Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 489 Dumbledore Final Chapter
The cry of the white-feathered phoenix changed from the moment Voldemort's head poked out of the cliff.

And Voldemort, who poked his head out, only took a look at those blue eyes, and recognized his identity.

"Hey, Albus, you don't seem to be in a very good condition." The smile on Voldemort's face was a little more free and easy than before.

"Your ones are not very good, Tom." Dumbledore, who looked like a phoenix with white feathers, spoke out.

Voldemort froze for a moment, Dumbledore hadn't called this name for a long time.

"Are you going to die?"

After a brief silence, Voldemort frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Isn't this exactly what you expected?" Dumbledore did not deny it, but asked rhetorically.

"Snapped."

Voldemort slammed his hand on the edge of the cliff to prop himself up onto the shore.

Sitting exhausted and slumped on the ground, with his hands propped behind his back, he raised his head and looked at the sky covered with snowflakes.

"The year I was teaching here, the students were having snowball fights at this time of year. It's a pity you didn't die on that day."

The white feather phoenix let out a gentle laugh, then turned his head to look at the enemy walking behind him.

"headmaster……"

The masked enemy stopped in his tracks, glanced at Voldemort who was beside Baiyu Phoenix, and then yelled at Baiyu Phoenix.

"It's Leonard." There was a smile in Bai Yufeng's voice, "I didn't expect you to participate in this attack."

"It's my duty, sorry, Principal." Leonard lowered his head slightly, and didn't say anything more, but he didn't attack either.

In fact, he came over earlier and heard the conversation between the two.

He was also very surprised and sad that Dumbledore was about to die.

"I have a question, Leonard, may I ask you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Speak, principal." Leonard replied.

"You guys, why did you attack Hogwarts?" White Feather Phoenix asked.

"Because this is a place for teaching and educating people. Principal, if you don't destroy this place, there will be an endless stream of wizards. They will not forget their history, and they will not stop resisting."

Leonard's voice was very calm, calm and cruel.

Baiyu Fenghuang nodded slightly, said "That's the truth", and collapsed on the ground.

It seemed that his time was running out.

"Is there anything that needs to be arranged, Principal?" Leonard asked.

"It's been arranged, so I won't meet them again."

The wings of the white-feathered phoenix fluttered slightly, as if signaling Leonard to leave.

"Any questions for me, Tom?" Dumbledore turned to look at Voldemort.

Voldemort shook his head silently, then stopped quickly and nodded slowly.

"Then ask."

"I want to know when we first met, why did you..."

"Why are you being so rude to you?"

"Yes."

"Grindelwald upset me, I'm sorry Tom, it was my fault."

"only these?"

"I see his shadow in you, you must know, that scares me."

Voldemort pursed his lips, but did not speak again.

Dumbledore didn't speak anymore, he spread his body silently, letting his white feathers scatter in the heavy snow.

The snowflakes are still floating, telling the world in silence that the world is not still.

After an unknown amount of time, weeping was heard in the distance.

In the beginning, there were not many people and there were not many voices.

But slowly, more and more people joined in, and even some enemies covered their faces with masks.

"I'm not dead yet."

Dumbledore's voice sounded, thin as a gossamer, only Voldemort, who was very close, could hear it.

"Crying in the morning and crying in the evening is crying, isn't it?" Voldemort replied.

"Are you going to cry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Not anymore, not after coming out of that hungry night."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he moved his hands away and let his body fall on his back on the snow, and then put his hands behind his head again.

Watching the snowflakes falling overwhelmingly, Voldemort idly tried to count the snowflakes in his sight.

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Wait until you die, everyone seems not in the mood to start a war right now." Voldemort replied a little annoyed, he hated Dumbledore interrupting him to count snowflakes.

"Tell me something, Tom, I'm afraid of the dark."

Voldemort turned his head in doubt, seeing the white feather phoenix trying to open his eyelids, but it seemed very difficult.

"I don't know what to say, Albus, this is the first time I've experienced this."

"The first time to say goodbye to an old friend?"

"..."

"I saw Ariana."

"She died and didn't turn into a ghost, so all you see are memories."

"You are cruel."

"Death is cruel."

"That's not the cruelest."

"Then what is the cruelest?"

"Before dying, I didn't even have time to drink a sip of honey."

"Ha ha."

"Ha ha……"

Bai Yufeng finally stopped struggling, and his eyelids slowly closed together, losing their last luster.

Voldemort let out a long breath, and the air current blew a few snowflakes flying in front of his eyes. The trajectory was so graceful, like the fate of a person.

"Albus, Albus."

He called twice, but no one answered him again.

"Dark Lord, is the principal... dead?" Leonard, who came over again, asked.

"Well, he must be dead." Voldemort said without raising his head.

Leonard didn't ask any other questions, he just stepped back silently and told the news to the two parties who had temporarily ceased fighting.

The crying became louder, which made Voldemort feel bad.

He turned his head and glanced at the white feather phoenix, and found that the snowflakes had fallen on it and would no longer melt.

This person died really fast, and also cooled so fast.

Looking away, Voldemort sighed.

In a trance, he remembered his first encounter with Dumbledore, which was his first step into this world.

A middle-aged man in an old suit who smelled of alcohol.

Oh, love.

At that time, he didn't know that what this person liked would be a man.

In the blink of an eye, after more than forty years of specialization, he died and came back to life.

And the one next to him is really dead, and it is impossible to live again.

"Dark Lord, we will have a truce for an hour so that you can deal with Principal Dumbledore's funeral." Leonard walked over again and said.

"Oh."

Voldemort responded lightly, as if he was in no mood to do more.

"Then I'll go and tell the Hogwarts professor the news," Leonard said again.

"Oh."

Still the same reply, still staring at Xuehua intently.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, each piece is pure white, no difference.

A heavy snow makes the whole world become white, it is really clean.

Clean, those annoying cries are gone.

Voldemort just rested his hands on his pillow, slowly falling asleep on this snowy battlefield.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired or because I'm sad.

It can't be, he really wants to sleep here.

(End of this chapter)