Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 144 The Dirge of the Phoenix

"Dumbledore...Dumbledore...he was killed! Snape killed him!" cried Harry.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Even if Hilbert knew what would happen in the future, he dared not believe that it was true.

"My master? Where's my master! Harry! Did you see him?"

"No, Professor Lingxu is not there."

"Wow—————" At this moment, there was a dog's howling in the burning room, and it was Fang Ya. "That's right! Hagrid's house! Clear water like a spring..."

Hilbert suddenly remembered, took out his wand and aimed it at the room, and a jet of water flew out from the top of the wand.Harry raised his wand too—it seemed to him now to be made of lead, and said, "Clear as a fountain!" He and Hilbert poured water over the house until the last spark had been quenched.

Fangya ran out screaming, Hilbert checked its body and it was fine.

At this time, I saw a huge figure walking out of the Forbidden Forest carrying wood.

"My God, what's wrong with you two? My house!"

"It's not too bad," Hagrid said hopefully, looking at the smoking ruins, "There's nothing Dumbledore can't handle..."

Harry felt a sharp pain in his stomach at the sound of Dumbledore's name.In the silence and stillness, a sense of fear grows in the body.Hilbert kept sighing.

"Hagrid..."

"What the hell happened, Harry? I saw those Death Eaters running down the castle, but what did Snape do to them? Where did he go - was he chasing them?"

Hilbert knelt on the ground trembling and began to cry.

"He..." Harry cleared his throat, his throat dry with shock and smoke, "Hagrid, he killed..."

"Killed?" Hagrid said loudly, staring down at Harry. "Snape killed? What are you talking about, Harry?"

"Dumbledore," Hilbert choked out, "Snape killed... Dumbledore."

"impossible."

"I see it, Hagrid."

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"That must be the way it is. Dumbledore must have asked Snape to follow those Death Eaters," said Hagrid confidently. "I guess he can't reveal his identity. Now, send you back to school. Quick , Hilbert, Harry..."

Harry didn't try to argue or explain anymore either.Hilbert on the ground was still trembling involuntarily.Harry helped him up, Hagrid would know soon... As they walked towards the castle, Harry saw lights in many of the windows were on.He could clearly imagine the scene inside, everyone was running around, describing the scene when the Death Eaters had just entered, the Dark Mark was shining over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, someone must have been killed...

The oak gates opened before them, and the lights shone down on the drive and lawn.Slowly, the crowd in pajamas came down the stairs suspiciously, looking around nervously, looking for the traces left by the Death Eaters who had fled in the night.Harry's eyes, however, were fixed on the clearing below the tallest tower, imagining that he would see a black mass lying on the grass, though he was far away from it.While he was staring silently at where Dumbledore's body was supposed to be, he saw the crowd begin to move there.

"What are they looking at?" Hagrid asked as they approached the castle.Fang followed closely behind their feet. "What's that, lying on the grass?" Hagrid asked eagerly again, heading straight for the foot of the astronomy tower, where a small crowd was gathering. "See that, Harry? It's right under the tower, at the marker Down below... ah... don't you think someone was thrown—?"

Hagrid fell silent, the thought obviously too horrible to say out loud.Walking beside him, Harry felt a dull pain in his body, but with a strange detachment, as if it was pain in someone else beside him.What he really felt and couldn't get rid of was the terrible feeling of being unable to breathe in his chest...

He and Hagrid made their way through the whispering crowd as if in a dream, to the front, where the stunned teachers and students made a gap.

Harry heard Hagrid groaning in pain and shock, but he didn't stop, continuing to move forward slowly until he came to where Dumbledore was lying, crouching beside him.

Dumbledore's eyes were closed, and from the perspective of his sprawled limbs he appeared to be fast asleep.Harry reached out to straighten the half-moon glasses on his hooked nose, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then stared down at the wise old face, struggling to face this unacceptable fact : Dumbledore will never say anything to him again, and he will never be able to help him...

The crowd behind Harry murmured.It was a while before Harry felt as if he was kneeling on something hard, and he looked down.

The locket they had stolen many hours earlier had fallen from Dumbledore's pocket.The lid was open, probably popped off when dropped on the floor.Harry picked up the locket. Although he was shocked, terrified, and sad, he knew that there must be something wrong...

Hilbert was supported by someone. He was a person who was [-]% similar to Taoist Lingxu. Hilbert recognized him, the incarnation of the evil corpse of Taoist Lingxu.

"Master...where did you go..."

"..." The incarnation of the evil corpse did not speak, but stared at Dumbledore on the ground.Harry knelt down to sort out Dumbledore's remains, and Ginny walked over to comfort Harry, half squatting and half kneeling.Harry was crying in Ginny's arms...

Professor McGonagall raised his wand, and there was a little light on the tip of the wand... This is a signal, Luna, Hermione, Daphne, Hilbert, Ernie, Neville, Hannah, Cho Chang,... Including some of the students in Slytherin.Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Professor Gandalf, Professor Trelawney...all raised their wands, and there was a little light...

The twilights gathered together and became a white blinding light... Like burning candles to send off their dead headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the light gathered to illuminate the dark sky, and the Dark Mark disappeared... …

At this time, a chirping broke the dead silence.

Dumbledore's phoenix flew down from the tower and landed beside Dumbledore, touching him with his mouth, as if saying goodbye to an old friend, and the phoenix shed tears.Madam Pomfrey put her hand over her mouth, swallowing tears, her eyes wide open.Madam Pomfrey burst into tears.No one else noticed her except Ginny whispered, "Hush! Listen!"

Phoenix is ​​singing a moving and sad dirge in a way that people have never heard before.Just like listening to the song of the phoenix before, I feel that the song of this elegy is in my mind, not in reality, as if my sadness has turned into an elegy, echoing in the campus and the windows of the castle...

Lying there, he suddenly felt that the field was extremely silent.Fox has stopped singing.The heads of the four colleges stepped forward and used their wands to conjure a white cloth to cover Dumbledore, and then lifted Dumbledore with their wands.

"Come on, Harry..."

"Do not."

"You can't stay here, Harry... let's go..."

"Do not."

Harry didn't want to leave Dumbledore, didn't want to go anywhere.Hagrid's hand on Harry's shoulder was shaking.Then another voice said, "Harry, let's go." Ginny took Harry's hand and pulled him upwards.Harry stood up in a bewildered manner, and it wasn't until he passed through the crowd in a daze that a scent of flowers wafted from the air, and he realized that it was Ginny who had been pulling him towards the castle.Inaudible words came from all sides, sobbing and shouting and wailing cut through the night, but Harry and Ginny kept going, up the steps and into the hall.Faces flickered at the edge of Harry's vision, people staring at him, whispering, stunned and bewildered.They made their way up the marble staircase, where Gryffindor rubies were scattered on the floor, glistening like drops of blood.

"We're going to the school hospital," Ginny said.

"I'm not hurt," Harry said.

"It was McGonagall's order," said Ginny. "Everyone was there, Ron, Hermione, Lupine and all—"

Fear rose in Harry's heart again.He had almost forgotten those motionless bodies just now.

"Ginny, who else died?"

"Don't be afraid, none of us died."

"But the Dark Mark—Malfoy said he stepped on a corpse—"

"He stepped on Bill, but he's fine, he's alive."

"Of course I'm sure... he's just - badly hurt. Fenrir Greyback attacked him. Madam Pomfrey said he won't - won't be the same again..." Ginny's The voice trembled a little. "We don't know what the fallout will be—I mean, Fenrir Greyback was a werewolf, but he didn't turn into a wolf."

"Where are the others... There were other people on the ground at that time..."

They reached the school hospital, pushed open the door, and Harry saw Neville lying on a bed by the door, apparently asleep.Ron, Hermione, Luna, Tonks and Lupine gathered around the innermost bed.They all looked up when they heard the door open.Hermione ran over and hugged Harry.Lupine also walked over with a worried face.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"I'm fine... how's Bill?"

No one answered.Harry saw, over Hermione's shoulder, a disfigured, battered, unrecognizable face lying on the pillow.Madam Pomfrey was wiping his wounds with a pungent green ointment.Harry thought of Snape flicking his wand, and Malfoy's wounds cut by Shenfeng Wuying were healed.

"Can't you cure him with a spell or something?" he asked Madam Pomfrey.

"There are no spells that can heal these wounds," Madam Pomfrey said. "I've tried all the spells I know, and none can heal a werewolf bite."

"Let me do it!" Hilbert arrived at the school hospital with Daphne's support, and he drew out his wand to aim at Bill's wound. "Heal quickly—" Bill's wound was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Did you invent the spell? It's amazing!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed excitedly.

"No..." Hilbert's face drooped.Harry knew who had invented it, but he didn't want to say either.

"Snape killed Dumbledore," said Harry.

"Snape was a master of Occlumency," said Lupine, his voice harsh and different from usual, "that's a fact we all know."

"But Dumbledore swears that he's from our side!" Tonks said softly, "I always thought that Dumbledore must know something about Snape, which we don't know..."

"He's always implying that he has unbreakable reasons to trust Snape," murmured Professor McGonagall, wiping the corners of his tearful eyes with a plaid lace handkerchief, "I mean...from Snape's history... ...Of course people will have doubts about him...but Dumbledore made it clear to me that Snape's confession was absolutely from the heart...he didn't want to hear a bad word about him!"

"It's all my fault," said Professor McGonagall suddenly, looking bewildered, wringing a wet handkerchief in her hands, "my fault for telling Flitwick to call Snape at night." , and I asked him to help us! If I hadn't informed Snape of what was going on here, he probably wouldn't have joined the Death Eaters. I don't think Snape knew until Flitwick told him The Death Eaters are here, didn't know they were coming."

"Why is Draco with the Death Eaters?"

"Voldemort threatened him to kill Dumbledore, but he didn't dare, Snape killed the headmaster." Harry said tearfully.

"How did you get here?" Hilbert asked.

"Taoist Lingxu sent a message. When we rushed over, we happened to meet them who were fleeing." Lu Ping said.

"Have any of you seen my master?" Hilbert quickly stood up and shouted.

"No, I didn't see any of them."

"The professor won't go to duel with Voldemort!" Luna said.

"I have to save him! I..." At this moment, Taoist Lingxu's evil corpse incarnation suddenly hit Hilbert on the back of the neck, and Hilbert fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Take care of him, I'll find out where the deity is by myself."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. Daphne and Madam Pomfrey had just carried Hilbert to bed when the door of the hospital was suddenly knocked open, everyone was startled.Mr. and Mrs. Weasley strode in, followed by Fleur, her beautiful face full of terror.

"Molly—Arthur—" Professor McGonagall hurriedly jumped up to greet them, "I'm sorry—"

"Bill," whispered Mrs. Weasley, and when she saw Bill's mangled face, she hurried past Professor McGonagall, "Oh, Bill!"

Lupine and Tonks stood up quickly and stepped back, allowing the Weasleys to move closer to the bed.Mrs. Weasley bent down and kissed her son's bloody forehead lightly.

"You mean Fenrir Greyback attacked him?" Mr. Weasley asked Professor McGonagall worriedly. "'Fenrir Greyback didn't turn into a wolf'? What does that mean? Bill What will happen?"

"We don't know yet," replied Professor McGonagall, looking helplessly at Lupine.

"There may be some changes, Arthur," said Lupine, "this is rare, it may be special... We don't know yet what he will be like when he wakes up..."

Mrs. Weasley took the foul-smelling ointment from Madam Pomfrey and began to apply it to Bill's wound.

"Then Dumbledore..." asked Mr. Weasley, "is it true, Minerva...he is..."

When Professor McGonagall nodded, Harry caught Ginny walking beside him, her eyes squinting at Fleur, who was staring down at Bill with a stunned expression on her face.

"Dumbledore's dead," said Mr. Weasley softly, but Mrs. Weasley kept her eyes on her son.She began to sob, and tears dripped down Bill's bruised face.

"Of course, looks don't matter...it doesn't really matter...but he's always been a handsome—kid...always handsome...he was—going to get married!"

"What do you mean?" Fu Rong suddenly said loudly, "What do you mean, he planned to get married?"

Mrs. Weasley lifted her tear-stained face, surprised.

"I—just said—"

"You think Bill doesn't want to marry me anymore?" Fleur demanded. "You think he doesn't love me because of these wounds?"

"No, I'm not that—"

"He won't!" said Fleur, straightening up and throwing back her long silver hair. "A werewolf can't stop Bill from loving me!"

"Well, yes, I do, too," said Mrs. Weasley, "but I think it might—considering that he—he—"

"Do you think I don't want to marry him? Or do you hope I don't want to marry him?" said Fleur, fluttering her nose. "Do I just care about his looks? I think my beauty alone is enough for us both." ! All these scars show that my husband is brave! I'm coming!" she added aggressively, pushing Mrs Weasley away and snatching the ointment from her hand.

Mrs. Weasley fell on top of her husband, watching Fleur spread Bill's ointment generously, with a strange expression on her face.No one spoke.Harry didn't dare to move. Like everyone else, he was waiting for a volcano to erupt.

"Our Aunt Muriel," said Mrs. Weasley, after a long pause, "has a beautiful tiara - made of goblins - and I'm sure I can persuade her to lend it to you for your wedding, she is very Like Bill, you know. That tiara would be beautiful in your hair."

"Thank you," Furong said bluntly, "I believe it will be very beautiful."

Suddenly—Harry hadn't realized what was going on—the two women hugged each other and cried.Totally bewildered, Harry turned away, wondering if the world had gone mad.Ron looked as surprised as Harry.Ginny and Hermione were also exchanging surprised looks.

"Look!" said an unnatural voice, and Tonks looked at Lupine brightly. "She still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care!"

"It's different," said Lupine, his lips barely moving, and he seemed suddenly tense. "Bill isn't going to be a total werewolf. It's totally—"

"But I don't care, I don't care!" said Tonks, grabbing Lupine by the lapel and shaking it. "I've told you a million times..."

The meaning of the Patronus of Tonks and her taupe hair, and the fact that she had come to Dumbledore after hearing that someone had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback, all of this suddenly became clear to Harry.Tonks didn't love Sirius...

"I've told you a million times," Lupine said, avoiding Tonks' gaze, staring down at the floor, "I'm too old for you, too poor... too dangerous..."

"I've been saying it all the time, your reasoning is ridiculous, Remus." Mrs. Weasley patted Fleur's back lightly, and said to him from Fleur's shoulder.

"I'm not absurd at all," said Lupine firmly. "Tonks should have someone young and healthy to love him."

"But she wants you, and you're no longer a werewolf, why is that impossible?" said Mrs. Weasley, with a small smile. "Besides, Remus, a young and able-bodied man may not Stay like that forever." She pointed sadly at her son.

"It's...inappropriate to discuss this now," said Lupine, looking around in a panic, avoiding everyone's eyes. "Dumbledore is dead..."

"Dumbledore would be happier than anyone if the world had more love," said Professor McGonagall curtly, as the door opened again and Hagrid walked in.

The little patch of his face where there was no beard or hair was soaked and swollen with tears, and he was shaking from crying, clutching a speckled bandanna.

"I've...I've finished, Professor," he choked out, "moved—him out. Professor Sprout put the children back to bed. Professor Flitwick was still lying , but he said it would be all right in a while, and Professor Slughorn said the Ministry of Magic had been informed."

"Thank you, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall stood up immediately, and turned to look at the people around Bill's bed. "When the Ministry of Magic arrives, I may have to meet them. Hagrid, please Tell the Heads of the four Houses - Slughorn can represent Slytherin - that I'm going to see them in my office at once, and I want you to come too. Come with me, Harry."

Professor McGonagall is the Vice-Headmaster...so of course she is the Headmaster now...so the room behind the stone monster is now hers...meaning Professor McGonagall is now the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

They climbed the spiral staircase in silence and entered the circular office.He didn't know what he expected to see: perhaps black veils hung in the room, and even Dumbledore's body lay there.In fact, everything in the office was exactly as it had been when he and Dumbledore had left hours before: silver instruments whirred and whirled and puffed smoke on the slender-legged table, Gryffindor's sword in its glass case Glittering in the moonlight, the Sorting Hat was still on the shelf behind the desk.But Fox's perch is empty, and the phoenix still sings its dirge on the field.A new portrait has joined the ranks of the late Headmasters of Hogwarts House... Dumbledore sleeps in a gold picture frame above his desk, half-moon spectacles resting on his hooked nose, looking serene And serene.

"I think Headmaster Dumbledore can rest now."

There was a knock at the door, and Sprout, Flitwick, and Professor Slughorn stepped into the room, followed by a still-crying Hagrid, his huge body shaking with grief.

"Snape!" said Slughorn eagerly, looking most shocked, pale and sweating, "Snape! I taught him! I thought I knew him!"

Before anyone could answer, a shrill voice came from high up on the wall, and a yellow-faced wizard with black hair and cropped bangs had just returned to his empty canvas.

"Minerva, the Minister will be here in a few seconds, he just Disapparated from the Ministry of Magic."

"Thank you, Evra," said Professor McGonagall, and turned quickly to look at the professors.

"Before the Minister arrives, I want to talk about what is going on with Hogwarts," she said quickly. "I personally don't think our school can go on next year. It's absolutely right that the headmaster died at the hands of one of our colleagues." Terrible stain on the history of Hogwarts."

"I'm sure Dumbledore would have liked us to keep running the school," Professor Sprout said. "I think that as long as one student wants to come to the school, the school should be open."

"But will we have students after that?" said Slughorn, mopping his brow with a silk handkerchief. "Parents keep their children at home, and I can't fault them. Personally, I think that at Hogwarts It's no more dangerous than in other places, but you can't expect mothers to think that way. It's only natural that they would want the whole family to be together."

"I agree," said Professor McGonagall. "Actually, it would be wrong to say that Dumbledore never contemplated that Hogwarts might close one day. When the Chamber of Secrets reopened, he considered closing the school— —I must say that I find Professor Dumbledore's murder far more disturbing than the Slytherin monster hiding in the depths of the castle..."

At this time, the door was knocked open again.The evil corpse incarnation of Taoist Lingxu stumbled in, "I can't find the whereabouts of this deity... He lost contact with me... He may be dead!"

"We have lost another dear friend..." Professor Flitwick lowered his head and muttered.

"What about Dumbledore's funeral?" Harry asked finally.

"Well..." Professor McGonagall said, his voice trembling, as if a little less decisive, "I—I know that Dumbledore's wish is to be buried here, at Hogwarts—"

"Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's final resting place," said Professor Flitwick.

"Absolutely," said Professor Sprout.

"In that case," said Harry, "the students should wait until the funeral is over before sending the students home. They want to talk to the Headmaster—"

The last word was stuck in his throat, but Professor Sprout helped him finish it.

"bid farewell."

"Well said," screamed Professor Flitwick, "well said! It's only fitting that our students should be grateful. We can arrange for them to go home after this."

"Agreed," roared Professor Sprout.

"I suppose... yes..." Slughorn's voice was excited, and Hagrid let out a muffled sob of approval.

The Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, has arrived with a team, along with a coffin...

(End of this chapter)