hp dumbledore's death march

When Albus Dumbledore opened his eyes he was in a pure white space, empty and boundless, seemingly alone.Dumbledore had a rare surprise on his face, but his subconscious didn't seem surprised.

"Excellent," he said cheerfully.His voice travels far in this vast world, he now looks like a high school student going on a graduation trip, his appearance is also the same as when he was young, his slender white hands are full of vitality, and his auburn hair hangs down Down to the waist, the nose that was broken several times has returned to normal.Nothing changed, only his eyes.That person once said that his blue eyes were the color of the sky, shining with dazzling and wise light.

Dumbledore was a little surprised by his current appearance, he shrugged, completely as a gift of death. "Hey. The living have more troubles than the dead." Dumbledore said regretfully.

"I hope Harry won't blame me." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with guilt. "But this is not something an old man should worry about." Dumbledore said words that did not match his appearance, "The old man who has retired now is about to start a pleasant journey, and the matter of the living is left to The living go worry about it."

"So all I have to do is just keep going forward?" Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"Oh! Oops." Dumbledore stared in shock at the robe on his body, which was chosen for him by the professors when he was buried, and in his own words: "It's good, but it's too rigid! Dumbledore thought with some distress, "Ah, how is it Severus' style?"

The current headmaster of Hogwarts Mr. "Ah Chirp.???"

"Hmm." Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and suddenly said loudly, "If it's made of purple satin, it would be better with sun and star prints." His tone seemed to be a pleasant suggestion to a close friend.The space was quiet for a moment, and suddenly, Dumbledore's rigid black robe changed into the dark purple robe full of silver stars that he had always worn.

"Oh, thank you," said Dumbledore sincerely.No one answered.

Dumbledore didn't mind. He picked up the pointed hat that appeared at some point and wore a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles.It wasn't cold in here, and Dumbledore politely put back the cloak that had appeared, and watched it disappear by itself.

Then, like a spring outing, he walked forward leisurely without deliberately seeking direction.

The world of the dead is different from that of the living. Dumbledore concluded while observing with interest. On a piece of brown parchment, a snow-white quill was writing swiftly with his words, dancing like a dance. . "Ah, thinking is always refreshing," said Dumbledore.

"Here, time seems to stop." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "I'm not sure about the difference in the time flow between the two worlds for the time being. I still haven't met anyone else." Dumbledore shook his head regretfully. "There may be new discoveries after the exchange." The quill was spinning rapidly, writing down every sentence, and after stopping, it rubbed Dumbledore's hand with a dog's legs.Dumbledore patted it with a smile.

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise, stroked it unconsciously, and looked at the outline of a house in the distance, which was clearly visible. "Oh, it's really not easy." Dumbledore sighed, "We should visit this friend." A certain quill addicted to being stroked by Dumbledore nodded happily, "Yes, you said All right."

Dumbledore quickened his pace slightly, and soon approached the house. He looked at the house, the milky white walls, the window sills were outlined with red paint, and the red tiles covered the roof layer by layer. Through the glass window, he saw the golden yellow rapeseed flowers placed there. "Gryffindor, without a doubt," Dumbledore thought.He crossed the garden, stepped on the wooden steps, and knocked politely on the door with a creaking sound under his feet.

Dumbledore heard a loud bang and hurried footsteps, all of which reflected the master's eagerness. "An informal man." Dumbledore went on to judge. "But vigilance is not good." Dumbledore sighed secretly, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed at his own thoughts. "People are dead, so what harm will happen." The dark oak door opened, revealing a A handsome side face, but the owner of this face did not intend to hide his emotions, surprise was clearly displayed on his face.

Dumbledore swore he showed the most gentle and calm smile: "Long time no see, Sirius."

A rather confused expression appeared on Sirius' face: "Excuse me, but I know you?" He subconsciously used a respectful word for those familiar gentle eyes.

Dumbledore blinked, "Oh, it's more familiar." Sirius wailed and thought.Dumbledore touched his nose and said, "Albus Dumbledore, nice to meet you."

Sirius tried his best to overcome the weird psychology, and said: "Hello, Dumbledore...Professor." He subconsciously said.Dumbledore smiled and said, "Glad you remember that." Sirius blushed. "No no no, nothing," he muttered. "Why is my professor so young." He looked puzzled. "Well, please come in, please come in." He turned sideways out of the corridor behind him, and Dumbledore walked in slowly.

"Would you like something to eat?" Sirius raised his head, looked at the red-haired young man who was leisurely leaning on the sofa and asked.Dumbledore sat up straight, smiled and nodded, "Please excuse me."

Sirius slowly brought black tea in a silver jug ​​and rose cakes in a small plate from the kitchen. "It's really troublesome." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Thank you for remembering the old man's little hobby." Sirius pursed his lips, not wanting to admit that he subconsciously took dessert, but he never liked desserts, and he never liked desserts. There is no question who this is for.But why does this person always like to say that he looks old, and he looks very young.Sirius secretly raised his head and looked at the red-haired young man who was eating happily and was busy putting flower cakes into his mouth.Sirius suddenly felt a little pain in his brain.

Now they can finally sit down and talk.Dumbledore picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully and said, "Sirius, how much do you remember?" Sirius' expression was blank for a few seconds, and he restrained his expression for the first time, and said, "I don't know since when At first, I slowly forgot about the past." His tone was confused "Well, just now I have forgotten my family, and some friends, like I know my name is Sirius Black, but why? Who gave me Got a name? I don't even remember." "Even if you haven't forgotten the past, you won't remember it." Dumbledore thought helplessly, "Sirius, who hates the family, never thinks about these things."

"Oh." Dumbledore sighed slightly, "It's just as I guessed, Sirius." Dumbledore took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, "You are slowly losing your memory, Sirius. This also confirms my conjecture." Dumbledore said seriously, "Have you thought about forgetting the result of everything?"

Sirius returned to his idle look again, "I will never forget my friend, Professor." He grinned, "Even if there is such a day." His eyes were shining with stars, "Even if there is such a day, I will only I don't want to think about it anymore." He glowed with confidence, and the corners of Dumbledore's lips curled up, which was Sirius Black's charm.

"It's been a long time, I really caused you trouble." Dumbledore got up apologetically, and was about to leave, Sirius was a little flustered, "Aren't you going to sit still?" "No need." Dumbledore smiled , said softly, "You haven't lost yourself, that's enough." Sirius nodded thoughtfully and said, "I'll see you off as a professor."

Standing in front of the door, Dumbledore put on his crooked denim hat again, straightened his skirt, and praised before leaving: "It's a beautiful house."

"Of course." Sirius raised his head proudly as if he was being praised, "Subconsciously told me this is my home." Something flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, but Sirius didn't see it clearly, and he turned his back to Sirius He waved his hand and left.

Dumbledore did not tell Sirius that he had visited the house decades ago, when it was known as Potter's House.The place that Sirius considered most like home.

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