HP Magic Biography

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Hey, listen, Tonks, this is not the time to talk about that, Dumbledore's dead...

But……

Before Tonks could overturn the table angrily, the door of the school doctor's room was suddenly opened.

Hagrid walked in with heavy steps. It could be seen that this incident hit Hagrid very hard.

All along, Hagrid has been working for Dumbledore. It can be said that he is a stupid giant, and a little silly and cute. No one would let Hagrid get a decent job, even in Hogwarts. Here is a professor of protection of magical animals in a world-renowned school.

If Dumbledore is willing, he can find a better person to take on this responsibility, instead of a giant from the perspective of a giant, teaching these underage wizards in a giant way.

This shows how much Dumbledore encouraged Hagrid to admit Hagrid's knowledge, even if it may not be applicable.

But what is certain is that Hagrid is definitely Dumbledore's most loyal subordinate. He can die for Dumbledore, and even do some things that Hagrid is unwilling to do.

Hagrid entered, the little part of his face not covered by hair and beard damp and swollen. His body was shaking with weeping, and in his hand he held a large handkerchief stained with tears.

I... I'm ready, Professor, he said choked up, to remove...Remove him. Professor Sputrow has put the children to bed. Besides, Professor Williver is lying down, He said he'd be fine soon though, and Professor Slughorn said he'd informed the Ministry.

Thank you, Hagrid. Professor McGonagall stood up, turned her head to look at the group of people around Bill's bed, and she continued, Once the Ministry of Magic arrives here, I will meet them immediately. Hagrid, please inform the Heads of each House...Professor Slughorn can take the place of Slytherin...I want them to come and see me in my office at once.

Hagrid nodded, turned around and walked out of the room heavily.

Professor McGonagall looked down at Fan Lin and Harry.

I hope you two can come too. Of course, before they come, I want to say a few words to you. If you are willing to come with me...

Then, see you later... Fan Lin shook his head, and followed Professor McGonagall out of the ward.

There was no one on the stairs outside. The only sound that can be heard is the dirge of the phoenix in the distance.

Harry was a little out of his wits, which was a huge blow to Harry. In fact, they didn't go to Professor McGonagall's office, but to Dumbledore's.

It took Harry a few seconds to realize that, of course, Professor McGonagall had been an interim Headmaster... Apparently she was Headmaster now...so the office behind the gargoyle was hers now...

Fan Lin? Professor McGonagall stopped.

Fan Lin took a step forward, waved his hand, and the door of Dumbledore's office opened.

In fact, after receiving the core that Fox brought him, even Dumbledore couldn't enter the office without permission. Of course, Dumbledore may have other methods, but in fact, Fan Lin Now dominates all of Hogwarts.

Thank you, Albus told me, but I didn't expect to get to where I am today. Then, Professor McGonagall stopped talking.

In silence, they walked up the moving spiral staircase and into the circular office.

For a moment, Harry panicked, not knowing what he expected to see: the room might now be covered with a black cloth, perhaps, even Dumbledore's body lay inside.

In fact, the room was exactly as it had been when Harry and Dumbledore had left it hours earlier: glistening silver instruments whizzed and whirled across the slender-legged table, Gryffindor's sword The silvery moonlight reflected in the glass case, and the Sorting Hat sat on a shelf behind the desk.

Nothing seemed to have changed, Harry stared blankly,

Suddenly, Harry's eyes narrowed.

A new portrait has joined the ranks of Hogwarts' late headmaster... Dumbledore sleeps soundly in a gold frame on his desk, his half-moon spectacles hanging from the bridge of his crooked nose, looking serene And serene. After gazing at the portrait for a while, Professor McGonagall made a strange movement, as if wrapping herself in a steel jacket, and then she looked around the table at Harry, her face stretched very long.

Harry, she said, I want to know what you and Professor Dumbledore did after leaving school tonight, and of course you, Fanlin, you and Dumbledore have been behind our backs, including the Order of the Phoenix Guilty, all the things you do...

Sorry, Professor, although I don't think it's important, it's still kept secret. Harry shook his head, to witness Voldemort's greatness? Witness how powerful Voldemort really is.

This kind of thing Harry didn't want to say, it would cast a shadow over everyone.

Even the Ministry of Magic is sealed.

Except for Scrimgeour and several important officials, only he, Fanlin and Dumbledore knew about this matter, and the memory of the others had been washed out...

I thought, this might be important...

Sorry, Professor McGonagall! Fan Lin shook his head and interrupted Professor McGonagall's speech, Whether it's based on Dumbledore himself, or other confidentiality regulations, I think...

You must be clear, Al! With the death of Professor Dumbledore, I think you should realize that the situation has changed...

I don't think so, said Harry, shrugging. Dumbledore never said I could stop obeying his orders if he died.

Harry, you should learn to judge... Professor McGonagall frowned, and it was rare that a trace of weakness appeared on the face of the serious Professor McGonagall.

I respect Harry's judgment just as I respect yours. Fan Lin said sincerely, I can only tell you that at the right time, everything we do can be made public, but that is not now ,professor.

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, and just as he was about to refute, Harry spoke up.

But... one thing you have to know before the Ministry of Magic comes, Ms. Rosmerta is under control, she's helping Malfoy and the Death Eaters, and that's how the necklace and the poisoned wine are...

Rosmerta? repeated Professor McGonagall suspiciously, but she was interrupted by a knock on the door just as she was about to continue. Professors Sputrow, Williver, and Slughorn came in, followed by Hagrid, still weeping, his huge frame shaking with grief.

Snape! cried Slughorn suddenly, the most battered, palest, and most agitated. Snape! I taught him! I think I know him!

But before the others could answer him, a sharp voice came from a high wall: a sallow-faced wizard with a short black beard had just walked into his empty canvas. Minerva, the Ministry of Magic could be here at any moment, and they've left the Ministry.

Thank you, Phineas, said Professor McGonagall, turning quickly to the professors. I wanted to talk to you guys about what happened at Hogwarts before they come, she said quickly. In my opinion, I'm not sure the school will open next year. The death of the headmaster at the hands of one of our colleagues is A blot on Hogwarts history. It's horrible.

I'm sure Dumbledore would have liked the school to remain open, Professor Sputraw said. I think as long as there is a student who wants to come to school, the school should remain open for students.

But will we have another student? said Slughorn, wiping his sweaty brows with a silk handkerchief. Parents would rather their kids stay at home.

I can't blame them for that. In my opinion, I don't think Hogwarts is more dangerous than other places, but you can't force other mothers to think the same.

It's normal for them to want their families to be reunited.

I agree, said Professor McGonagall, anyway, it would be wrong to say that Dumbledore never thought of facing the dissolution of Hogwarts. When the Chamber of Secrets was opened again, he thought of closing the school... ...I must say that Professor Dumbledore's killing was much trickier than the Slytherin monsters roaming the unknowable parts of the school castle...it was a disaster, never before in the history of Hogwarts Things like this, even in the darkest of times.

We'll have to consult with the Ministry, however, said Professor Williver in his short, high-pitched voice; he had a large bruise on his forehead, but it didn't look like his fall in Snape's office no problem. We must follow procedures and not make hasty decisions.

Hagrid, you haven't said anything yet, said Professor McGonagall. What's your opinion? Should Hogwarts remain open?

During their conversation, Hagrid kept wiping his silent eyes with his tear-stained handkerchief.

Now Hagrid raised his swollen eyes, and said hoarsely, I don't know, Professor...that's a matter for the Dean and Headmaster to decide...

Professor Dumbledore has always valued your opinion, said Professor McGonagall gently, and so have I.

Well, I'm staying, said Hagrid, big tears streaming slowly from the corners of his eyes and into his tangled beard. This is my home, it's been my home since I was 13 years old. If any kids want me to teach them, I will do it.

Hagrid fought back his grief, but in fact, it was too difficult for Hagrid.

But... I don't know... Hogwarts without Dumbledore... He suppressed a sob, wiped his eyes again with his handkerchief, and fell silent. Wanted to see if the Ministry of Magic had arrived.

Then I agree with Professor Williver that the right thing to do is to consult with the government and leave the decision up to them. Now, as for sending the students home...there is an argument that they should be sent as early as possible. If necessary, we can Arrange for Hogwarts to come tomorrow...

What about Dumbledore's funeral? Finally, Harry couldn't help but ask.

Hmm... Professor McGonagall's voice trembled, and she seemed to have lost the strength she had just now.

I... I think Dumbledore's last wish was to be buried here, at Hogwarts...

So we'll do it, right? Harry asked sharply.

If the Ministry of Magic thinks it's an act of private privilege, said Professor McGonagall, there's never been a Headmaster who's been...

Nor has a headmaster done more for the school before, growled Hagrid.

Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's eternal resting place. Professor Williver said.

Absolutely, said Professor Sputrow.

In that case, Fan Lin said hesitantly, the students should be allowed to go home after Dumbledore's funeral.

Yes, that's right! echoed Harry, They all wanted to tell him...

The last word choked in his throat, but Professor Sputrow finished it for him.

goodbye.

Well said, said Professor Williver sharply. Well said! It is fitting that our students should pay tribute to Dumbledore. We can arrange for them to come home after that.

Yes.

I think . . . well . . . said Slughorn in an excited voice. And Hagrid let out a muffled whimper in agreement.

They're coming soon. Professor McGonagall, staring into the square, said suddenly, the Minister for Magic...it seems that he has brought a delegation...

So...can we leave, Professor? Harry asked immediately. He had no desire to see Scrimgeour tonight, or to be questioned by him about what had happened.

You two can go, said Professor McGonagall. Hurry up.

She strode to the door and opened it for Harry and the others.

Please wait a moment, professor... Fan Lin said, stretching out his hand, and a flame-like rune appeared in the palm of Fan Lin's palm, but the light of the flame was very faint now.

This is……

Core control... Fan Lin shook his head, Dumbledore handed Fox to me, and then I discovered this, I think, you need these more, although... Although they are useless, The Death Eaters have been laying it out for a long time, and they have destroyed almost all the nodes.

good!

Fan Lin nodded, and followed Harry quickly down the spiral staircase and through the deserted corridor.

Harry left his invisibility cloak on top of the Astronomy Tower, but that didn't matter; at least, Harry didn't have the heart to go there.

The two were walking in the corridor, but they didn't meet anyone, not even Filch and his cat, not even Peeves.

They hadn't met a single person or ghost before he walked into the passage to the Gryffindor common room.

Everyone was in hiding, and the Death Eaters had breached the castle, at least, so far.

Didn't Dumbledore also suffer from the murderous hands of Death Eaters?

Is this true? The Fat Lady whispered when she saw the two approaching, Is this true? Dumbledore...is dead?

Yes, said Harry. She let out a howl. Without waiting for the two of them to say the password, he turned over and let them pass.

As Harry had guessed, the common room was packed to the brim. Silence struck the room as he passed through the hole behind the portrait.

He saw Dean sitting with Seamus: which meant his dormitory was now empty, or nearly empty, except for Hedwig...

Fox is still screaming in the square.

Without speaking to anyone, without making eye contact with anyone, Harry and Fan Lin walked straight across the room into the boys' dormitory.

Ron was waiting for the two of them, sitting on his own bed, still in his pajamas.

For a while, no one spoke. Fan Lin just walked over to collect Fox's residence. Soon, he would leave here with all his things. Fortunately, nothing was left behind.

They're talking about closing the school, Harry said.

Lupine said they'd do it...

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