Chapter 348: conflict

Umbridge wore a pink cardigan, not a uniform at work, and looked extremely fancy, embroidering several cat-like creatures with white silk threads.
There were a few Aurors around her, and stars surrounded her like a moon, and walked in quickly from behind the stone door.
"Is the duel over? What about Dumbledore?"
Then she saw a mess in front of her, screamed, gasped for a few breaths, and asked in a panic.
"Dumbledore sacrificed, died of a mysterious attack, and fell into the curtain that could not escape." Professor McGonagall said heavily.
"What? It's impossible!" She widened her pair of loose bubble eyes in horror, and said heavily.
Then glanced at Professor McGonagall.
"They are all witnesses," Professor McGonagall pointed back.
Umbridge was stunned. After a while, he calmed down and accepted the message. His hands shivered uncontrollably.
"This news must be kept secret for the time being! Otherwise, the wizarding world will be a mess!" In the first time she recovered, she quickly emphasized.
"I refuse to cooperate with your ideas." Professor McGonagall's complexion suddenly became very ugly.
She guessed what Umbridge thought.
Disgusting for this woman's ugliness.
Until now, she still cares about her position.
"Death is not a shameful thing, and it is not worth concealing, especially his sacrifice for the stability of the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall said seriously.
"Meg! I'm a minister. I have to think about the big picture. I use the identity of the Minister of Magic to order you. This message must be kept secret."
"I am the vice principal of Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall looked at Umbridge with her eagle-eyed sharp eyes.
"Your overall situation? It's just to keep your current position."
Umbridge was frightened by her eyes and took a few steps back. Or Auror behind her supported him, and another tall man came to Umbridge.
The man's appearance was strong, and his stiff hair was kept short, unsmiling, and his hair was pale and pale.
"Delux, help me stop them." Umbridge was swayed by two Aurors and gave orders with pride.
The man stretched out his wand and stared fiercely at one of Hogwarts' students and teachers, as if they could not leave without guarantee.
At this moment, Frieve beside Professor McGonagall said a mantra quietly. No one noticed him because of his short stature.
With the sound of the clang, a few sounds were made from the unstable ceiling above everyone's head. It seemed that something had fallen off. It seemed to be a pure black iron lamp tube, and it was a fiercely straight head of Delux.
A huge noise made a loud noise, and the strong man wobbled a few times before fainting.
"Did you dare to attack Auror? I want to arrest you!" Umbridge said incredulously, and then screamed, no longer pretending to be that kind of sweet voice, and looked very irritable and rude.
"No, it's just because the house is in disrepair, and the ornament hanging on the ceiling suddenly fell off." Professor McGonagall responded politely, just how to listen. All angry.
"Come on, colleagues, children, I think we have to think about now, how to go in the future."
McGonagall said to the group, and ignored Umbridge.
The group hurriedly stepped away from this place, and the remaining two Aurors did not dare to stop it.
Maybe there will be other
accidents
like disrepair.
Hermione's footsteps were a bit vain and stiff.
The same is true of other people. Most of their bodies maintain an inexplicable trembling.
That is due to grief.
Only Snape was still cold, and it seemed that Dumbledore’s death had little effect on him.
After that night.
He shouldn't feel any deeper sorrow for anyone's death.
When everyone was about to leave the lowest floor of the Ministry of Magic and stepped on the elevator again, Luna looked back at the arch not supported by any wall not far away, as well as some broken and hanging floating on it. Black curtains.
Even if there is no wind around, this scene is so strange,
The girl mumbled undetectably: "Maybe Mr. Principal is still in this world."
Not long ago, there was a fierce battle far away from the Ministry of Magic, but it was slightly different from the battle that occurred in the Ministry of Magic.
This is a battle between the living and the dead.
More precisely, it is the long-lost battle between Draco Malfoy and countless corpses.
It is said that this is also a place where Salazar once dabbled.
In a cave where the entrance had been sealed for hundreds of years, a new face was ushered in today.
His wand waved lightly, and the stone door in front of him instantly fell to the ground ~EbookFREE.me~ opened a passage.
There was a sharp contrast with the narrow cave entrance. I walked a few steps in the dark cave and raised my wand for lighting.
The cave was hollowed out, and under the sword, a huge platform was opened, and a broad stone step from bottom to top was built on the platform.
A few gray-black stone pillars stood on it, and carved stone snakes were wrapped around the pillars.
According to information given by Salazar.
This is an altar of a wild wizard who is caught on fire.
Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, in addition to Voldemort's birth defects that were unavoidable due to the previous generation's sake, they went astray. There are always various incentives for normal people to fall.
This wizard is no exception.
An uneducated wild wizard wants to try to use the power of magic to resurrect his lover.
It's just that even the resurrection stone, one of the three holy objects, can't be really resurrected, how can a wild wizard easily do it?
The resurrection should not succeed, but instead created a monster.
His own spirit could not bear the blow, and he fell into endless madness.
When Salazar traveled here, almost ten villages nearby had almost fallen into a paradise.
There is resentment and unwillingness everywhere.
He lightly subdued this wizard who was moving towards the "necromancer".
But he was helpless against countless unwilling grievances, and even Salazar himself could not be completely purified.
You can only set up some magic circles, hoping to smooth them over time.
According to his estimation, the grievances should have almost disappeared by now.
In fact, on the contrary, the magic array used to suppress evil thoughts has lost its effectiveness and may be infected.
The corpses seem to be spreading endlessly from it.