Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knows his self-blame after learning Voldemort's true identity.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knows that he has wanted to meet his own death many times. He has no nostalgia for this world, and he can't wait to say a sincere apology to his Arianna...

no one knows...

If there is anyone in this world who knows Dumbledore the best, it must be Professor McGonagall. Even the former Dark Lord Grindelwald cannot be compared with him.

Only Professor McGonagall knows that under the appearance of the strongest white wizard with gray hair and beard, there is a strong and riddled soul hidden.

He is strong, so strong that he can support the entire wizarding world, he is busy, and he carries everything on his old shoulders...

But he's fragile... so fragile that when he hears the news of the death of a familiar person, he can't sleep all night in tears...

Vulnerable enough to hear that because of his own wrong decision, it has had an irreparable impact on others, and he will cherish it for the rest of his life...

He couldn't imagine what kind of crazy decision he would make if Professor McGonagall passed away unfortunately.

But he knew that if that really happened, it would definitely be a disaster, a disaster more terrifying than the Death Eaters raging...

"Minerva..."

"Meow~"

A faint voice came from the boulders, but in Dumbledore's ears, it was ten thousand times more beautiful than the most beautiful music he had ever heard!

"Minerva!"

Professor Dumbledore shouted loudly, folded his hands, urged the last trace of magic power in his body, pushed the stone pile away, his feet were soft, and he staggered a step, knelt there, leaning on the ground with his hands.

But his expression at this time was extremely brilliant.

"Minerva... hoo..."

An amber tabby cat struggled to get out from the crevice of the stone, leaped forward, turned into the form of Professor McGonagall, with disheveled hair, a cut on the face, and fell on Dumbledore's body Beside, revealing the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe...

"...you're alive...so good...so good..."

"...Yeah...I'm alive...I thought I was going to die..."

As Professor McGonagall said, he took out a drop-shaped empty bottle from his arms, and there were still sporadic pure golden translucent liquid in the bottle, and the twinkling stars showed its preciousness...

"...but fortunately luck is on our side, we will definitely win..."

Seeing the potion bottle in McGonagall's hand, Dumbledore, who realized what it was, also showed a tired smile, looked at Professor McGonagall, and said softly:

"...Yeah, luck is on our side, we will definitely win..."

Saying that, ignoring the dust and gravel on the ground, he turned over and lay there, and gently closed his eyes.

"...we will surely win..."

"...hiss..." (...can someone come pick me up, I feel my legs are a little weak...)

"Ok?"

A weak and inaudible voice came, and Dumbledore was awakened again, resisting the double exhaustion both mentally and physically, and turned his head to look in the direction of the secret room.

I saw a four-meter-long boa constrictor wandering in the pipe smashed by the giant stone snake, feeling the corpse of the basilisk outside the pipe, and never dared to take a step outside.

"Nagini...it's dead...come out at ease...also, you don't have legs now..."

"Hiss..." (You four-legged worm who is not even as good as an earthworm wants to lie again, it is the gatekeeper snake king bred by that horrible Parseltongue, how could it be killed by a four-legged worm like you?

Also, who said I don't have legs, my legs are so long and beautiful... um... my legs...)

"Ok?"

Hearing Nagini's words, Dumbledore leaned on the ground and sat up. Professor McGonagall who was on the side saw Dumbledore's movements, and slowly stood up, supporting Dumbledore, and stood up carefully.

"Nagini, I order you to come out and tell me everything you have seen..."

"Hiss..." (You bloody four-legged worm...)

Under the command of the Parselton, Nagini could not disobey, so he had to crawl towards the direction of Dumbledore and the two under the uncontrollable fear and the remaining power of the basilisk.

"Minerva..."

"I am here..."

Professor McGonagall supported Dumbledore, dusted off the dust on the two of them, glanced in the direction of the basilisk with lingering fear, and asked softly:

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"call..."

Dumbledore let out a long breath, turned to look at Professor McGonagall, squeezed his bloody lips, and asked softly:

"Remember what Professor Gu Yi said?"

"what?"

"The last Horcrux..."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn't remember it, Dumbledore raised his brows lightly and reminded him. When Professor McGonagall heard the reminder, he immediately remembered what Professor Gu Yi had said before.

"You mean...it's still in the Chamber of Secrets?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Dumbledore nodded slightly, turned his head and glanced at Nagini, who was crawling here while telling what he saw and heard just now, and said softly:

"Yes... I just noticed it, it's a black book, placed on top of the head of the face in the secret room..."

As he said that, he seemed to think of something again, raised his hand and took out a bag from his arms, handed the bag to Professor McGonagall without hesitation, looked at her, and asked softly:

"My current body does not allow me to destroy them. I can only entrust this task to you. Can you destroy them for me?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, let out a long sigh of relief, nodded vigorously, took the bag handed by Dumbledore, raised his head and asked:

"what should I do?"

Looking at Professor McGonagall who took the bag, Dumbledore smiled apologetically, turned his head to look at the basilisk that was cut in half, and said:

"The poison of the basilisk can destroy any Horcrux. This is what Slytherin left behind for his descendants. You only need to pick up a fang and stab it into these Horcruxes!

I believe you, if it were you, would never be fooled by Tom's rhetoric..."

"Phew...I got it!"

As Professor McGonagall said, he looked down at Nagini who had already climbed to the feet of the two, took a deep breath, tightened the bag containing the Horcrux in his hand, and walked firmly towards the direction of the secret room. go.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall disappeared from his sight, Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, lowered his head, and looked seriously at Nagini at his feet...

"Sorry... Nagini..."

"...hiss..." (what?)

"Legiliency..."

Chapter 558 The end of an era

'tick~'

'tick~'

Drops of water slid from the broken top, breaking the silence in the chamber.

Professor McGonagall tightly held a brown-red dragon skin bag in one hand, and a wand with a broken end exposing the heart in the other. uncomfortable.

The wet and slippery ground under your feet is covered with gravel, and you have to be extremely careful with every step you take.

"McG...Mg..."

"Who? Who's there?"

Suddenly, in the empty secret room, came a voice that Professor McGonagall was so familiar with that she couldn't be more familiar with it. She stopped immediately, pointed the light source at the tip of her wand in the direction of the sound, and her expression was full of disbelief.

"...Is that you! Come out!"

"It's me...McGonagall...it's me..."

Seeing Mag's wand, the man quickly spread his hands and paced slowly, stepping slowly from the deep darkness into the dim light.

"You are...Urquhart...how could..."

Accompanied by Professor McGonagall's astonished expression, a tough and personable middle-aged man, wearing a black suit with gray stripes and a Panama hat, walked towards her step by step with a sincere expression.

"...it's me...I'm here for you..."

The Director of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, the only man Professor McGonagall has ever loved, at this moment, when Professor McGonagall was most vulnerable, appeared in front of her...

"You... are you okay..."

The moment he saw this figure, Professor McGonagall shed two lines of tears. He couldn't tell whether it was joy or grievance. Looking at the familiar face, his whole body trembled.

"...I'm fine, Mag, don't say anything else, this place is too dangerous, follow me quickly, leave here, follow me to a safe place..."

"Urquhart..."

Looking at the figure, Professor McGonagall murmured, staggered forward, and gradually lowered his head...

"...you're not Urquhart...he wouldn't call me McGonagall, let alone say such irresponsible words..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and passed the figure. Although her footsteps were staggering, she still walked firmly towards the human face...

"...You should be Tom... Sure enough, as Professor Dumbledore said, you are good at spying on people's hearts..."

Professor McGonagall's voice gradually lowered, and his head was also lowered. A drop of tear fell on the slate, breaking a crystal splash.

"...But anyway, I still want to thank you, thank you for letting me see his face and hear his voice..."

As Professor McGonagall said, she raised her hand, and a diary with a black cover flew over from the tall portrait and fell in front of her.

"...As a thank you...I will absolutely...absolutely...absolutely send you to hell! I swear!!!"

Looking up, Professor McGonagall's eyes became scarlet due to bloodshot eyes. He turned his head to stare at the young man who turned into a handsome young man with a shadow hidden between his brows. The two looked at each other.. .

"Minerva...McGonagall!"

The young man, trembling all over, gritted his teeth, stared at Professor McGonagall, and said viciously:

"Do you...really think...Urquhart's death was caused by me...Tom Riddle?"

“…”

Professor McGonagall just looked at him coldly, ignoring the wet ground, and knelt down on the ground, placing all the Horcruxes in the dragon skin pocket in front of him, and every time he took out one, the figure on the opposite side I will be anxious.

"You really don't want to avenge Urquhart? To watch his enemies breathe the air of freedom without any punishment..."

"..."

Professor McGonagall remained silent, carefully took out a wooden box from his pocket, opened the box, and there was a fang as thick as a woman's wrist, lying there harmlessly.

"Minerva McGonagall... If I were you, when I think of the person who killed my lover is still alive somewhere in the world, even if it is a prison...

He can breathe, eat, sleep, and even have his own hobbies, and I will die of pain!

You... really don't want to know who caused the chaos in the entire wizarding world, who single-handedly controlled the war in the wizarding world, and indirectly caused Urquhart's death? "

"...I won't believe a word you say..."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall's hands gripping the basilisk's fangs began to tremble, the young man on the opposite side heaved a sigh of relief, showing a triumphant smile, leaned forward slowly, and said softly:

"...no...you want to know...you already believe...don't you..."

"who's that person!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was a little hoarse. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from his mouth. The fangs in his hand were shaking, as if they were about to fall at any time.

"That person... is Gu Yi!"

......

"Ancient One!!! Damn you!!!"

In the confrontation under the ground, you come and I fight against each other, but the confrontation on the ground is a one-sided massacre.

Wang Xuebin turned into green smoke, setting off waves of blood among the crowd of Death Eaters. Behind him, Voldemort chased frantically, but he could only watch the death of his servants helplessly.

In the dazzling pyramid, two streams of smoke, like two mating snakes, rolled and twisted together, never separated.

"Damn you!"

A gloomy green light flashed, and the blue smoke rolled over, dodging it, but the Death Eater behind the blue smoke, unfortunately became an innocent soul under the death curse.

At this time, Voldemort had already realized that this man named Ancient One was just teasing him. If the other party was serious, he would definitely be a more difficult opponent than Dumbledore.

He wasn't sure about defeating the opponent, not even sure about protecting himself, but unfortunately, he found out a little too late...

He has tried to escape the trap set for him through apparation more than once.