[HP] Return late

The only white wizard the Dark Lord feared fell in early August, and Draco and Harry were still there when Narcissa knocked hurriedly on their respective doors early in the morning and led them across the fireplace to Hogwarts. Can't quite believe the news.Until they met the dying old man in the hospital wing.

Dumbledore didn't look like he was about to end his journey of life. His expression was calm and relaxed. When he saw them coming in, he greeted them with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy, Harry, and Draco." Dumbledore leaned weakly on the head of the bed, like a real old man should.The magic damage has spread from the right hand I saw last time to the face, and the scorched black marks look terrible.

Draco resisted the urge to cast a stun spell on the savior, and followed Narcissa with the stupid lion who wanted to jump to the hospital bed.He remembered that he had clearly told this stupid lion the rules of paying attention to occasions, so couldn't he listen a little bit?

The room was already full of people, not the Order of the Phoenix, but professors from the academy.The half-giant's body filled most of the room, so that when Draco responded to the greeting and looked for a place to stay, he saw an unexpected person standing in the shadow of the room—"Sir?" he said softly and uncertainly. shouted.

"Snape—Professor." The savior poked his head out behind him, half surprised and half pleasantly greeted.

The black-robed potions master frowned coldly and nodded at them.Perhaps because of their familiarity, Narcissa led them to stand beside Snape. "Severus." She smiled at him, "It's good to see you again."

And Snape didn't even nod this time, because Dumbledore started talking.

"Okay, now that we are all here—" Dumbledore put away his smile, "As everyone has seen, I have felt the call of Thanatos, and I am about to leave you—"

"Before that, I think I need to make some final arrangements about some things at school."

"Minerva," he nodded to Professor McGonagall, "I pass on the position of headmaster to you, I believe you can do better than me, be impartial, and spread magic and knowledge among the four academies .”

"I'll do it, Albus," said Professor McGonagall, her normally tense face becoming more serious, and her body standing up straight, more like a ruler.

Dumbledore turned his face to Snape who was standing in the corner, "Severus, Defense Against the Dark Arts requires a lot of your attention. Also, please take on the position of vice-principal."

"I will." Snape whispered slowly in his silky voice - Draco couldn't help shaking a bit, often this kind of voice was accompanied by point deduction or confinement, or a lot of venom spray.

"Then, Mrs. Malfoy, I'm glad you can join us as Potions Professor. Severus doesn't intend to change his office, you can pick your favorite one."

"Thank you very much, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Okay, there are no other changes. I think that's all about the school's arrangements. In addition, Hogwarts must not become a battlefield—Mrs. Malfoy, your words made me think about a lot that I didn't notice before, thank you. "

"I'd like to be buried in Godric's Hollow if I could."

"Do you want to carve an epitaph for you?" Snape asked sarcastically.

"Oh, no - Severus, you should be more humorous." After finishing the business, the old wizard's tone became lighter again.

"I think I'm - humorous enough," Snape said in a dangerous drawl.

"Severus, I just hope that you can relax yourself, let go of everything you are carrying, and do what you like, that's why I give you the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Well, if I assume what you're saying is true." Snape's tone was evident distrust.

"Severus, after so many years, I sincerely thank you for everything you have done for the Order of the Phoenix. Now that your identity has been exposed, I finally just advise you as a friend and teacher, drop everything and go Live a new life." Dumbledore said calmly.

"You mean, I'm useless to the Order of the Phoenix, and I'm left to fend for myself?" Snape said angrily.

"No, no, my child, you misunderstood me. I just want you to choose a path that suits you better."

"I'm already on my way," Snape said grimly.

"Well, if you insist," said Dumbledore, "Harry, and Draco, I hope you will return to school next school year to continue your lessons."

"Of course—" Draco glared at the quick-talking savior, and his voice dropped immediately, "Professor Dumbledore."

"I don't think so, Headmaster Dumbledore," said Narcissa. "The school is not safe, especially for Harry."

"You can only grow delicate flowers in a greenhouse, Mrs. Malfoy," said Dumbledore.

Narcissa lowered her eyes and thought for a few seconds, "I hope your arrangement this time can be more detailed—I don't want my child to suffer any more harm—"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, looked at Harry and Draco, and said meaningfully, "The sharpest weapon is at Hogwarts."

"I'll be here, Professor Dumbledore," Draco said.

"That's the right thing to do, Draco," said Dumbledore, and he turned his face in the direction of Narcissa and Snape. "May I speak to you alone, Mrs. Malfoy and Severus? "

"My honor, Headmaster Dumbledore." Narcissa's voice was soft, and Draco extremely doubted that an overly gentle mother would not be able to restrain those lively and brainless Gryffindors.

He dragged the savior who still had a lot to say and followed the half-giant out of the medical room.

About 10 minutes later, Narcissa and Snape came out together, her eyes were red and sparkling.

"Dumbledore has left us," Snape told everyone.

"No, it's impossible." Potter said softly in disbelief, he took a few steps forward, and then rushed into the ward.

"Draco, take Harry back to where we live now, Godric's Valley is not suitable for you to visit now-especially, there are minors and Zongsi." Narcissa ordered.

"Yes, Mum." He bypassed her and Professor Snape and entered the room.

Harry was half-kneeling at one end of the hospital bed, looking at the old man's face, and resting his trembling hands on the sleeping old man's chest.

Narcissa would not lie to them about such a thing.

Draco walked over slowly and pulled Potter up.

"Let's go back." He explained briefly.

"I want to stay and attend the funeral." Potter's eyes remained on the dead old man, and his tone was firm.

"You'll screw up his funeral, Harry. Don't forget, Zose. Even if you sneezed now, the Ministry would know who handed you the handkerchief," Draco said, turning Potter's hand Looking into his eyes, "Don't forget, not only members of the Order of the Phoenix, but also spies of the Death Eaters stay in the Ministry of Magic."

The savior stopped talking, and turned his head to look at the body of the former headmaster.

"Death is only the end of life, his soul lives on," Draco said.

"Let's go." The savior finally gave up his initial decision.

The atmosphere in the manor was dull and breathless.

Draco fiddled with the black ring on his finger. On the side of the ring, there was a small imperceptible "P" engraved on it. He kept staring at the letter to distract himself.

The savior sat on the sofa, with his fingers clasped on his knees, his face expressionless, and his emerald green eyes turned dark green.He's been in that position for almost 10 minutes.

He has not really experienced the parting of death, which is clear, conceivable, and close at hand.

Draco sighed inwardly, he couldn't let this large pet that was in a dead end just ignore him.This is just the beginning, war will envelop this country, and more familiar faces will be buried under the soil.

If one day his stray cat knew that he was also a member of the rotten kingdom under the dirt, what kind of expression would he have?

Draco approached the sofa, sat down, and wrapped his arms around the Savior's back, slowly grasping his shoulders.

"Draco, next, are we going to face the war directly?" The savior said as if talking to himself.

"No doubt." Draco replied calmly.

"I want to live a quiet life."

"There will be."

"Why must it be me?"

"You are the chosen one."

"I hate this statement - I hate fate." The savior boy finally broke out in this moment, all buried emotions poured out, tears streaming down his face, the blue stubble on his chin hadn't had time to shave , looking haggard and embarrassed.

"Don't think too much, even if it's not you, it's someone else, it's inevitable." Draco said softly.

"I hate Voldemort—"

"Don't say his name." Draco paused at the word, dabbing his own handkerchief across the Savior's face.

"Draco?" The savior rubbed his green eyes and asked puzzled.

"Don't say that word in the future," Draco had to explain to him what he had heard, seeing that the Savior was still confused. "His power will gradually control the Ministry of Magic. Like the last time, he will use magic restrictions to track down those who say his name, and punish or kill them."

"I see."

"Don't worry, you'll make it. You've beaten him many times."

"It's just luck—" the savior hung his head, "I can't do anything well."

"But that person doesn't have that kind of luck, does he?" Draco pushed the silly cat into his arms, and ordered forcefully, "Don't think too much about it."

"But Draco—" The untamed stray cat struggled to get its head out, trying to make its point.

"Shut up!" He knew that this stupid cat didn't need to be comforted at all, it would make him look like a fool even if his heart softened for a moment.

"Oh." The infuriatingly stupid fool shrank back to his original position.

"We'll win," Draco said slowly.

You are the only savior.

He still remembered what Dumbledore said when he got the Elder Wand that day, "Harry is our last hope."

"He had the magic of an innate goodness that brought him faithful companions and friends, and his unwavering conviction was inspiring."

"Maybe you don't quite agree with me in your heart, but Mr. Malfoy, victory cannot be achieved by just one person."

He still remembered that Dumbledore said: "I don't ask you to accept our ideas. The older generation will always be outdated, so go back to school, Mr. Malfoy, and recruit new strength there."

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​fighting for the last time for you."

"This is your time."

Yes, it's the time for youth.

The savior in his arms raised his face again, this time, his eyes were no longer bewildered and bewildered, he said: "I will defeat him, trust me, Draco."

Draco lowered his head and kissed his warm lips very lightly, and he began to believe Dumbledore's words now.

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