Chapter 1,204

In fact, Harry didn't know what the light was, but he continued to chase it. It was like a guide, guiding Harry on what to do.

However, the distance is not close enough now... Harry cannot properly aim and fire the spell...

Suddenly, another flash of light lit up, and there were shouts in the distance, as well as the magical lights attacking each other. Harry understood at once: Hagrid rushed out of his cabin, and he was trying to stop the Death Eater. The gangster's escape.

Harry felt as if every breath he took was tearing his lungs apart, and the pain in his chest was like fire, but he still speeded up because an indelible voice kept echoing in his mind: Hagrid can't let him Death, never let Hagrid die again...

"Professor, are you okay..." Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore's body with some embarrassment. In fact, he didn't know how to describe Dumbledore's current state.

He was hit by Snape's Avada Kedavra, and there was no doubt that his body was dead. However, Dumbledore's physical condition was now so bad.

Without the suppression of the soul, magic began to escape, and dark blue cracks quickly covered all of Dumbledore's exposed skin, just like the cracked land due to dryness.

Dumbledore did not respond. With the help of Fan Lin, he fell from the observatory. Dumbledore's body was not harmed in any way. He seemed to be asleep.

"Return!" Fan Lin frowned. Avada Kedavra seemed to disperse Dumbledore's soul. Perhaps this was the reason why Dumbledore did not wake up.

Fortunately, Dumbledore studied a magic for this, and Fanlin was the one who helped him wake up quickly.

A little fluorescent light gathered from the tip of Fanlin's wand, which was misty white, and the other end was connected to Dumbledore's eyebrows.

Through the magic power, Fanlin can feel the familiar atmosphere gathering, that is...

"Oh, what a wonderful experience..." was the first thing he said after waking up, but Dumbledore seemed more relaxed than ever.

"In fact, I have experienced many things in this world, but death is the only one... Fortunately, my body was not broken. So, were you always here before?"

"Yes, I went to the Room of Requirement and saw the Death Eaters coming in through the Vanishing Cabinet," Fan Lin said. "Because it didn't feel right, so I followed them and used the invisibility cloak."

"It's that gadget you invented. I must admit that the cloak is really useful. For this reason, the Ministry of Magic placed a large order with the Weasley brothers. In fact, I was still considering whether to modify this cloak. Become a Hogwarts standard."

"Then the number of pranks in the school may increase significantly, Professor." Fan Lin said, looking at the light spot, all of this is communication on the spiritual level.

"I think so." Dumbledore paused, "But now is the issue that Minerva should consider. Of course, maybe not now, but..."

"Are you...a ghost now?" Fan Lin couldn't help but say.

"Almost." Dumbledore said, his tone very relaxed.

"To be specific... I wander the boundary between life and death. I can neither become a ghost nor be resurrected, just like an old man trapped in the soul space. But this is not very difficult. It is a choice based on my own needs."

Fan Lin nodded. He thought of the white space he entered when he faked his death, but it was a bit monotonous there.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

"You need to restore my body," Dumbledore said, "or it will be revealed when I'm buried."

"Of course, I'm planning to do this." Fan Lin said, "I can't be discovered by Harry, right."

"Yes." Dumbledore confirmed, "The Death Eaters should be evacuating Hogwarts, so don't worry too much, the battle will be over soon."

"However, I need them to pay some price. This is an explanation to Harry." Fan Lin said undeniably.

"So, what's next?"

"Rutherford will come to pick me up." Dumbledore said, "Leave a path for him in my mausoleum. Of course, he can do this himself, and then he will take me back to the polar mausoleum. Where, I need some time to complete the last step."

"The last step? Become the king of the undead?"

"I have no choice Fanlin." Dumbledore said, his light flashing continuously, "During this period of time, I hope you can dominate the Order of the Phoenix, at least, don't let them do anything stupid, especially Harry... …”

"So, Harry must die, right?"

"Yes, there is no other way but this."

"I need Marvolo's ring!" Fan Lin suddenly said.

"You plan to use the Resurrection Stone?" Dumbledore said.

"Yes, no matter what, I plan to do this." Fan Lin said, "I can't help it..."

"Of course, I have given a letter to the Minister of Magic, my... will." Dumbledore said.

"Okay!" Fan Lin nodded, "In that case..."

Suddenly, a black shadow passed over Fan Lin's head, flying out of the tower window.

Along with the heavy landing, a bloody smell suddenly spread.

"If someone comes, I will do it well." Fan Lin said quickly, "How should I find you."

"When you need me, I will naturally appear. In short, you have to rely on yourselves for everything. As for the rest, I will let Rutherford do it for me."

Fan Lin didn't say anything more. He sent the wand forward, and the light spot belonging to Dumbledore's soul quickly disappeared into Dumbledore's eyebrows. In an instant, all the cracked skin returned to normal, except for some blood stains at the corners of his mouth. Besides, it was as if Dumbledore was really asleep.

Fan Lin sighed, no matter what, Dumbledore is really dead now.

Feeling a little empty in his heart, Fanlin felt a little confused about the future for the first time.

In the past, Dumbledore was always there, and no matter what, someone would always stand up and finish the job, but now...

A painful groan rang out, which surprised Fan Lin. The life force of the person who had just fallen from the tower was too tenacious.

Fan Lin walked over, if it was someone from Hogwarts...

"Fenrir Greyback!" Fan Lin's eyes began to become dangerous.

Hearing someone calling him, Fenrir opened his eyes with some difficulty. At least three of his bones were broken. The blood foam at the corner of his mouth proved that his condition was not very good, but the werewolf's body was still supporting Greyback and did not die. .

"Flesh and blood... and Dumbledore..." Fenrir growled in a low voice. Suddenly, Fan Lin felt that he was a little sad. Fenrir should have escaped originally, but he was knocked into his hands...

"You know, I wanted to kill you a long time ago." Fan Lin pointed his wand at him, "I don't know if you like the gift I left for you in the underground street, but now, I think I will A better one for you.”

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Harry kept chasing. Suddenly, something hit Harry in the back. He fell forward, his face hit the ground hard, and blood came from both nostrils: he turned over while , and raised his wand at the same time, he knew that the Death Eater brother and sister who used the shortcut to the castle to pass him had already caught up...

"Collapse!" Crouching in the dark lawn, Harry wanted to hit the Death Eater, but it was really too difficult.

But miraculously, Harry's wand was successful. He knocked down one of them, and then also tripped another running Death Eater.

Without hesitation, Harry jumped up again and ran after Snape.

The moonlight shone through the dark clouds in the sky, and Harry finally saw Hagrid's huge figure; a yellow-haired Death Eater was constantly throwing spells at Hagrid one after another; but Hagrid's strong physique was different from his The tough skin inherited from his mother seems to protect him from harm.

Snape and Malfoy on the other side continued to run towards the door; once they were out of the door, they could disapparate...

With almost no hesitation, Harry passed between Hagrid and his opponent, pointed his wand at Snape's back and shouted.

"Swoon!" He missed his target; the red light passed over Snape's head; Snape shouted, "Run, Draco!" and turned around.

Twenty yards apart, he and Harry stood face to face, then raised their wands almost simultaneously.

"Crucio!" But Snape hit Harry backwards before he could shout the curse; Harry turned over and stood up again, while the big Death Eater behind him Shout: "Fire blast!"

Harry heard a loud explosion, followed by a pulsating orange light that shone on everyone: Hagrid's hut was on fire.

"Fang is still in there, you devil...!" Hagrid shouted loudly.

"Crucio!" Harry shouted again, pointing his wand at his opponent in the firelight opposite him, but Snape once again blocked the spell.

Harry saw a mocking smile on Snape's face.

"You'd better stop using those Unforgivable Hexes, Potter!" he shouted over the crackle of fire and Hagrid's roar and the barking of trapped Fangs. "You're not brave enough yet. ability--"

"Crucus..." Harry yelled out the curse angrily, but Snape blocked the curse again with an almost lazy wave of his arm.

"Fight back!" Harry screamed at him, "Why don't you fight back! You coward..."

"Coward? How dare you call me that, Potter?" Snape shouted. "Your father never dared to attack me, except when four against one. So what would you call him? Tell me. ?”

"Fainted..."

"It will take me to block a few more curses before you learn to keep your mouth shut and your heart shut, Potter!" Snape mocked and blocked the curse again. "Let's go!" he shouted to the big Death Eater behind Harry. "It's time to retreat. We must leave before the Ministry of Magic arrives -"

"Swoon..." But before Harry could finish shouting the curse, excruciating pain spread throughout his body; he fell to the grass. He heard someone screaming, he was destined to die in pain, Snape was going to torture him to death or become a madman...

"Stop!" Snape shouted, and the pain disappeared as suddenly as it had just appeared; Harry lay curled up in the dark grass, holding the wand in his hand, breathing heavily; the top of his head Snape's scolding voice came from somewhere above, "Have you forgotten our mission? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord - we have to stay alive! Let's go! Let's go!"

The Death Eaters obeyed the order and continued running towards the door. Harry felt the ground tremble as they ran past. He let out a roar that he couldn't distinguish: at this moment, he had put his own life and death aside.

He struggled to his feet once more and stumbled, almost gropingly, towards Snape, towards the man he had come to hate as much as he hated Voldemort.

Harry waved his wand. Harry had repeated this action at least hundreds of times, but in fact, Harry had never regretted it. Why didn't he practice more?

Where is Fanlin?

Harry suddenly thought that maybe as long as he delayed for a while...and Sirius...he went after Bella...

Snape waved his wand, once again blocking the spell; Harry was now standing only a few feet away from Snape, but he could finally see Snape's face clearly: his face It was no longer a mocking look; it was a face full of anger under the firelight. Harry concentrated all his energy and shouted in his mind: The Divine Edge has no trace...

"Stop, Potter!" Snape screamed.

With a loud bang, Harry flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground again; this time even his wand was out of hand. He heard Hagrid roar and Fang bark, and at the same time Snape came over and looked down at Harry lying on the ground, without his wand and without any protection, just like Dumbledore.

Snape's pale face, reflected by the burning wooden house, was full of hatred, just like before he killed Dumbledore...

"How dare you use a spell of my own invention against me, Potter? Those spells were my invention - me, the Half-Blood Prince! Now you actually want to put my own spell on me, just like yours Like a dirty and shameless father, aren't you? I won't let you succeed...never!" Harry turned towards his own wand; Snape fired a spell at his wand, and it flew out a few times. feet away, disappearing into the dim grass.

"Kill me," Harry gasped. He no longer had any fear, only anger and contempt for Snape. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward... …”

"No..." Snape screamed, his face suddenly distorted, as if he was experiencing the same great pain as the barking dog in the burning house behind him...

"Don't call me a coward!!!" Snape waved his wand in the air: Harry felt as if a hot, whip-like thing had hit his face, and he was knocked to the ground. Stars were flying in front of his eyes, and for a while he could hardly breathe.

Suddenly Harry heard a rapid burst of sound whizzing through the air above his head.

Then, there were endless sounds of explosions and shattering, like the collision between metals, dense... and terrifying.

Harry vaguely felt something cold falling on his face. It was cold, like snow, or broken ice?

Harry suddenly thought of something, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

He can still fight, as long as he finds his glasses and wand.

"Don't worry, Harry!" Suddenly, Harry felt someone pulling him up from the ground, "Take your wand, it will be your life, Harry, don't let it get too far away from you. ." (To be continued)