"We are victorious!"

"Professor Dumbledore! We have won!"

…

The students cheered and screamed as they rushed out of the dilapidated hall and ran towards Dumbledore.

Michelle took advantage of her good health and rushed to the front.

She couldn't wait to share her joy with Dumbledore!

Dumbledore is indeed omnipotent!

Maybe they can hold a grand banquet together later, and it would be best to invite John too!

With this thought in mind, Michelle quickened her pace again.

She wanted to give Dumbledore a big hug, preferably one that could knock Dumbledore off his feet, and then listen to Dumbledore laugh and say that his waist was broken and he needed a lot of candy to heal him.

But just as she rushed near Dumbledore, a stone wall suddenly rose and stopped her.

"Michelle... no... don't..." Professor McGonagall said in a crying voice, "Dumbledore... he is dead..."

Hearing this, Michelle frowned angrily and said:

"Professor McGonagall, what are you talking about? Dumbledore is in good health, there is no way he will die..."

Michelle's voice stopped suddenly.

Because while she was talking, she had already bypassed the stone wall and came to the front of Dumbledore.

I saw that the golden morning light spread evenly on Dumbledore's body, dyeing his whole body golden.

Especially the smile on his face is still as gentle and warm as usual, making people can't help but want to get close to him.

But Dumbledore's open eyes had lost their energy.

Even in the morning light, it looked gloomy and defeated.

Michelle stood there blankly.

Her mind went blank.

Other students soon discovered the fact that Dumbledore was dead.

The original jubilant atmosphere in the crowd instantly dissipated and turned into sadness and despair.

Michelle only felt that there were countless inaudible words coming from all directions.

But even so, Michelle still had no reaction.

She still couldn't believe it.

The all-powerful Dumbledore.

The wise principal.

The old man with the white beard who would give her candy.

Actually died?

The crisp chirping of birds suddenly sounded.

The phoenix Fawkes flew from afar, hovering over Dumbledore's standing body and singing.

Its singing is still beautiful and still touching.

But it’s different from the previous ‘Songs of Courage’ that could inspire courage.

This time the Phoenix's song was unexpectedly sad and sad.

This is a sad song for Dumbledore.

It echoed in the hearts of everyone, filled with deep sorrow, and then floated into the distance.

The Minister of Magic's interior.

John, who was busy writing, seemed to have heard this tragic song in some mysterious way.

With a 'snap' sound, the pen tip of the pen was directly crushed.

His face was filled with astonishment.

There was no time to deal with broken pens and ink-stained documents.

John stood up quickly and looked in the direction of Hogwarts.

The stunned expression gradually disappeared from his face, replaced by endless anger!

He clenched his fists tightly, and the blood-red color slowly appeared in his eyes.

The nun's wand on the side seemed to be aware of its master's mood swings, and began to tremble with excitement.

Immediately afterwards, a dark magic power that was deeper than darkness was emerging from John's body, and behind him, it condensed into a dragon-shaped shadow that resembled a lake.

"boom--"

An inhuman roar sounded.

It penetrated the entire Ministry of Magic in a strange way, carrying John's endless anger and transmitting it into the ears of everyone in the Ministry of Magic.

The Aurors stationed at the Auror Headquarters for training also opened their eyes at this moment.

They got dressed excitedly, picked up their wands and began to gather in the hall.

They didn't know what made John so angry.

But it doesn't matter.

No matter what it is, they are willing to use their lives to kill it for John!

at the same time.

In a closed and dirty tavern in Hogsmeade village.

An old man with a white beard who looked exactly like Dumbledore was sitting at the small wooden table in the bedroom, drinking wine alone.

He didn't need any side dishes when he drank. Instead, he took a sip of wine and looked up at a portrait of a girl in a blue dress hanging on the wall.

It was like the girl in the portrait could help him transform the spicy taste of fire whiskey into sweetness.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the sad singing.

This made him stop pouring wine, and he subconsciously glanced at a portrait covered with thick cloth in the corner.

His expression was extremely dull.

After a while, he seemed to understand something, and his expression suddenly turned ferocious.

"You left? You actually left me and left again? You were always like this...even when you were young, leaving me and Ariana to fool around! You selfish, irresponsible old man!"

The white-bearded old man roared angrily while picking up the wine bottle at hand and preparing to throw it at the portrait.

But only halfway through the movement, he paused again.

Tears flowed from his deep eye sockets.

He choked and collapsed on the ground, holding his head and speaking words that no one could understand except him and the portrait.

And the seemingly absent sad song gently brushed the white hair on his head like a comfort, and then turned around and came to the sky above Hogwarts, and the melody began to become more ethereal and sad.

This finally filled Michelle's empty mind with sadness.

She cried uncontrollably.

She cried so hard that she fell to her knees uncontrollably.

Not far away from her, Professor McGonagall, Harry and other students had already burst into tears.

Hagrid seemed to have collapsed from crying.

Professor Flitwick, who was already emotional, collapsed on the ground, his face soaked with tears.

The sounds of wailing and sobbing became one, as if they were accompaniment to the song of the phoenix.

The only person who could be called calm at the scene was Snape.

But if you observe his expression carefully, you can find that there is also a deep sadness hidden in his calm eyes that have not changed for thousands of years.

His relationship with Dumbledore is no longer the one between the user and the exploited.

More than ten years of close cooperation have made them complex partners who trust each other the most but are also dissatisfied with each other.

This is a rather strange change.

So much so that Snape himself couldn't figure out why he had any trust in Dumbledore, the man who had been taking advantage of him for more than ten years.

But now, Dumbledore is dead.

From Dumbledore's last smile, Snape could feel that Dumbledore was quite satisfied with his death.

It's just...how could you die like this?

"call--"

Snape took a deep breath and raised his head to prevent the tears brewing in his eyes from falling.

Just in time.

Fox finally stopped singing.

It took one last look at the weeping crowd gathered around Dumbledore's body and at Hogwarts Castle before flying towards the morning light.

It's gone.

Leaving Hogwarts forever, leaving the school and this world forever like Dumbledore.
Chapter completed!