Hogwarts Lion Girl

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky. Hagrid's hut was like a huge torch, and the crackling firewood groaned in despair.

The air was filled with thick smoke and a burnt smell, which made it almost impossible for Harry to breathe.

His eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, and the wand in his hand was trembling as it pointed at Snape's back.

"Expelliarmus!" "Stupe!" "Obstacles!" Spells shot out from the tip of Harry's wand like angry poisonous snakes, but were all easily resolved by Snape.

The dazzling red and green lights collided and exploded in the air, scattering into sparks and merging into the blazing flames.

Despair and anger devoured Harry's remaining sanity. There was only one thought left in his mind: revenge! For Dumbledore, for all this injustice! He almost instinctively shouted out the powerful and deadly spell - "God of War!"

A silver light, like a crescent moon, silently cut through the night sky, carrying a terrifying magic, and went straight to Snape's back.

Snape seemed to have eyes on his back. At the critical moment, he turned around suddenly, waved his wand, and a black barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking the deadly silver light.

The barrier vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound, but it finally managed to block Shenfeng Wuying's attack.

Then, Snape swung his wand with lightning speed, and a green light hit Harry's chest.

Harry flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"God of War..." Snape walked slowly to Harry, looking down at him, with a hint of cold sarcasm on his lips, "Use my spell against me? Potter, you are so stupid that it's laughable."

Harry lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

He finally understood that the mysterious half-blood prince, the one who left countless notes in the Potions textbook, was actually Snape!

Snape ignored Harry and turned around, his black cloak fluttering in the night wind. Like a ghost, he blended into the ranks of the Death Eaters and disappeared into the darkness beside the burning Hagrid's hut.

……

A sad silence fell over Hogwarts Castle.

The sunlight shines through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground, but it cannot dispel the heavy sadness that permeates the air.

Dumbledore's "body" was placed on a high platform in the center of the hall. He was dressed in a gorgeous wizard robe and his face looked peaceful, as if he was just asleep.

Flowers surrounded him, white lilies and purple irises intertwined, symbolizing the purity and nobility of the deceased.

The four long tables in the auditorium disappeared, replaced by rows of neatly arranged chairs filled with people who came to mourn.

The students of Hogwarts wore black robes and looked solemn, with many of them shedding tears silently.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix sat in the front row, their faces filled with grief and loss.

Harry sat in the front row with his head down, so his expression couldn't be seen, but his clenched fists revealed the pain in his heart.

The portraits in the headmaster's office were empty, and the headmasters in the portraits all came to the auditorium to pay their final respects to the great wizard.

Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet phoenix, stood on the edge of the platform, wailing as if mourning the departure of its master.

The funeral began, and an elderly wizard walked up to the podium and spoke in a deep voice about Dumbledore's life, his achievements, his wisdom, his courage, and his contributions to the wizarding world.

His voice was trembling slightly, full of respect and nostalgia for the great wizard.

After the wizard's eulogy ended, melodious singing rang out in the hall. It was the students of Hogwarts singing an ancient requiem.

The song was gentle and low, full of sadness and nostalgia, as if expressing infinite grief for Dumbledore.

After the funeral, people lined up and walked to Dumbledore's body one by one to offer the last bouquet of flowers and express their final respects.

Harry finally walked up to Dumbledore's body, gently placed a white lily on his chest, then turned and left silently, his back looking particularly lonely and sad.

……

The clock tower of Hogwarts Castle was bathed in the golden afterglow of the evening, and the ancient stones glowed with a warm light.

Dumbledore, the respected wizard, his long silver beard and hair fluttering gently in the breeze. He turned around and looked at Sharina with his deep blue eyes.

Salina was wearing a crimson wizard robe that outlined her tall and slender figure. Her long black hair was tied into a simple bun at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair playfully scattered around her cheeks.

"It seems that the plan is going smoothly." Dumbledore's old but still powerful voice broke the silence in the bell tower.

Salina nodded slightly, with a determined light in her eyes. "Principal, you are also in the dark. When Voldemort reveals all his cards, you will be the winning blow."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Once this huge lie is exposed by everyone, I will probably be disliked by many people, right?" He looked into the distance with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

Salina pulled out a bottle of amber mead from her robe pocket. The exquisite label on the bottle sparkled in the sunset.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster. Please consider this bottle of mead as my apology." She handed the mead to Dumbledore with a hint of apology and gratitude in her tone.

Dumbledore took the mead and shook it gently. The wine rippled in the bottle, exuding an enticing aroma.

"Oh, in that case, I will reluctantly forgive you."

……

The cold winter seemed to be even colder than in previous years. Dark clouds hung low, covering the entire magical world, making it suffocating.

Even in Diagon Alley, the bustling scene of the past had disappeared, replaced by a tense solemnity.

There was a sense of unease in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour, a wizard with disheveled hair and a serious face, stood in the center of the magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic.

A huge golden magic ball was floating in front of him, with an unpredictable light flickering inside the ball, reflecting his weather-beaten face.

The hall was packed with wizards from all corners of the wizarding world, holding their breath, their eyes focused on Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and announced in his deep, resonant voice: "I must regretfully inform you that the name we do not wish to mention... Voldemort... has returned."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the auditorium.

Exclamations, sighs, and questions mixed together, like an explosion in a pot.

Some older wizards turned pale, knowing full well what this meant; the younger wizards looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

Scrimgeour raised a hand, signalling silence. He continued, "I know this is hard to accept, but we must face reality. Voldemort and his followers are secretly accumulating power. Their goal is to overthrow the wizarding world and bring all of us under the rule of darkness."

He paused, his eyes swept across the faces of every wizard, and said in a firm tone: "We can no longer bury our heads in the sand like ostriches! We must unite and fight against this evil force together to protect our homeland and our future!"

The auditorium fell into silence again, and this time, the silence contained determination and courage.