Vol 2 Chapter 1201:

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...Returning to the starry sky, Harry never felt lucky.
The Atlantic water was terribly cold, but Harry insisted on keeping Dumbledore firmly in his armpit.
This was a failed trip, and while thinking about it, Harry swam towards the nearest reef.
Fortunately, the sea here is calm enough, perhaps because it is visible to the naked eye in the center of the reef area, and Harry easily found a foothold.
Harry helped Dumbledore on the rock closest to them, and then walked up by himself.
He supported Dumbledore's cold, wet and trembling body, trying to concentrate on their destination: Hogsmeade Village. Harry closed his eyes and grasped Dumbledore's arm tightly, and then he felt an uncomfortable depression.
Bringing Dumbledore to Apparate, this was something Harry had never thought of before, which made Harry a little regretful, regret not letting Fox follow.
However, I heard Dumbledore say that he had some minor problems. Although Fox has not left, he is unwilling to get close to him.
This made Harry a little confused and abandoned by Phoenix?
This may not be appropriate, but Harry really saw Fox's breeding tool, and Fanlin even got a piece of brown wood.
In Eastern words, this is the phoenix tree, and the phoenix lives on it.
This made Neville and Seamus excited for a while.
But now it seems that Dumbledore's problem is really big.
Originally they came to watch Voldemort's masterpiece, the destroyed Azkaban.
In fact, Harry did see that the originally majestic Azkaban was almost razed to the ground.
This is very important. At least until now, Dumbledore has officially corrected Harry's impression of Voldemort.
As the chosen person, more or less, Harry always had a small advantage in the constant confrontation with Voldemort.
Perhaps for others, Voldemort was invincible, but for Harry, that was just a barely matched opponent.
Unexpectedly, Harry didn't care much. To be precise, he had defeated Voldemort many times, right?
The destruction of Voldemort's plan is undoubtedly a fact of another significance.
But so far, Harry seems to have only ruined Voldemort's irrelevant plans, just as his father James once did.
But this is of no use.
Even relying on the effect of the twin wand, Harry is far from being able to compete directly with Voldemort, especially after the addition of new powers, the balance that was originally barely balanced will be broken in an instant, even if his father's soul ...
Harry thought. With the distortion of the surrounding space, Harry couldn't help but wanted to throw Dumbledore out, but Harry dragged Dumbledore's arm tightly. For a moment, Harry felt his fingers. It was almost freezing, and Dumbledore's body was too cold.
Before Harry opened his eyes, Harry knew that Phantom Shift had worked: the salty sea breeze had disappeared.
He and Dumbledore appeared in the middle of the dark road in Hogsmeade, dripping with water.
It was a terrible time. Once he closed his eyes, Harry could almost see the bleak green light destroying Azkaban, the roaring skull in the sky, and a big snake.
Suddenly, Harry came to his senses. He blinked, but saw nothing except the shining street lights on both sides of the street and some bright windows.
"We are back, Professor!" Harry whispered hard; he suddenly felt his heart hurt like a needle.
Dumbledore's body suddenly lost control, and he was almost buried in the ocean...
Dumbledore stood shaking. For a while, Harry thought that his unskilled apparitions had accidentally dropped Dumbledore; he looked at Dumbledore's face, paler in the light of the street lamp.
"Professor, are you okay?"
"It's getting better," Dumbledore said weakly, the corners of his mouth still twitching. "At least for now, I still have a little strength. The sea water really doesn't taste good."
Next, what frightened Harry the most was that Dumbledore fell to the ground after saying this, visible to the naked eye, a blue light spread quickly on Dumbledore’s skin like a snake... …
"Professor...you..." Harry looked at Dumbledore in surprise.
"Oh, it's okay..." Dumbledore frowned. In less than two seconds, Dumbledore's body returned to normal again, but his face was pale...
"Professor... it's okay, professor, you'll be fine, don't worry..." Harry looked around desperately, asking for help, but didn't see anyone.
All he could think of was to send Dumbledore to the school hospital as soon as possible anyway.
"We must go to the hospital as soon as possible, Professor...Mrs. Pomfrey..."
"No," Dumbledore said, "I need to see Professor Snape... but I think... I can't go fast now..."
"Okay... Professor, listen... I'm going to knock on the door and find a house where you can stay... Then I'll go to Pomfrey..."
"Severus," Dumbledore said very firmly, "I need Severus..."
"Well, Snape..." Harry said reluctantly, "but I will leave you for a while so that I can..."
But before Harry left, he heard the sound of someone running: someone saw them, someone knew they needed help.
Harry turned around and saw Ms. Rosmerta wearing high-heeled plush slippers and a dragon skin coat, hurriedly running towards them.
"I saw your apparition here when I was drawing the curtains! Thank God, I don't know what to do... What happened to Albus?" She stopped, panting, and looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. .
"He was injured" Harry said, speaking strangely, but in fact, Harry had no idea how or why Dumbledore was injured.
Dumbledore didn't have any injuries from the attack, and the embarrassment right now was just a period of soaking in the cold Atlantic Ocean.
"Ms. Rosmerta, I'm going to the school to find someone to help. Can you send the principal to the three broomsticks?"
"You can't go there alone now! Don't you realize... you didn't see...?"
"If you can help me take care of him here" Harry continued, not seeming to be listening to her, "I think you can send him to..."
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"Rosmerta, what happened?"
"It's... the Dark Mark, Albus." Ms. Rosmerta pointed to the sky, which was the direction of Hogwarts.
Suddenly the fear in her words made Harry feel terrified... He turned his head and looked in the direction Ms. Rosmerta was pointing... Right there, floating above Hogwarts.
It turned out that what he saw before was not an illusion, it was real. There was really a Dark Mark in the sky above Hogwarts, but he was too serious, and all his attention was on Dumbledore.
The skull glowing with dazzling green light has a poisonous snake in its mouth. Before entering any building, the Death Eaters will mark it with the Dark Mark...Someone will be murdered wherever they appear...
"When did it show up?" Dumbledore asked, clutching Harry's shoulders tightly, struggling to stand up, so much that Harry's shoulders started to ache.
"It must have been a few minutes ago, when I let the cat out, it was not there, but when I went upstairs..."
"We must go back to the castle immediately," Dumbledore said. "Rosmerta," even though he was a little swaying while standing, he seemed to completely ignore this and ordered Ms. Rosemerta, "We need flying broomsticks..."
"There are two behind the bar," she said, looking very scared, "I'll run over and get them..."
"No, Harry can." Harry immediately raised his wand. "Rosmerta's broom is flying!"
A second later, there was a loud "bang!" The front door of the bar was knocked open, and two flying broomsticks had flown along the street, stopped on both sides of Harry, floating slightly, hanging in the air at waist height With.
"Rosmerta, please send a message to the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said while riding on the broom closest to him. "No one must know that something happened to Hogwarts... Harry, Put on your invisibility cloak."
Harry obediently rode the broomstick, took out the cloak from his pocket and put it on, then disappeared into the air. Ms. Rosmerta stumbled back to her bar. At this moment, Harry and Dumbledore flew from the ground into the air on their broomsticks.
They accelerated towards the castle, and Harry glanced at Dumbledore next to him, ready to catch him immediately when he fell, but the Dark Mark irritated Dumbledore like a stimulant.
Harry had never seen Dumbledore being so serious before. Dumbledore bent down on his broomstick, his eyes fixed on the dark mark, his long silver-white hair floating behind him. , Flying in the night sky.
Harry also looked at the skull mark in front of him. The feeling of fear was like poisonous gas spreading through his body, from his brain, through his lungs, and spreading to all parts of his body...
How long have they been away? Are Fanlin, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all lucky enough to escape now? Do they have the mark on the gold coin summoned to other people in the school?
Or is it Neville, Luna, or any member of d.a? If so... I have told them to watch in the corridor, and told them not to stay in bed and evacuate to a safe place... If any friend dies, he should be held responsible, right?
They were flying in the dark. Below were the twisty alleys they had walked through before. Harry could only hear the whistle of the night air blowing in his ears, and Dumbledore whispered a little bit. The sound of strange spells.
He felt like he suddenly understood why his broom was shaking for a while when they flew across the boundary of the playground: Dumbledore was casting a spell to lift the castle's protection so that they could fly directly into the castle.
The dark mark is flashing above the highest point of the astronomy tower-the castle. Does this mean that death has occurred there? Dumbledore had passed by the tower and got off his broomstick; Harry landed next to him a few seconds later and looked around. There was no one near the tower.
The door of the spiral staircase leading to the castle was locked.
Surprisingly, there were no traces of struggle and no dead bodies.
So what does this mean?
Harry looked at the wickedly glowing tongue above them, the green skull of a giant snake.
Perhaps, there are no Death Eaters, this Dark Mark...
"Is this a real Dark Mark? Is someone already! Professor?" Under the dim green light from the mark, Harry saw Dumbledore grabbing his chest clothes with his slightly trembling hands.
"Go and wake Severus," Dumbledore said weakly but clearly. "Tell him what happened and bring him to see me. Don't do anything else along the way, don't talk to anyone, don't take off your invisibility robe. I'm here waiting for you."
"But..." Harry said worriedly. Dumbledore's state made him very worried. Harry wondered if Dumbledore even had a wand...
Such a weak Dumbledore, at this moment, he was like a real old man.
"You swear to obey me, Harry... go!"
Without explanation, Harry hurried to the door leading to the spiral staircase, but when his hand just touched the iron knocker, he heard the sound of running footsteps from the opposite side. He looked back at Dumbledore, who motioned for him to leave there.
Harry stepped back and drew out his wand.
Suddenly, the door was knocked open, and a man rushed over and shouted: Except your weapons!
Suddenly, Harry's body became stiff and unable to move in an instant, and he felt himself falling back and leaning against the wall of the tower, like an unstable statue, unable to move or speak.
Harry didn’t understand why... Except that your weapon is not a spell that will immobilize people... And just then, under the light of the Dark Mark, he saw Dumbledore’s wand drawn in the air. An arc flew to the bottom of the barrier, and he understood...Dumbledore used a silent spell to stop Harry, and this made him lose the opportunity to protect himself.
Dumbledore stood against the barrier, pale, but showed no signs of panic or nervousness.
Dumbledore just looked at the person who had disarmed him and said, "Good evening, Draco."
Malfoy walked forward and scanned the surroundings to see if he and Dumbledore were the only ones.
His eyes caught the second broomstick.
"Who else is here?"
Suddenly, Fan Lin, who followed behind, felt tight.
Don't think about it, that must be Harry, and it seems that Dumbledore has asked Harry to hide in advance using the cloak.
Speaking of it, it's strange now.
Dumbledore seemed to be dying on the sidelines, while Fanlin and Harry both hid on one side, hiding their figures with invisibility cloaks, while on the other side, threatening Dumbledore
"This is the question I should ask you. Are you acting alone?" Dumbledore looked like he was in a teaching class.
This made Malfoy a little restrained.
After all, Dumbledore could also use this tone to teach Voldemort.
"No," Malfoy said nervously, "I have support. There are a lot of Death Eaters in your school tonight."
"Oh, oh," Dumbledore said, as if Malfoy had just shown off an ambitious homework plan to him.
"Very good. Have you found a way to let them in?"
"Well," Malfoy replied, panting, "right under your nose, and you didn't even realize it!"
"Smart," said Dumbledore. "Let me imagine that there is a room for all requests? You were lucky not to be found by Fanlin, but at first I thought it would be in that secret room... But it doesn't matter anymore, right Huh... forgive me... where are they now? You don't seem to be supported.
"They met your guards. They are now fighting below. They won't fight for long... I'm coming up first... I have a task to complete." Malfoy said nervously.
"Oh, then, you must finish it quickly, my dear boy." Dumbledore said softly.
Silence patronized them. Harry stood stiffly with his invisible, paralyzed body, staring at both of them.
He stretched his ears and heard the fighting of Death Eaters in the distance. In front of him, Draco Malfoy just stared closely at Albus Dumbledore, who, incredibly, was smiling.
Fanlin has been considering whether to kill Malfoy here, or get out, no matter what, maybe this can still reach some agreement with Lucius.
Isn't this important?
For a long time, Fanlin had not had the opportunity to come into contact with Lucius, but he was a smart man.
"Draco, Draco, you are not a murderer."
"How did you know?" Malfoy said immediately. He seemed to discover how naive this answer sounded. Harry saw Malfoy's blushing under the green light marked by the Dark Demon.
"You don't know what I can do," Malfoy said more forcefully. "You don't know what I did!"
"Oh, actually, I know." Dumbledore said softly. "You almost killed Katie Bell and Ronald Weasley. For a year, you have been trying to kill me, but you are getting Despair. Forgive me, Draco, but I have to say that those are fragile attempts... so fragile, honestly, that I doubt if you really put your mind on it...
"I tried my best!" Malfoy roared, "I have been working hard for a year, and tonight...
Suddenly, everyone heard a low cry from somewhere at the bottom of the castle. Malfoy looked behind him stiffly.
"Someone played well," Dumbledore gushed. "But you just said...Yes, you successfully brought the Death Eaters into school, and this, I have to admit, I thought it was impossible. ...How did you do it?"
But Malfoy didn't say anything: he kept listening to what was happening underneath, looking almost paralyzed like Harry.
This is...
Malfoy was resisting in his heart, and Malfoy had been reluctant to admit it, but his body had been telling him what to do.
Turn around and leave here?
Fanlin thought, slowly moving towards Dumbledore.
"No, don't come here..." Suddenly Dumbledore swept Fanlin's place, which surprised Fanlin, but Fanlin still obeyed Dumbledore's arrangements honestly, but when Fanlin wanted to ask anything At the time, Dumbledore was the first to cut the link between the two.
"Maybe you have to continue this mission yourself," Dumbledore suggested. "What if your backup is killed by my guards? Maybe you have realized that there are many members of the Order of the Phoenix here tonight. Ah, you don’t really need help... I don’t have a magic wand now... I cannot defend myself."
Malfoy just stared at him.
"I understand." Dumbledore said kindly, and Malfoy neither moved nor spoke.
"You are scared and dare not act before they come."
"I'm not afraid!" Malfoy roared, but he still did not make a move that would hurt Dumbledore. "It's you who should be afraid!"
"But... why? I don't think you will kill me, Draco. Killing is not as simple as imaginary... So tell me, when we waited for your friends... how did you get them in? Yes? It looks like you have been thinking for a long time before finding a way."
Malfoy seemed to be suppressing what he wanted to shout or rant. He swallowed, took a few deep breaths, staring at Dumbledore, and pointed his wand directly at his heart. Then, as if he couldn't control himself, he said, "I repaired the broken vanishing cabinet that nobody used for a long time. It was the one that the Montage was stuffed into and disappeared last year."
"Ah, ah, ah. Dumbledore sighed like a groan again, and he closed his eyes for a while. Very clever...that's a pair, I guess?
"The other one is in the Bogebuk Magic Shop." Malfoy said truthfully. "They made a passage between the pair. Montage told me that when he was stuffed into this side of Hogwarts. , He was trapped there, but sometimes he could hear what happened in the school, and sometimes he could hear what happened in the store, as if a cabinet was moving between two places, but he could not let others hear him ...Finally he successfully Apparated and left there, although he failed the exam. Because of this he was almost dying. Everyone thought it was a good story, but I was the only one who knew what happened...I am The only person who understands that if I fix the broken cabinet, I can find a way to enter Hogwarts."
"Very well," Dumbledore murmured, "So the Death Eaters can reach the school through the Vanishing Cabinet to help you...very clever plan...well, as you said, right under my nose..."
"Yes," Malfoy said, as if he was curiously taking courage and comfort from Dumbledore's praise.
"Yes, that's right! But for a while, Dumbledore continued, isn't it? When you are not sure whether you can fix the cabinet, you go to some rude and unplanned methods, such as trying to send me. A cursed necklace was delivered to someone else... poisoned in the wine, although I only had a small chance of drinking..."
"Yes, you still don't realize who is instigating this scene, do you?" Malfoy sneered. Dumbledore's body slid down the wall a bit, his legs obviously unable to support his entire body. Harry struggled hopelessly without making any sound, trying to break free of the curse that held him back.
"After I saw the facts, I understood," Dumbledore said, "I'm sure that person is you."
"So, why don't you stop me?" Malfoy asked.
"I tried, Draco. I ordered Professor Snape to watch you."
"He didn't listen to your orders, he promised my mother..."
"Of course, he told you that, Draco, but..."
"He is a two-faced man, you stupid old man, he is not doing anything for you, then you think he is!"
"We must admit that we have differences on this matter, Draco. I trust Professor Snape..."
"Very well, you can't control the situation now!" Malfoy sneered. "He gave me a lot of help...want to win honor for himself...want to take part in some actions...
"What are you doing? Are you studying necklaces? That's stupid, it can blow everything away...
"But I didn't tell him what I did in the responsive room. He won't wake up until tomorrow morning, when everything is over. He will never be the most important person to the Dark Lord anymore. He has nothing. There is nothing compared to me!"
"Very satisfying," Dumbledore said gently. "Of course, we all like to appreciate what we have done through our own efforts... But in any case, you must have an accomplice... Someone in Hogsmeade, the one who can hurt Katie is that... that..." Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded as if he was asleep, "...Of course...Rosmerta. How long has she been controlled by the Dementia?"
"Did you know it at the end?" Malfoy mocked him. Another shout came downstairs, louder than the last time. Malfoy glanced back uneasily, then at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore continued, "So poor Rosmerta was forced to lie in ambush in her own bathroom and give the necklace to any Hogwarts student who came in alone? As for the poisonous mead...Rosmer The tower can naturally poison it before giving it to Slughorn, I believe it was my Christmas present...Yes, very clever...very clever...Of course, poor Filch would not want to check one. Bottles sold from Rosemerta’s shop... Tell me, how do you communicate with Rosemerta? I think we monitor all the methods of communication inside and outside the school."
"Magic coin," Malfoy said, as if he was being forced to talk, although his wand hand was shaking violently. "I own one and she owns the other, I can send her a message..."
"Is this the secret contact method used by the organization calling itself the Dumbledore Army last year?" Dumbledore asked. His voice sounded very soft, and he seemed very talkative, but Harry saw him slip two feet down when he said these words.
It must be admitted that the principal is very insidious. If it hadn't been prepared in advance, Fanlin would have thought that something was really wrong with Dumbledore.
However, he looked really bad, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
"Yes, I got inspiration from them," Malfoy said with a twisted smile. "I got inspiration from Granger Mudblood and thought of poisoning mead, because I heard her discussing in the library that Filch couldn't recognize potions..."
"Don't use that rude word in front of me," Dumbledore said.
Suddenly Malfoy let out a harsh laugh. "Do you mind if I say'mudblood' when I want to kill you?"
"Yes," Dumbledore said, and Harry saw Dumbledore's foot slip forward a little more, but he still tried to stand up straight. "But if you are going to kill me, Draco, now you have been friendly for a few minutes. We are here alone. I am more helpless than you. You can solve me easily, but you still have no action..."
Malfoy's mouth twisted unconsciously, as if he had tasted something very bitter.
"Now, about tonight," Dumbledore continued, "I have some confusion as to how these things happened... You know I left school? But of course," he answered his own question, "Rosmerta Seeing me leaving, I am sure she notified you with magic coins..."
"Yes," Malfoy said. "However, it's more Snape, he gave you the potion, this is..."
"I did drink some potions... and I came back... after some changes." Dumbledore murmured. "So you decided to design a trap for me?"
"We decided to put the Dark Mark in the sky above the astronomy tower so that you can come here as soon as possible to see who was killed," Malfoy said. "And this method worked."
"...Yes, uh, no..." Dumbledore said. "But am I going to be killed, then, has no one been murdered yet?"
"Someone's death," Malfoy said, his voice seemed to rise an octave. "One of you... I don't know who it is, it's dark there... I collapsed from the body... I want to wait there for you to come back, but only your Order of the Phoenix people broke in..."
"Yes, they did," Dumbledore said. There was a loud noise and some screams from below, louder than the previous two. The sound sounds like people fighting on the spiral staircase, which leads to Dumbledore, Malfoy, Harry, and Fan Where the forest stands.
Harry's heart beat violently in his invisible chest, but there was no sound...
Someone died... Malfoy walked past his body... But who is he?
"There is no time, one way or another," Dumbledore said. "So let us discuss your options, Draco."
"My choice!" Malfoy cried out~EbookFREE.me~ I'm standing here with my wand in my hand...I'm going to kill you! "
As if to find a little courage, Malfoy yelled out loudly.
"My dear child, let us stop disguising. If you are going to kill me, you will kill me immediately after you disarm me. You will not stop and talk to me this time about methods and Means of pleasant conversation."
"No, this is just to prove your stupidity, Dumbledore!" Malfoy yelled out of control. "As you are doing now, Snape betrayed you, you stupid old man, he took Death Eaters Call here, he took over the entire plan behind, including your injury and magic runaway..."
"I trust him, Draco!" Dumbledore looked at Malfoy calmly, his body was not falling, and Dumbledore didn't even mean to pick up the wand.
"So, having said so much, I think you are also a little impatient. In fact, today I am really tired. So, come on, Draco!" Dumbledore said calmly, without any The resistance.
Malfoy's hands trembled a bit, visible to the naked eye, but a lot of sweat came out of Malfoy's forehead in the cold weather.
There was a stalemate like this for about two minutes, but Malfoy still didn't mean to condense magic.
"I don't have any choice!" Malfoy said, and he suddenly became as pale as Dumbledore. "I have to do this! He will kill me! He will kill our family!"
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