HP Magic Biography

In fact, Harry didn't know what the light was, but he continued to chase after it. It was like a guide, guiding Harry what to do.

Still, it wasn't close enough yet...Harry couldn't properly aim and cast the spell...

Suddenly, another flash came on, there was shouting in the distance, and there were spell lights attacking each other, and Harry suddenly understood: Hagrid rushed out of his cabin, and he was trying to stop the Death Eater gangster escape.

Harry felt as though his lungs were tearing apart with every breath he took, and his chest was burning like fire, but he picked up the pace anyway, because a voice kept echoing in his head that couldn't be erased: Hagrid couldn't be Death, never let Hagrid die again...

Professor, are you okay... Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore's body with some embarrassment. In fact, he didn't know how to describe Dumbledore's current state.

He was hit by Snape's Avada Kedavra, there is no doubt that the body is dead, but now Dumbledore's physical condition is so bad.

Without the suppression of the soul, the magic power began to dissipate, and the dark blue cracks quickly covered all of Dumbledore's exposed skin, just like the cracked land due to dryness.

Dumbledore didn't respond, and with the help of Fan Lin, he fell from the observatory. Dumbledore's body was not harmed in any way, and he seemed to be asleep.

Come back! Fan Lin frowned. The Avada Kedavra curse seemed to have scattered Dumbledore's soul, perhaps this was the reason why Dumbledore did not wake up.

Fortunately, Dumbledore studied a magic for this, and Fan Lin was the one who helped him wake up quickly.

A little fluorescent light gathered from the tip of Van Lin's wand, which was white, and the other end was connected to the center of Dumbledore's forehead.

Through the magic power, Fan Lin could feel the familiar aura gathering, it was...

Oh, it's really a wonderful experience... Dumbledore's first words after waking up seemed more relaxed than ever.

Actually, I have experienced many things in this world, but death is the only one... Fortunately, my body was not broken, so, you have been here before, right?

Yes, I went to the Room of Requirement and saw the Death Eaters coming in through the disappearing cabinet, Fan Lin said, Because it didn't feel right, so I kept following, using the invisibility cloak.

It's the gadget you invented. I must admit that the cloak is really useful. For this reason, the Ministry of Magic placed a large order from the Weasley brothers. In fact, I was still considering whether to change the cloak In Hogwarts style.

Then the pranks in the school may increase significantly, Professor. Fan Lin said, looking at the light spot, all of these are exchanges at the spiritual level.

I think so. Dumbledore paused, But now is what Minerva should consider. Of course, maybe not now, but...

You are... a ghost now? Fan Lin couldn't help but asked.

Almost. Dumbledore said, his tone very relaxed.

Specifically... the boundary between wandering and life and death, neither can become a ghost, nor can it be resurrected, just like an old man trapped in the soul space, but this is not very difficult, the choice of my own needs.

Fan Lin nodded. He remembered the white space he entered when he suspended animation, but it was a bit monotonous there.

So, what are you going to do next?

You need to restore my body, said Dumbledore, or it will be revealed in the burial.

Of course, I'm planning to do that. Fan Lin said, It can't be discovered by Harry, right?

Yes. Dumbledore affirmed, The Death Eaters should be evacuating Hogwarts, so don't worry too much, the battle will end soon.

However, I need them to pay some price. This is an explanation to Harry. Fan Lin said undeniably.

Then, what's next?

Rutherford will come to fetch me, said Dumbledore, in my tomb, leave him a path, of course, he can do it himself, and then he will take me back to the polar tomb, Where, I need some time to complete the last step.

The last step? Become the monarch of the undead?

I have no choice, Fan Lin. Dumbledore said, the light kept flickering, During this period of time, I hope you can lead the Order of the Phoenix, at least, don't let them do anything stupid, especially Harry... ...

So, Harry must die, right?

Yes, there is no other way but this.

I need Marvolo's ring! Fan Lin said suddenly.

Are you going to use the Resurrection Stone? Dumbledore said.

Yes, no matter what, I plan to do this. Fan Lin said, I can't help it...

Of course, I have given Mr Minister for Magic my best letter, my... will, said Dumbledore.

Okay! Fan Lin nodded, In that case...

Suddenly, a black shadow passed over Fan Lin's head, it flew out from the window of the tower.

Accompanied by the heavy landing, a bloody smell suddenly spread.

Someone is here, I will do well. Fan Lin said quickly, How can I find you.

When you need me, I will naturally show up. In short, everything depends on you. As for the rest, I will let Rutherford help me.

Fan Lin didn't say much. As soon as he sent the wand forward, the light spot belonging to Dumbledore's soul quickly sank into the center of Dumbledore's eyebrows. In an instant, all the cracked skin returned to normal, except for some blood at the corner of his mouth. Besides, Dumbledore seemed to be really asleep.

Fan Lin sighed, no matter what, Dumbledore is really dead now.

Feeling empty in his heart, Fan Lin felt a little confused about the future for the first time.

In the past, Dumbledore was always there, no matter what, someone would always stand up and finish it, but now...

A painful groan sounded, which surprised Fan Lin. The vitality of the person who just fell from the tower was too tenacious.

Fan Lin walked over, if it was someone from Hogwarts...

Fenrir Greyback! Fan Lin's gaze became dangerous.

Hearing someone call him, Fenrir opened his eyes with some difficulty. At least three of his bones were broken. The blood froth at the corner of his mouth proved that he was not in a good condition, but the werewolf's body was still supporting Greyback and did not die. .

Flesh...and Dumbledore... Fenrir growled in a low voice. Suddenly, Fan Lin felt that he was a little sad. Fenrir should have escaped, but he ran into his hand...

You know, I wanted to kill you a long time ago. Fan Lin pointed his wand at him, I don't know if you like the gift I left you in the underground street, but now, I think I will A better one is for you.

...

Harry kept on chasing, and suddenly something hit Harry in the back, and he fell forward, hitting his face hard on the ground, bleeding from both nostrils: he rolled over on his side , and raised his wand at the same time, he knew that the pair of Death Eater brothers and sisters who used the castle shortcut to pass had already caught up...

Stupid! Crouching in the dark lawn, Harry wanted to hit the Death Eater, but it was a bit too difficult.

But miraculously, Harry's wand succeeded. He knocked down one, and then tripped up another flying Death Eater.

Without hesitation, Harry jumped up again and chased after Snape.

The moonlight shone through the dark clouds in the sky, and Harry finally saw the huge figure of Hagrid; a yellow-haired Death Eater was constantly casting spells at Hagrid one after another; but Hagrid's strong physique and his The tough skin he inherited from his mother seemed to protect him from harm.

On the other side, Snape and Malfoy continued to run out of the gate; once they were out of the gate, they could Apparate...

With little hesitation, Harry slipped between Hagrid and his opponent, pointing his wand at Snape's back and shouting.

Dizzy! He missed; the red light brushed past Snape's head; Snape yelled, Run, Draco! and turned around.

Twenty yards apart, he and Harry stood face to face, and raised their wands almost simultaneously.

Crucio! But Snape knocked Harry backwards before he could utter the curse; Harry rolled over and stood up again, while the massive Death Eater behind him Shouted: Flame Blast!

Harry heard a loud bang like an explosion, followed by dancing orange light on everyone: Hagrid's hut was on fire.

The Fang's still in there, you devil...! Hagrid yelled.

Cruciate! Harry yelled again, pointing his wand at his opponent in the firelight opposite him, but Snape stopped the spell again.

Harry saw Snape smiling mockingly.

You'd better stop using those unforgivable spells, Potter! he yelled, over the crackling of the flames and the howling of Hagrid and the barking of the trapped Fang, you haven't got enough courage and ability--

Cripple... Harry growled and called out the spell, but Snape blocked it again with an almost lazy wave of his arm.

Fight back! Harry screamed at him, Why don't you fight back! You cowardly...

Cowardly? How dare you call me that, Potter? Snape cried. Your father never dared attack me, except four against one, so what would you call him, say ?”

Stupid...

I'll have to block a few more spells before you learn to keep your mouth shut and your heart shut, Potter! Snape taunted and stopped the spell again. Let's go! he called to the large Death Eater behind Harry. It's time to retreat, before the Ministry arrives—

Dizzy... But before Harry could finish chanting the spell, excruciating pain spread through his body; he fell to the grass. He heard someone screaming that he was doomed to die in agony, that Snape was going to torture him to death or turn him into a madman...

Stop! Snape yelled, and the pain suddenly disappeared as if it had just appeared; Harry lay curled up in the dark grass, wand clutched in his hand, panting heavily; Snape scolded from somewhere above, Have you forgotten our mission? Potter belongs to the Lord of Darkness—we want to survive! Go! Go!

The Death Eaters obeyed and continued running towards the gate, and Harry felt the ground tremble as they ran past. He let out a roar that he couldn't distinguish: at this moment, he had already put his own life and death aside.

He struggled to his feet again and staggered almost gropingly towards Snape, towards the man he already hated as much as he hated Voldemort.

Harry waved his wand. Harry had repeated this action at least hundreds of times, but in fact, Harry had never regretted it. Why didn't he practice more?

Where is Fan Lin?

It occurred to Harry that maybe as long as he was procrastinating...and Sirius...he went after Bella...

With a flick of his wand, Snape stopped the spell again; Harry was now standing only a few feet away from Snape, but he could finally see Snape's face: his face It was no longer a teasing and mocking look; under the reflection of the fire, it was a face full of anger. Harry concentrated all his energy, and shouted in his head: God has no shadow...

Stop it, Potter! Snape shrieked.

There was a loud bang, and Harry flew backwards, hitting the ground again hard; this time even his wand was out of his hands. He heard Hagrid growling and Fang barking as Snape came forward and looked down at Harry lying on the ground, wandless and unprotected, just like Dumbledore.

Snape's pale face in the light of the burning cabin was filled with hatred, just as it had been before he killed Dumbledore...

How dare you use spells of my own invention against me, Potter? Those spells were my invention - me, the Half-Blood Prince! Now you want to put my own spells on me, like yours Dirty and unscrupulous father, eh? I won't let you get away with it... never! Harry turned and flung himself at his own wand; Snape shot a spell at his wand, which flew several times. Feet away, disappearing into the dim grass.

Kill me, breathed Harry, who now had no fear at all, only anger and contempt for Snape, kill me like you killed him, you coward... ...

Don't... Snape screamed, his face contorted suddenly, as if he, like the barking dog in the burning house behind him, was in as much pain...

Don't call me a coward!!! Snape's wand waved in the air: Harry felt as if something hot, like a whip, had been drawn across his face, and he was knocked to the ground. Stars flashed before his eyes, and for a while he could barely breathe.

Suddenly Harry heard a rapid piercing sound whizzing past his head.

Then, there were endless sounds of explosions and shattering, like the collision of metals, dense... it was frightening.

Harry vaguely felt something cold fall on his face, cold like snow, or, shattered ice?

Harry suddenly thought of something, he struggled, trying to get up from the ground.

He can still fight if he finds his glasses and wand.

Don't worry, Harry! Suddenly, Harry felt someone pull him up from the ground, Hold your wand, this will be your life, Harry, don't let it get too far away from you .”