Chapter 1,202

"I can't...I have to do this..." Malfoy repeated with a pale face, "He will kill our whole family, the Dark Lord..."

Malfoy said with some pain, and suddenly, Harry felt a little pitiful for Malfoy.

In any case, Malfoy didn't actually hit him. In Myrtle's bathroom, Malfoy just knocked him to the ground and gave him enough time to react.

Harry later figured out that Malfoy might not have intended to cast the curse at that time, otherwise, Malfoy would not have been able to stop in such an uncontrollable mood.

Harry had not fought Malfoy at that time. It is true that Malfoy was very capable in fighting, otherwise it would not have been possible...

However, bringing the Death Eaters into the school... Suddenly, Harry's eyes lit up.

Harry reminded Fanlin, and there was also the Dark Mark, which seemed to have been released for a long time, so the people of the Order of the Phoenix...

"I understand you are in a difficult position," Dumbledore said soothingly. "So, why didn't you think about why I didn't expose you before? Because I know Voldemort would kill you if he knew I suspected you."

Malfoy flinched a little when he heard the name, but Dumbledore's words made him feel even more uncomfortable.

However, Malfoy did not doubt what Dumbledore said and did not expose him.

Because this is Hogwarts, and the old man in front of him, Dumbledore, is the core controller of this school.

Maybe Dumbledore didn't know that much, but the appearance of Harry Potter in Myrtle's bathroom also reminded Malfoy.

There was no reason why Dumbledore couldn't discover what that idiot Potter had discovered. This was Hogwarts, and Dumbledore was sitting in the principal's office. He could communicate with all ghosts if he wanted to.

Even though Snape was helping him and had repaired the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement early on, Malfoy didn't think it was a foolproof thing.

Fortunately, Myrtle is easy to trick, and Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...

Suddenly, Malfoy felt a little nauseous, and Voldemort asked him to place something in Slytherin's secret room. The bad magic circle and the weird black material made Draco feel desperate and on the verge of death.

Perhaps it was this thing that completely destroyed Draco's psychological defense, causing Draco to lose control at the most critical moment.

Draco once admired the Dark Lord, but that was only once.

No one can remain indifferent when faced with the threat of death. Even great people, when they know they will die, have to close their eyes to dispel the impending destruction. What's more, Malfoy is not a great person. people.

Draco was scared, more scared than he'd ever been.

He was afraid of failure and Voldemort killing his whole family, but at the same time, killing Dumbledore?

This is not something he can do.

Dumbledore could die, die from curses, or die from poison, but Malfoy never thought about standing opposite Dumbledore on the observatory at Hogwarts, pointing his wand at Dumbledore's face. Body, even though Dumbledore had nothing in his hands.

"I'm not afraid to talk to you about your mission. I know you were entrusted with it, and in fact he used the power of mind to fight against you," Dumbledore continued, raising his eyelids. "But now, in the final moments, we can have a frank conversation... There was no harm done, you didn't kill anyone, but you were very lucky, the victim you unintentionally harmed survived... I can help you, De Laco."

"No, you can't." Malfoy said, his wand was shaking violently. Because of fear, Malfoy was so resistant to the wand in his hand for the first time, but at the same time, he held it firmly, as if A life-saving straw, even if fragile, appears vulnerable.

Fan Lin suddenly sympathized with Malfoy.

This was Voldemort's revenge on the Malfoy family, and there was no doubt that Lucius had angered Voldemort.

Years of failure, coupled with Lucius's inaction.

These were once Voldemort's most trusted people.

Regulus and Bellatrix of the Black family, plus Lucius Malfoy!

As part of Voldemort's life, the Horcruxes were given to three of Voldemort's most trusted subordinates for safekeeping.

Of course, Regulus was an accident, and Voldemort just needed someone to die for him. However, because of wizards' long-standing prejudice against house elves, Voldemort underestimated Kreacher.

His magic wasn't infallible, at least not perfect, and at least the house elves' abilities didn't count among them.

Kreacher escaped, taking with him the information about the cave, and then Regulus's betrayal.

This was probably the first of all Voldemort's Horcruxes to go out of control.

As for the rest of the Horcruxes, Hufflepuff's golden cup was given to Bellatrix by Voldemort for safekeeping. Tom Riddle's diary, all the memories of the sixteen-year-old boy, was given to the Malfoy family by Voldemort and sealed. The treasure trove at Malfoy Manor.

Ravenclaw's diadem... Like all Hogwarts people, Voldemort hid it in the best hiding place in Hogwarts.

Marvolo's ring was placed in the abandoned hut. This was probably the place where Voldemort arranged the most carefully besides Slytherin's locket. In the past, this also led to Dumbledore's death, not Like now, leave selectively.

Among the known Horcruxes, whether they were arranged by Voldemort himself or kept by his loyal Death Eaters, except for Bellatrix, there was something wrong with them all.

It can be said that Bella is the only wizard who is so loyal to Voldemort and a witch (brainless fan!)

Although, this may not be serious, it turns out that an emotional connection is the only way to guarantee loyalty.

If there is betrayal, there must be an emotional problem.

Calculating it this way, Voldemort is really fortunate that when he was young, he had firmly tied Bellatrix to his body.

This is probably the most cost-effective investment Voldemort has ever made, instead of playing with people's hearts and giving the task of killing Dumbledore to a seventeen-year-old wizard like he is doing now.

"No one can do it. He asked me to do it, otherwise... otherwise he will kill me. I have no choice." Malfoy said sadly, this is the most standard Voldemort style.

"He won't be able to kill you if you're dead. Come to the right side, Draco, we can hide you better than you think. I can also get members of the Order tonight Go to your mother and protect her as well. Your father is safe now... at Malfoy Manor... and we can protect him if need be... Get on the right side, Draco... .You are not a killer..."

Malfoy stared at Dumbledore.

"But it's too late now, isn't it?" he said slowly. "They thought I was going to die, but I'm still here... and you're under my control... I'm the only one who can Man with a wand...you are under my control..."

Fan Lin was speechless, but he didn't know that he was now sitting on the window edge of the observatory, and Harry... Harry must have been controlled by Dumbledore, otherwise, with all this nonsense, Malfoy would have gone cold. It's cold.

However, those Death Eaters really deserved to die, and they were much stronger than Fan Lin imagined.

Perhaps each of them knew that Voldemort would use them less and less. If they could not complete any tasks, then they would be completely useless.

This is a dangerous sign, especially as the Dark Lord becomes increasingly dehumanized.

"No, Draco," Dumbledore said calmly. "This is in my control, not yours, and that's the problem now."

Malfoy said nothing. He was open the slightest, and his wand hand was still shaking.

Harry thought he saw the wand almost drop. But thunderous footsteps came up the stairs, and seconds later Malfoy stepped out of the way as five men in brown robes burst through the door.

Harry still couldn't move, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the five terrifying strangers: they looked like the Death Eaters who had won the battle downstairs.

A clumsy-looking man glanced ferociously at him with his mismatched eyes, and then started laughing.

"Dumbledore is cornered!" He smiled cruelly, and then looked at a slender, short woman who seemed to be his sister. She smiled even happier.

"Dumbledore has no wand, Dumbledore is alone! Well done, Draco, well done!" said a shrill female voice.

"Have a good evening," said Dorothy calmly, as if he were welcoming the man to a tea party. "To my surprise, Ms. Tafur came over too... You are charming... In fact, I am sorry to hear you leave from Ho I was not at the school when Gewoz was in office. "

Tafur took off her hood, revealing her delicate face.

But in fact, this made Harry even more uneasy. He had been tortured by Tafur for a long time. This may become a shadow in Harry's future. This woman is no more perverted than Umbridge. How low can it be.

The devil hiding behind the pretty face?

Thankfully, Tarfur is not as overly offensive as Umbridge, and maybe that's the difference.

Sometimes the gap between people is indeed much wider than the gap between people and dogs.

"It's a real honor, Mr. Dumbledore. I didn't expect you to be such a funny person, but... do you think your little joke will help you when you are dying?" Tafur smiled. , with a fang exposed from the corner of his mouth.

Only then did Harry see the change in Tafur.

Tall, with sharp teeth, a slightly charming face and burgundy pupils.

Tarfur is also a vampire?

"A joke? No, no, those are polite," Dumbledore replied.

"That would be an honor, Mr. Dumbledore." Tafur licked his lips, seeming to appreciate Dumbledore's politeness.

However, not everyone is as patient as Tafur!

"Kill him," said the stranger standing closest to Harry, a large, lanky man with dull gray hair and beard, and his black Death Eater robes looked... People feel depressed and uncomfortable.

His voice was unlike any other voice Harry had ever heard: an anxious voice. Harry smelled a strong mix of dirt, sweat, and confusingly, blood. His dirty hands had long yellowed nails.

"Is that you? Fenrir?" Dumbledore asked unexpectedly.

"Yes," his voice irritated the others. "Nice to see me? Dumbledore!"

"No, I can't say that I..." Dumbledore frowned. Everyone present, except Tarfur and Greyback, had taught him before. However, only Greyback would let Dumbledore Lido felt very disgusted.

A kind of resistance that is close to instinct, because the bloody smell of the werewolf is too strong.

The smell of blood constantly assaulted Fanlin's senses.

He had been following Malfoy, so Fanlin didn't pay attention to what these Death Eaters had done.

However, now it seems that Fenrir has devoured the flesh and blood of someone in Hogwarts?

This is what is annoying about werewolves. Vampires can also restrain their desire for blood, but once a werewolf has tasted flesh and blood, it can never stop.

A bunch of brainless beasts.

Fan Lin's face darkened and he stared at Fenrir closely on the window edge.

As if sensing something, Fenrir looked around cautiously.

It's really quite empty here, with no one or anywhere to hide.

Suddenly, Fenrir Greyback smiled, showing his sharp teeth. Blood flowed down his chin and he slowly licked his lips, extremely disgusted.

"But you know how much I like children." Dumbledore said earnestly, and his tone began to become cold.

He knew Fenrir before Fenrir became the leader of the werewolves.

"Dumbledore, I feel it now!" Fenrir said intoxicatedly, licking the blood at the corner of his mouth with his unusual tongue.

"You've started attacking when it's not a full moon, right? That's very unusual... You've discovered that the taste of humans is so fresh that you can't satisfy it even once a month?"

"Exactly," Fenrir Greyback said, "That scares you, doesn't it? Dumbledore, are you scared?"

"Well, I can't pretend that it doesn't disgust me," Dumbledore said. "At the same time, yes, I'm a little shocked that Draco would invite you to this all-human school where his friends go. ..."

"I didn't," Malfoy said weakly. He didn't look at Fenrir Greyback, and he didn't even want to take another glance. "I didn't know he would come..."

"I don't want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore." Fenrir Greyback said harshly, before he could make a delicious, delicious... sound in his throat. He raised his yellow fingernails, pulled at his front teeth, and squinted at Dumbledore.

"I could have you for dessert, Dumbledore..."

"No," another male Death Eater said sharply. He had a face that looked heavy and cruel, "We have orders, Draco will do it."

"Oh yes, we've stayed long enough." Bellatrix half-smiled, "Now, Draco, come on."

Malfoy finally showed his timidity. He looked at Dumbledore with some horror, even though he was now very pale and much weaker than usual. He had already slipped a lot down the supporting wall.

"He won't live long, if you ask me!" an incongruous-looking man said to her giggling sister, "Look at him... what will happen next? Words? Oh, useless resistance, No one can save you with your slow reaction, Dumbledore."

For a moment, several Death Eaters laughed.

The task of killing Dumbledore would definitely make them brag in the Death Eater world for a lifetime.

"Come on, Draco, do it!" Bella became impatient and began to urge Draco.

But at that moment, a voice from the chaos below shouted that they had cordoned off the stairs—swooning! Fainted!

Harry's heart started to beat. The four of them did not eliminate all their opponents, but only fought on the top of the tower. Moreover, the voice felt extremely familiar to Harry.

His godfather, Sirius Black, although this godfather is not very reliable, but now, he is definitely a life-saving medicine.

"Now, Draco, hurry up!" the cruel man shouted angrily. But Malfoy's hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't aim.

"I'll do it," Fenrir Greyback roared. He stretched out his hand and moved towards Dumbledore, his teeth exposed.

"I said no!" shouted the cruel-faced man, and with a flash of light, the werewolf stepped aside furiously, and he hit the wall.

Harry's heart was beating so hard that he thought there was no way no one could hear him standing here, but he was immobilized by Dumbledore's spell. If he could move, he could shoot a spell from under the invisibility cloak...

"Draco, do it! Or you'll step aside and let one of us..." Tarfur screamed, which made her feel very uneasy. They had been chatting for too long.

But at this moment, the door leading to the barrier was knocked open again. Snape stood there, holding his wand tightly in his hand. He scanned the scene in front of him with his dark eyes, from falling to the ground. Dumbledore by the wall, to the four Death Eaters including the angry werewolf, and Malfoy.

"We have a problem, Snape," said the squat Death Eater, his eyes and wand pointed directly at Dumbledore. "The boy can't seem to..."

But someone else was calling Snape's name, very faintly.

"Severus..."

The sound frightened Harry more than anything he had experienced tonight.

For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.

Snape said nothing. He just stepped forward and roughly pushed Malfoy aside. The three Death Eaters backed away speechlessly. Even the werewolf seemed frightened.

Snape stared at Dumbledore, revulsion and hatred etched into the rough lines of his face.

"Severus...please..." Dumbledore said weakly, but his body seemed to be unable to support him any longer.

Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light shot from the end of Snape's wand, hitting Dumbledore directly in the chest. Harry's scream of fear was not uttered; he fell into silence and could not move, and had to watch Dumbledore being thrown into the air: for a moment he seemed to be suspended above the shining skull, and then he slowly It fell slowly, like a doll made of rags, crossing the battlements and out of sight. (To be continued)