[HP] Noble

During their conversation, the memory seemed to have entered the final stage—maybe so, because at this moment, the whole body of the white-robed Dumbledore in the memory fell on the side of the stone basin, leaning against the stone basin. One of Draco's hands didn't slip completely into the mud.His glasses were tilted to one side in embarrassment, his complexion showed an unhealthy rosy color, and his chest heaved violently, and his mouth made a strange sound that only an old bellows could make.

Draco's tie was pulled askew, he supported Dumbledore with difficulty with one hand, and held the glass with the other hand, quickly picked up the last half glass of liquid from the stone basin and brought it to Dumbledore's mouth Before he could drink it, Dumbledore began to weep loudly, and the tears continued to slide down the wrinkles on his face and into his beard-the usually neatly groomed beard was now stuck in a mess. On the wizard robe on his chest, some mud was still splashed at some unknown time.

【Come on, professor, one last drink. 】

【No no, never again—sorry, Gellert—for me—oh no—sorry...]【After this drink, everything is over. 】The platinum nobleman lowered his head and brought the cup to the mouth of the old headmaster, 【That person is willing, if he wants to get out there, no one can stop him, you should know, professor... well... the last cup, Please open your mouth—] "...please open your mouth..." Scorpius showed a delicate expression, "You never tried to coax someone softly when you were growing up, did you, Draco? "

The Slytherin who was called by his name frowned slightly, and seemed to really think about this question seriously for a while, then shook his head: "Never, but I think I did a good job."

As he said this, he remembered pouring the last drop of liquid into Dumbledore's mouth.

Dumbledore's humming stopped immediately, he lost his strength completely, the glasses slipped from his face, his eyes were closed tightly, and his head drooped heavily.

"Oh my God." Harry exclaimed from not far away, "Is he dead?"

Scorpius realized that the people around him suddenly became tense, "Obviously, no." The platinum nobleman sneered, but couldn't hide the paleness on his face, "Use your brain, Potter."

"Almost a trip from hell," Dumbledore smiled, seeming to hear Gryffindor's concern from the bottom of his heart and not pursue his unreasonableness, "but as you can see, I'm fine-shh- —”

The old headmaster stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the side of the stone basin: "Be quiet, young people, it's not over yet—"

Where his finger was pointing, Draco made an irritated "tsk" sound, and somewhat rudely tugged on his tie that had been tilted to one side.He casually threw the empty goblet in his hand into the stone basin, then he bent down and placed Dumbledore against the side of the stone basin. He drew out his wand, pointed it at Dumbledore's chest, and whispered a Strings of very rhyming but ancient jerky spells—

The red light shot out from the tip of the wand, and the red light spread out in a circle, the light became more and more intense, and then suddenly became dim.

Under Dumbledore's deliberate reminder, everyone noticed that when the memory of Draco stopped the spell, Dumbledore in white robes slightly stretched his brows, and his breathing stopped slightly. So heavy.

"Singing spells." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I've always regretted that I didn't see this with my own eyes because I fell into a coma that day. The tributes from bards in very early times, ah, I can't imagine that they are still there. exist--"

"There are not many left, I know it's just a coincidence." Draco replied simply, "and it's a pity that the spell-chanting has been seriously missing. The strength should definitely be more than this level." Then, the senior Slytherin paused, his silver-gray eyes quickly glanced at Scorpius who was staring at himself in memory, and suddenly smiled, "And, I Not very good at healing spells."

Scorpius turned his head, just in time to see the last smile disappearing from the lips of the platinum nobleman. He was stunned: "Are there any spells you are not good at?"

"Of course," Slytherin raised his eyebrows, "every ancient magic family, or each individual, possesses different magical qualities."

"Exactly correct explanation - thank you little Mr. Malfoy, maybe you reminded me that I need to ask the professors to reinforce the ancient common sense of the wizarding world for every new student - as far as I know, the Gretel family has been a long time ago The object of competition among the major magic hospitals." Dumbledore said cheerfully, with his hands behind his back, "Or the level of mastery of the plague spells of the Black family in the past is also shocking."

"Is it characteristic of the Malfoy family to kill people with money?" Harry's malicious voice floated.

"The characteristic of the Weasley family is to use poverty to cry every opponent?" Draco sneered and fought back without hesitation.

"Is the memory over?" Scorpius asked.

"Not yet." Draco dropped the angry Gryffindor and turned to face the door. "It was a really bad day - and at this moment, it's probably not the worst."

"Hush—" said Dumbledore, "they're coming—"

Everyone held their breath and looked out the door, and behind them, Draco who belonged to Dumbledore's memory also stood up, and he quickly put the fake Horcrux in his pocket, and before he had time to look at him in detail, He seemed to hear something, and then, his attention was also attracted by the door, and as time went by, Slytherin's brows became more and more tight.

[I'm afraid we're in trouble, Professor. 】Prince Slytherin said lightly, his wand twirled quickly on his fingertips, and pointed at the door with a sharp gesture without hesitation.

The temperature seems to be dropping extremely - Scorpius and the others can't feel it, but they can notice that the stalactites are no longer dripping - all the drops of water are frozen into ice particles, and then the lake surface -

The breath breathed out by the people present turned into milky white water vapor.Dumbledore in the white robe leaning against the edge of the stone basin gasped heavily, and opened his eyes weakly - he looked ten years older, struggling, and moved his hands lightly.

"What's that?" Harry asked. "Is there something coming up?"

"Dementors." Draco raised the corners of his lips, "hundreds of dementors."

【I knew it would not be so easy.】Relying on the stone basin to support himself, he quietly pulled out the magic wand that looked like dead wood, the old headmaster said softly, 【When necessary, escape with the Horcrux. ] The voice was not loud, but it was enough for Draco who was standing not far from him to hear it.But Slytherin just glanced at his headmaster, said nothing, didn't agree, and didn't immediately refuse.The two of them sat and stood until the first dementor appeared at the door.

[I'm afraid unfortunately, for a long time in the past, I couldn't use the Patronus Charm well. 】Prince Slytherin said calmly,【If there is any way to help us escape these nasty wretches, just speak up, professor, they are coming soon. 】【Be safe and don't be impatient, little Malfoy student. ] Dumbledore gasped heavily, and laughed with difficulty, 【I said that a cautious person like Voldemort will one day be fooled by his cleverness. ] While they were saying this, at least thirty or forty dementors had squeezed in through the door.They drifted on the other side of the shore, as if they were a little afraid of something. When there were more and more of them, one dementor finally couldn't stand the temptation—they had guarded this isolated island for too long, and the long-term lack of food was almost dying. their lives—

With the first dementor at the beginning, dozens of the most terrifying creatures in the wizarding world rushed towards the island from the opposite bank in a dark mass——

[Help me up, hurry up. 】Dumbledore urged, his voice became very severe, although he was still very weak, so weak that he could hardly stand still, but Draco stepped forward and pulled the old headmaster up from the ground without hesitation.

The white robe on the white wizard's body was stained with mud, and the hem was almost stained gray-brown—but he didn't care, he stumbled to his feet, and raised his wand high—

At that moment, his voice suddenly became grand and majestic.

【Commurocinis——】

A huge halo appeared at the tip of Dumbledore's wand—the halo was complex and unstable, filled with dark matter, but contained an extremely powerful force that was enough to make people dumbfounded.

Scorpius was sure he had never seen such a spell before.

The circle of light gradually formed a complete three-dimensional ball of light, and then the ball of light gradually shattered, and a black phoenix broke out of the shell of the light ball—just like the phoenix issued by Dumbledore's Patronus Charm !

This one, however, was only black, and it chirped harshly and frighteningly.The blue eyes of Dumbledore in the white robe became extremely dim, as if he was really close to running out of oil at this moment - he shook his wand with difficulty, and the black light was so strong that it almost swallowed the entire cave. Everything!

The phoenix flapped its wings and swooped out at an unusually fast speed——

The nearest dementor didn't dodge it like it met the patron saint. It collided directly with the phoenix, and then under the horrified eyes of everyone, the dementor was split into two, completely covered by the darkness brought by the phoenix itself. The matter was devoured, and finally disappeared into the air cleanly——

"Merlin's beard—" Harry's unbelievable voice rang in everyone's ears, "but, but for a long time in the past, we always thought that dementors could not be killed—"

"No, they can." Scorpius frowned, and he found that his head started to hurt again, "I remember a long time ago, someone told me that there is a magic spell that can kill dementors."

Draco withdrew his almost fascinated gaze from the black phoenix, and looked at the fourth-year Slytherin without saying a word, the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

"That's a very ancient spell—almost legendary." Dumbledore numbly watched himself in his memory fall back to the ground after releasing the spell. He turned around, looked at Harry, and blinked. He said earnestly without blinking, "If it wasn't for Voldemort, I would never in my life imagine that I could use this spell-no one can arouse so many negative emotions in a positive situation, so no one believes its real existence- — this magical and heinous 'Destruction Curse'."

……

Dumbledore took off his spectacles once more, this was the third time he had done so today, and this time, instead of rushing to put them on, he put them inside his robes, using his withered and charred hand, and patted everyone on the back——

"The memory ends here, children, let us leave the unbearable memory of me as an old man and return to the beautiful reality."