94 Diagon Alley

There is no one else around, I am unarmed now, you would never dream of such a good opportunity, but you still haven't done it..."

Malfoy's lips twisted involuntarily, as if tasting something bitter.

"About tonight," Dumbledore continued, "I'm still a little confused...you know I left school? Of course," Dumbledore answered the question himself , "Rosmerta saw me leave, I think, she must have told you the news with your clever coin..."

"Yeah," Malfoy said, "but she said you're just going for a drink and you'll be back soon..."

"Yeah, I did go for a drink... and now I'm back... barely," Dumbledore muttered softly, "so you decided to set a trap for me?"

"We decided to hang the Dark Mark over the tower to force you to rush back to see who's been killed," Malfoy said. "It worked!"

"Oh...not necessarily..." Dumbledore said, "So, can I understand it this way: No one has been killed yet?"

"There's a man dead," Malfoy said, his voice suddenly rising an octave, "one of your...don't know who it is, it's too dark...I get from the corpse Step over... I should have waited for you to come back here, it's all because of you people from the Order of the Phoenix who came out to get in the way..."

"Yes, that's right," said Dumbledore.

Crashing and shouting from below, louder than before, as if someone was fighting on the spiral staircase leading to Dumbledore, Malfoy and Harry. Harry's heart was beating wildly in his invisible chest, but no one could hear... someone was dead... Malfoy stepped over the body... who would it be?

"There's not much time left," said Dumbledore. "Where to go, Draco, let's discuss your options."

"My choice!" Malfoy exclaimed, "I'm standing here with my wand—I'm going to kill you—"

"Dear boy, let's stop acting. If you're really going to kill me, you'll do it after removing my weapon just now, not just stop and me happily Talk about these measures and methods."

"I have no choice!" said Malfoy, his face suddenly as pale as Dumbledore's, "I have to do it! He will kill me! He will kill me Family!"

"I understand your situation," said Dumbledore, "otherwise why haven't I met you before? I know if Voldemort found out that I was suspicious of you, you would assassinated."

Malfoy twitched in fear when he heard the name.

"I know you accepted that mission, but I dare not talk to you about it, for fear that he will use Legilimency on you." Dumbledore continued, "Now we Finally being able to speak openly...you didn't cause any damage, you didn't hurt anyone, and you're so lucky that all those you accidentally hurt survived...I can help you, Draco."

"No, it's impossible," said Malfoy, his wand hand shaking terribly, "no one can. He told me to do it or I'd kill you Kill me. I have no choice."

"Stand on the right path, Draco, we can hide you in absolute safety, safer than you can imagine. And, tonight, I can send Members of the Order of the Phoenix go and hide your mother too. Your father is not in danger in Azkaban at the moment...we will protect him then...Stay on the right track, Draco...you are not one Murderer..."

Malfoy stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"But I've come this far, haven't I? Why couldn't you have done these things sooner? After I was alone struggling... drowning to the bottom of the sea? And you ridiculous Order of the Phoenix Can't protect my mother..." He said slowly, "It's too late, Dumbledore. They thought I was going to die before I got the job done, but I'm still alive...and you're under my control...now take the wand It's me..."

"No, Draco," said Dumbledore calmly, "now you are at my mercy, not me at your mercy."

Draco did not speak. His mouth was wide open, and the hand holding the wand was still shaking. Harry seemed to feel it dropped a little—

Suddenly, a thud of footsteps came up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, Malfoy was pulled aside, and four men in black robes broke through the door and rushed to the wall. Harry, still immobile, stared unblinkingly at the four strangers in horror: it seemed that the Death Eaters had the upper hand in the fight below.

A stout man with a crooked mouth and a grotesque grin on his face let out a huffing laugh.

"Dumbledore is cornered!" He turned to the stout little woman, who looked like his sister, with an impatient smile on her face, "Deng Dumbledore has no wand and Dumbledore is alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"

"Good evening, Amycus," Dumbledore said calmly, as if welcoming the man to a tea party, "You also brought Alex... so cute..."

The woman smirked angrily. "You're dying, and you think these little jokes can save your life?" she sneered.

"A joke? No, no, it's polite," Dumbledore replied.

"Go on," said the stranger who stood closest to Harry, his long limbs, his gray hair and beard all tangled together, and his black Death Eater robe very Uncomfortably tight on him. His voice was odd, something Harry had never heard before: a hissing growl. Harry also smelled a pungent smell coming from him, a mix of earth, sweat, and—no doubt—blood. He had long yellow nails on his dirty fingers.

"Is that you, Fenrir?" asked Dumbledore.

"That's right," said the man in a harsh voice, "it's nice to see me, Dumbledore?"

"No, I can't say I'm happy..."

Fenrir Greyback grinned, baring pointed teeth. Blood dripped down his chin, and he licked his lips slowly, disgustingly.

"But you know how much I love children, Dumbledore."

"Can I understand it this way: Now you bite people even when the moon is not round? That's weird... You've developed this habit of cannibalism, not once a month Are you satisfied?"

"That's right," Greyback said. "It shocked you, didn't it, Dumbledore? Scared you?"

"Well, frankly, it does make me feel a little sick," said Dumbledore, "and I'm a little shocked that this Draco has invited you to his From the school where my friends live..."

"I don't," Malfoy panted. He didn't look at Greyback, and didn't seem willing to even glance at him. "I didn't know he was coming—I wouldn't allow—"

"I don't want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore." Greyback said in a raspy voice, "There are so many throats to tear...it tastes good , it tastes so good…”

Speaking, he lifted a yellow fingernail and picked his front teeth, grinning at Dumbledore.

"I can treat you to dessert, Dumbledore..."

"No," the fourth Death Eater snapped. His face was full of flesh, a fierce look. "We have orders. Draco must do it. All right, Draco, let's do it."

Malfoy was even less motivated. He looked terrified, staring blankly into Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore's face was getting paler and he was much shorter than usual, because his body against the wall kept slipping down.

"If you want me to say, he doesn't have much time in this world anyway!" The crooked man said, his sister was helping him with a wheezing smile, "Look at He—what's the matter with you, old man Deng?"

"Alas, weak and unresponsive, Amycus." Dumbledore said, "Anyway, old age is useless... One day, you will fall into this step too. Fields...if you're lucky..."

"What does this mean? What does this mean?" shouted the Death Eater, suddenly fierce, "You are still the same, aren't you, old man Deng? Full of empty words, I really don't understand why the Dark Lord wants to kill you if you don't do it! Well, Draco, let's do it!"

At this moment, there was the sound of many people scrambling from below, and one of them shouted: "They blocked the stairs - shattered! Shattered!"

built a roadblock—

"Quick, Draco, let's do it!" said the fierce-looking man angrily.

But Malfoy was shaking too much to aim.

"I'll do it." Greyback said savagely and pushed Dumbledore towards him. He opened his hands, revealing the fangs in his mouth.

"I said no!" shouted the fierce-looking man. A strong light flashed, and the werewolf was knocked aside, hit the wall, and almost fell, with an angry look on his face. harry standing