Vol 2 Chapter 1202:

"I can't... I have to do this..." Malfoy repeated with a pale face. "He will kill our family, the Dark Lord..."
Malfoy said in pain, and suddenly Harry felt that Malfoy felt pitiful.
In any case, Malfoy didn't really kill him. In Myrtle's bathroom, Malfoy just knocked him to the ground and gave him enough time to react.
Harry later figured out that Malfoy might not have planned to drop the curse at the time, otherwise Malfoy would not be able to stop in that kind of out of control emotion.
Harry had never fought Malfoy at the time, and indeed, Malfoy's combat ability was very strong, otherwise it would not be possible...
But, getting the Death Eaters into the school...Suddenly, Harry's eyes lit up.
Harry reminded Fanlin, and there was also the Dark Devil mark, who seemed to have been released for a long time, like a member of the Order of the Phoenix...
"I understand your position is difficult," Dumbledore comforted. "So, why didn't you think about why I didn't expose you before? Because I knew Voldemort would kill you if he knew I doubted you."
Malfoy flinched when he heard the name, but Dumbledore's words made him feel more uncomfortable.
However, Malfoy did not doubt what Dumbledore said, and did not expose him.
Because this is Hogwarts, and the old man in front of him, Dumbledore, is the core controller of this school.
Maybe Dumbledore didn't know that in detail, but the appearance of Harry Potter in Myrtle's bathroom also reminded Malfoy.
Dumbledore had no reason to discover what Potter's idiot had discovered. This was Hogwarts. Dumbledore was sitting in the principal's office. He could communicate with all the ghosts as long as he wanted to.
Even though Snape was helping him, and he had put the vanishing cabinet in the responsive room to fix it early, Malfoy didn't think it was a foolproof thing.
Fortunately, Myrtle is very tricky, Slytherin's secret room...
Suddenly, Malfoy felt a little sick, and Voldemort asked him to place something in the Slytherin room. The terrible magic circle and the strange black material made Draco feel a sense of despair on the verge of extinction.
Perhaps it was this thing that completely destroyed Draco's psychological defenses, so that Draco lost control in the most critical moment.
Draco used to admire the Dark Lord, but that was only once.
No one can remain indifferent to the threat of death. Even if a great person knows that he will die, he must close his eyes to dispel the impending destruction. What's more, Malfoy is not a great man. people.
Draco was scared, scared like never before.
He was afraid of failure, Voldemort killed his family, but at the same time, killed Dumbledore?
This is not something he can do.
Dumbledore can die, die from curses, die from poison, but Malfoy did not expect to be on the Observatory at Hogwarts, standing opposite Dumbledore, and aiming his wand at Dumbledore’s The body, even though Dumbledore had nothing in his hands.
"I'm not afraid to talk to you about your mission. I know you are entrusted. In fact, he uses dementia to fight you," Dumbledore raised his eyes and continued. "But now in the last time, we can have a candid conversation... There was no harm. You didn't kill anyone, but you are very lucky. The victim you harmed without intention was spared... I can help you, Draco ."
"No, you can't." Malfoy said, his wand trembled so much, because of fear, Malfoy was so resistant to the wand in his hand for the first time, but at the same time, he held it firmly, as if The life-saving straw, even if fragile, appears vulnerable.
Fanlin suddenly sympathized with Malfoy.
This is Voldemort's revenge on the Malfoy family, and there is no doubt that Lucius angered Voldemort.
Years of failure, coupled with Lucius' inaction.
This was once the group of people Voldemort trusted the most.
Regulus of the Black family and Bellatrix, plus Lucius Malfoy!
As part of Voldemort's life, the Horcrux was assigned to three subordinates whom Voldemort trusted most for safekeeping.
Of course, Regulus was an accident, Voldemort just needed something to die for him, but because the wizard's long-standing prejudice against house elves caused Voldemort to underestimate Kreacher.
His magic is not foolproof, at least not so perfect, at least, the ability of house elves is not counted in it.
Kreacher escaped, carrying the information of the cave, and then Regulus' betrayal.
This is probably the first one of Voldemort's Horcruxes to lose control.
As for the remaining Horcruxes, Hefpaff’s golden cup was handed over by Voldemort to Bellatrix for safekeeping, and Tom Riddle’s diary and the memory of the sixteen-year-old boy were handed over to the Malfoy family by Voldemort and blocked The treasure house in Malfoy Manor.
Ravenclaw's crown... Like all Hogwarts, Voldemort hid it in Hogwarts' best hiding place.
Marvolo’s ring was placed in an abandoned hut. This is probably the place where Voldemort arranged most besides the Slytherin locket. In the past, this also led to Dumbledore’s death, not Like now, leave selectively.
Among the known Horcruxes, whether they were arranged by Voldemort himself or kept by his loyal Death Eaters, except for Bellatrix, there were problems.
It can be said that Bella is the only wizard who is loyal to Voldemort, a witch
Although this may not be too serious, it turns out that only emotional connection is the only way to ensure loyalty.
If you betray, it must be an emotional problem.
Counting this, Voldemort is really fortunate. When he was young, he had firmly tied Bellatrix to his body.
This is probably the most cost-effective investment that Voldemort has ever made, rather than playing with people's hearts as it is now, giving the task of killing Dumbledore to a seventeen-year-old wizard.
"No one can do it, he let me do it, otherwise...otherwise he will kill me. I have no choice." Malfoy said sadly, this is the most standard Voldemort way.
"If you die, he won't be able to kill you again. Come on to the right side, Draco, we can hide you better than you think. I can still let members of the Order of the Phoenix tonight Go to your mother to protect her in the same way. Your father is now... safe at Malfoy Manor... We can protect him when needed... Come to the right side, Draco... You are not the one Killer..."
Malfoy stared at Dumbledore.
"But it's too late, isn't it?" He said slowly, "They think I will die, but I'm still here...and you are under my control...I am the only one holding a wand People... you are under my control..."
Fanlin is a bit speechless, as everyone knows, he is now sitting invisible on the window edge of the observatory, and Harry... Harry should be controlled by Dumbledore, otherwise, with such nonsense skills, Malfoy would have been cold. Up.
However, those Death Eaters really deserved to die, and at the same time they were much better than Fanlin thought.
Perhaps each of them knew that Voldemort used them less and less, and if they couldn't accomplish any tasks, they would be completely useless.
This is a dangerous sign, especially when the Dark Lord becomes more and more inhuman.
"No, Draco," Dumbledore said quietly. "This is my control, not yours. This is the problem now."
Malfoy did not speak. His most slightly opened, his hand holding the wand still trembling.
Harry thought he saw the wand almost fell. But thunderous footsteps came from the stairs, and a few seconds later, when five men in brown robes rushed in through the gate, Malfoy gave way.
Harry still couldn't move, his eyes staring at the five terrifying strangers without blinking: they seemed to be Death Eaters who had won the battle downstairs.
A awkward-looking man gave his unpaired eyes a ferocious look, and then began to laugh.
"Dumbledore is in desperation!" He smiled cruelly, then looked at a sturdy and short woman who looked like his sister, and she smiled happily.
"Dumbledore has no magic wand, Dumbledore is alone! Well done, Draco, well done!" said a sharp female voice.
"It's a good evening and said calmly, as if he was welcoming that man to a tea party. "To my surprise, Ms. Tafer also came... You are charming... In fact, I regret that you are from Hogwar. I was not in school when I was here. "
Tafer took off the hood, revealing her delicate face.
But in fact, this made Harry even more uneasy. He was tortured by Tafer for a long time. This may become a shadow of Harry in the future. This woman is no more perverted than Umbridge. Where to go.
The devil hiding under the good-looking face?
Fortunately, Tafer is not as offensive as Umbridge, perhaps this is the gap.
Sometimes the gap between people is indeed much larger than the gap between people and dogs.
"It's really an honor for me, Mr. Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to be such a funny person, but... do you think your little joke will help you when you die?" Tafer grinned. , A fang is exposed at the corner of the mouth
Harry then saw the change in Tafer.
Tall, fangs, slightly seductive face with burgundy pupils.
Tafer is also a vampire?
"Joke? No, no, these are polite," Dumbledore replied.
"That would make me feel honored, Mr. Dumbledore." Tafer licked his lips, as if he was very helpful to Dumbledore's courtesy.
However, not everyone is as patient as Tafer!
"Kill him," said the stranger standing closest to Harry. It was a huge, slender man with a dull gray hair and beard. His black Death Eater robe looked so People are depressed and uncomfortable.
His voice was different from all the voices Harry had heard: a disturbing voice. Harry smelled a strong scent of mud, sweat, and confusing blood. He has long yellow nails on his dirty hands.
"Is it you? Fenrir?" Dumbledore asked unexpectedly.
"Yes," his voice stimulated the others. "Happy to see me? Dumbledore!"
"No, I can't say I..." Dumbledore frowned. Everyone present, except Tarfer and Greyback, had taught him. However, only Greyback would let Dumbledore Feel very disgusted.
A resistance approaching instinct, because the blood on the werewolf was too strong.
The smell constantly impacted Fanlin's senses.
He had been following Malfoy, so Fanlin didn't pay attention to what these Death Eaters did.
However, it now appears that Fenrir has eaten the flesh and blood of someone at Hogwarts?
This is what the werewolves hate. Vampires can also restrain their thirst for blood. Once the werewolves have tasted the taste of flesh and blood, they can no longer give up.
A group of brainless beasts.
Fanlin's face darkened, and he stared at Fenrir closely on the window edge.
Fenrir looked around cautiously, seeming to feel something.
It is really empty here, and there is no place for anyone to hide.
Suddenly, Fenrir Greyback smiled, showing sharp teeth. With blood flowing down his chin, he slowly licked his lips, extremely sick.
"But you know how much I like children." Dumbledore said earnestly, his tone becoming cold.
He knew Fenrir before Fenrir became the leader of the werewolves.
"Dumbledore, I feel it now!" Fenrir said intoxicated, and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth with a tongue different from ordinary people.
"You've already started attacking when it's not the full moon, right? It's very unusual... You have found that the taste of humans is so fresh that you can't satisfy it once a month?"
"Very correct," Fenrir Greyback said. "Does that scare you? Dumbledore, are you scared?"
"Well, I can't pretend that it didn't make me sick," Dumbledore said. "At the same time, yes, I was a little shocked that Draco would invite you to this school where all people are and his friend is at this time. ..."
"I didn't," Malfoy said feebly. He didn't look at Fenrir Greyback, and he didn't even want to take another glance. "I didn't know he would come..."
"I don't want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore." Fenrir Greyback said harshly, without waiting for his throat to make a delicious, delicious... sound. He lifted his yellow fingernails, pulled his front teeth, and squinted at Dumbledore.
"I can treat you as a dessert, Dumbledore..."
"No," another male Death Eater said sharply, with a face that looked cumbersome and cruel. "We have an order. Draco will do it."
"Oh, yes, we have stayed long enough." Bellatrix smiled a little, "Now, Draco, hurry up."
Malfoy was shy, he looked at Dumbledore with a little horror, although he was very pale now, much weaker than usual, he had slipped a lot on the supporting wall.
"In any case, he won't live long, if you ask me!" a man who looked uncoordinated said to her giggling sister, "Look at him...what will happen next? Words? Oh, useless resistance, slowness No one can save you, Dumbledore."
All of a sudden, several Death Eaters laughed.
The task of killing Dumbledore will definitely make them brag for a whole life in the world of Death Eaters.
"Come on, Draco, do it!" Bella became impatient and began to urge Draco.
But at that moment, a voice from the chaos below shouted that they had blocked the stairs—fainted! Fainted!
Harry's heart began to beat. The four of them didn't destroy all their opponents, only the battle at the top of the tower broke out, and the voice Harry felt very familiar.
His godfather, Sirius Black, although said that this godfather is not very reliable, but now, it is definitely a life-saving medicine.
"Now, Draco, hurry up!" a cruel man said angrily. But Malfoy's hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't aim.
"I'm here," Fenrir Greyback snarled, and he reached out and moved towards Dumbledore, his teeth sticking out.
"I said no!" The man with a cruel face shouted, with a flash of light, and the werewolf retreated furiously, and he hit the wall.
Harry's heartbeat was so fierce that he thought it was impossible for no one to hear him standing here, but he was frozen by Dumbledore's spell, and if he could move ~EbookFREE.me~ he could shoot out from under the cloak of invisibility A spell...
"Draco, do it! Or you just step aside and let one of us..." Tafer screamed, which made her feel very uneasy. They had been chatting for too long.
But at this moment, the door to the barrier was knocked open again, and Snape stood there, holding his wand tightly in his hand. He scanned the scene in front of him with his dark eyes, never falling down. Dumbledore by the wall, to the four Death Eaters including the angry werewolf, and Malfoy.
"We have a problem, Snape," said the chunky Death Eater, his eyes and wand pointed at Dumbledore. "This boy seems unable to..."
But another person was calling Snape's name in a very weak voice.
"Severus..."
This voice scared Harry more than anything experienced tonight.
For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.
Snape said nothing. He just walked forward and roughly pushed Malfoy aside. The three Death Eaters stepped back silently. Even the werewolf seemed to be frightened.
Snape stared at Dumbledore, disgust and hatred etched into his rough face.
"Severus...please..." Dumbledore said weakly, but his body didn't seem to support it anymore.
Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.
Avada Kedavra!
A green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and directly hit Dumbledore's chest. Harry’s scream of fear did not scream; he was silent and unable to move, he had to watch Dumbledore being thrown into the air: for a moment he seemed to be floating above the shining skull, and then he slowed down. It fell slowly, like a doll made of rags, crossing the battlements and leaving the field of vision.