Eaters are coming.

The Dark Mark exploded in the night, and the green fluorescent light flickered, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core.

Without hesitation, she took out her wand from her pocket and turned and ran downstairs, but as soon as she reached the stairs, the girl heard the sound of falling objects behind her——

Harry and Dumbledore came back with the locket: but Dumbledore looked terribly weak, he seemed to be on top of Harry, turned and ran, and Rosalind reached out to help him.

Dumbledore leaned on the wall beside him with one hand; "There is no time...Harry, use your invisibility cloak to hide you and Rosalind!" Dumbledore said weakly but clearly, "You Two, don't make a sound later, no matter what happens."

"But—" Harry's eyes were full of disbelief.

"You swear to obey me, Harry—quick!" Dumbledore turned his gaze to Rosalind again, "Remember our conversation this morning." He shook his head again: "Quick, Harry..."

Dumbledore nodded weakly at Harry as he hurriedly pulled the cloak over him and Rosalind.

Harry looked like he wanted to run over again, and Dumbledore flicked his wand, immobilizing the two under the cloak with a silent spell.

The door was knocked open suddenly, and a person broke in, shouting at the same time: "Disarm you!"

Dumbledore stood there with his back against the wall, pale, but still showing no sign of panic or worry.He just looked at the man who had disarmed him and said, "Good evening, Draco."

Draco took a few steps forward, taking a quick look around to see if there was anyone else besides him and Dumbledore.His eyes fell on the second broom. "Who else is here?"

"I was going to ask you that question. Are you acting alone?"

Under the green light of the Dark Mark, the two under the cloak saw Draco's pale eyes staring at Dumbledore again.

"No," he continued pointing his wand at him, "I have my back. Death Eaters broke into your school tonight."

"Fine, fine," said Dumbledore, as if Draco had shown him an ambitious project plan, "really good. You figured out how to get them in, didn't you?"

"That's right! I fixed the disappearing cabinet!" Draco's eyes flickered with tiny gleams.

"Okay, then you do it, my dear boy." Dumbledore said gently.

silence.Draco just stared blankly at Albus Dumbledore, and Dumbledore smiled incredulously: "Draco, Draco, you are not a murderer."

"How do you know?" The boy with blue-gray eyes asked immediately.

He also seemed to realize how naive that statement sounded.Under the green light of the Dark Mark, he made his tone fierce again: "You don't know my abilities, you don't know what I've done!"

"Oh, of course I do," said Dumbledore kindly. "You almost killed Katie Bell and Ron Weasley. You've been trying to kill me all year, and it's getting worse and worse. Can't wait. Forgive me for saying this, Draco, but what you're doing is lame...so lame, honestly, I doubt you even put your heart into it..."

"Of course I did!" Draco said excitedly. "I've been working on this all year, and tonight—"

From somewhere in the castle below came a muffled cry.Draco froze, turning his head to look behind him.

"Someone is struggling to resist." Dumbledore said casually, "You should hurry up... The members of the Order of the Phoenix will come up soon."

Draco turned his head to look at the stairs, and Dumbledore's sigh was like a fuck.

"I have no choice!" Draco was almost sobbing, his face suddenly turning as pale as Dumbledore's. "I have to! He'll kill me! He'll kill my whole family!"

"I understand your situation," said Dumbledore. "May I help you?"

Draco shook his head with red eyes: "No..." His hand holding the wand trembled violently, but then he rolled up his sleeves again: "He chose me! He asked me to make this or it would kill me—I had no choice."

"Come on the right path, Draco... you know, Rosalind asked me for help - let me help you, okay?"

Draco stared blankly at Dumbledore, his wand hand trembling even more.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps thumping up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, Draco was pulled aside, and four men in black robes broke through the door and rushed to the wall.Still unable to move, Rosalind and 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 smirk let out a wheezing laugh: "Dumbledore is cornered!" After he finished speaking, he turned to a sturdy little woman who looked like It was his sister, also with an eager smile on her face: "Dumbledore has no wand, and Dumbledore is alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"

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

"Let's do it," said a slender man standing closest to Rosalind and the others, his gray hair and whiskers were all tangled together, and the black Death Eater's robe was tightly wrapped around him uncomfortably. .His voice was odd, like a hoarse, raspy growl.

Rosalind's eyebrows twitched together: he gave off a strange, pungent smell 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 very happy..." Dumbledore closed his eyes again, but Rosalind remembered for a moment that he was the werewolf leader Bokin had told him about.

Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing his pointed teeth.Blood dripped down his chin, and he licked his lips slowly, disgustingly: "But you know how much I love children, Dumbledore."

"Can I understand it this way: now you have to bite people even when the moon is not round? This is really strange..." Dumbledore's face turned paler: "You have developed this habit of cannibalism, a Isn’t it enough 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," Draco explained flusteredly, not looking at Greyback, seemingly unwilling to even glance at him. "I didn't know he was coming—"

"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 picked up his front teeth with a yellow nail, and grinned grimly at Dumbledore: "I can treat you as a dessert after dinner, Dumbledore..."

"No," snapped the fourth Death Eater, his face full of flesh and blood. "We have orders. Draco has to do it. Now, Draco, do it."

Draco was even more lethargic - 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 sliding 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 do you mean by that? What do you mean by that?" she exclaimed disapprovingly, suddenly becoming fierce. "You're still the same, aren't you, old man Deng? You're full of empty talk and no real work, I really can't figure it out." Understand why the Dark Lord wants to kill you! Now, Draco, let's do it!"

But Draco 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.

Rosalind and Harry stood there, bound by Dumbledore's spell, their hearts beating like drums, and yet neither of them could hear it, which was inconceivable.

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.

"Draco, do it quickly, or get out of the way, let's—" the woman said sharply.However, at this moment, the door leading to the wall was knocked open again, Snape stood there holding his wand, his black eyes quickly scanned the scene in front of him, from Dumbledore who collapsed on the wall to that Four Death Eaters - including a menacing werewolf, and Draco.

"We've got a problem, Snape." Amycus' eyes and wand were fixed on Dumbledore. "The lad can't seem to—"

But another person said Snape's name, very softly: "Severus..."

The sound scared him more than anything Harry had experienced all night—Dumbledore was begging, for the first time.

Snape didn't speak, he stepped forward and roughly pushed Draco aside.The three Death Eaters slipped back without a word, and even the werewolf seemed taken aback.

Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, the rough lines on his face seemed to show deep disgust and hatred.

Rosalind's fingers moved, and she forcibly broke away from the holding spell on her body. Dumbledore's spell made her think that she would never know how to cast spells without a voice and a staff.

Dumbledore's voice was like a floating feather: "Severus...please..."

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.Rosalind felt her heart skip a beat.

"Avada Kedavra!" There was an imperceptible sob in his voice.

A green light shot from the tip of Snape's wand, hitting Dumbledore squarely in the chest.Both Rosalind and Harry's horrified screams were choked up in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound or move, and could only watch helplessly as Dumbledore was knocked into the air.Dumbledore seemed to linger for a second under the shining skull, and then, like a big battered doll, slowly fell on his back, fell over the crenel of the fence and disappeared.