Chapter 1,206

"Did you see that, Harry? Just under the tower? Under the Dark Mark... God... who couldn't have been thrown down..." Hagrid stopped talking. This idea was so terrifying that he even Can't even say it out loud.

Dumbledore, Hagrid didn't even dare to say this name now. From the beginning, he vowed to confirm that Snape was involved in some secret operation of Dumbledore.

It must be admitted that Hagrid is still very talented, and his blind suspicion of Dumbledore also made him trust Snape extremely.

This was infinitely close to the truth. However, Snape allowed these Death Eaters to wander around Hogwarts. Although this was a bit difficult, Fanlin still couldn't accept it.

Harry walked beside Fan Lin. He could feel the pain everywhere on his face and legs after being hit by various spells in the previous half hour, but he felt that these pains were very far away, as if they were around him. As if someone other than himself was experiencing the pain.

What was truly real and inescapable was the feeling of panic that was constantly suppressed in his chest... Like sleepwalking, he and Hagrid walked through the crowd of people talking in low voices and walked to the front. The stunned students and teachers on both sides stood there. They made a way.

Harry heard Hagrid's wails of pain and shock, but he did not stop; he walked slowly to the corner where Dumbledore lay and knelt down beside him.

Harry knew from the beginning that there was no hope. He witnessed Dumbledore's body floating into the air due to the spell. When this happened, it only meant that the person who was hit had already died. Dead, but Harry never dreamed that he would end up here looking at him like this, stretched out on the ground, scarred: and this man was the greatest person in the world that Harry had ever, or in this life, known. wizard.

Dumbledore's eyes were closed; but perhaps because of the odd angle of his arms and legs, he looked more like he was sleeping. Harry stretched out his hands, straightened the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his curved nose, and wiped away the remaining blood at the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. He stared blankly at the wise, old face, slowly comprehending a nightmare and unacceptable revelation: Dumbledore could no longer talk to him, could no longer help him - the crowd was in Harry's arms. They were whispering behind them.

"Come here, Harry...no Harry, you can't stay here,...now go on..."

But Harry didn't want to leave Dumbledore's side, he didn't want to go anywhere. Fan Lin gently pressed his trembling shoulders from behind, and then another voice said: "Harry, come on."

A small but warm hand grabbed Harry and pulled him upwards.

Fanlin looked up in shock and saw Hermione and Ginny walking over.

The girl's face was a little embarrassed, with messy hair and a smoky face.

Fanlin asked Hermione to wait for him in the public room. Maybe someone from the Order of the Phoenix had arrived. Hermione seemed to have experienced a fierce battle.

Leaving Harry, Fan Lin instinctively moved towards Hermione's position.

It's always like this during practice. When Fanlin is exhausted and exhausted, Fanlin always likes to lie on Hermione's lap.

However, it is obviously not suitable now.

"Let's go." Fan Lin said, calling Harry and Ginny to leave together.

Ginny gave her a gentle tug, and Harry obeyed without thinking at all.

He just blindly followed the people he knew. There was a floral smell in the air, which came from Ginny who led him back to the castle.

A strange sound woke him up. Cries, shouts, and wails pierced the night sky.

But the four of them walked on and climbed the steps into the hall.

Facing Harry's sharp gaze, people stared at him, talked quietly, and wondered.

The shining Gryffindor rubies on the ground looked like dripping blood.

Then they headed toward the marble staircase.

"We are going to the school hospital now..." Ginny said, "And so is Fanlin."

"I'm not hurt!" Harry resisted instinctively.

"It's Professor McGonagall's orders," Hermione continued, "Everyone is there, Ron, Tonks, Lupin and everyone."

"Where's Sirius?" Fan Lin frowned.

From the beginning of the battle, Fan Lin was hiding and waiting. At that time, he was standing behind all the Death Eaters. If he wanted to, he could destroy them with his wand.

But, obviously, he couldn't do that, he had to wait for Dumbledore.

Until Sirius came here, he chased Bella out because Bella petrified an unlucky guy.

The feeling of fear rolled through Harry's chest again.

"Yeah, where's Sirius?"

"I don't know, he hasn't come back yet. He came to Gryffindor to see Fan Lin, and then..."

"Then what?"

"He went after Bellatrix. He wanted you to help Professor Lupin, but he didn't find you."

"Where did you go?" Hermione asked, "I didn't see you at the fighting place. I was worried..."

"Take over the magic circle." Fan Lin said, "I have been outside the castle."

"Yes, Fanlin killed several Death Eaters by name." Harry said briefly, "Ginny, who died?"

"Don't worry, every one of us is fine but Malfoy said he killed someone and he was going to kill Bill, but everything is fine, Bill is alive."

"Bill was injured?" Fan Lin frowned. He had been staying with Malfoy. Malfoy did indeed say this, but he did not do it.

"you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure... he was just a little confused, that's all. Greyback attacked him. Madam Pomfrey said he would never look the same..." Ginny's voice trembled. "We don't know the consequences, I mean, Greyback was a werewolf, but he wasn't transformed at that time."

"Also... there are some other people on the ground... Neville and Professor Flitwick were injured, but Madam Pomfrey said they would recover. And an Auror died, he was killed by a huge golden The spell killed everyone and burned everything..." Hermione said, Fanlin saw Hermione's slightly burnt hair, and the flames definitely exploded around Hermione at that time.

But he waited at the observatory early and did nothing.

"You..." Fan Lin touched Hermione's short hair with some distress.

"I think I might have to keep my hair short for a while."

"That must be nice."

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, Fanlin." Ginny said, "If it hadn't been for D.A's gold coins and everyone gathered together, the unlucky guy who heard the sound might have died." Ginny said, " After a D.A member learned about this, everyone quickly stopped the guy who was still awake, except... Slytherin."

When they arrived at the school hospital, Harry opened the door eagerly and saw Neville lying on the bed, apparently asleep. Not far from the door Ron, Luna, Tonks, and Lupin were gathered around another bed near the end of the ward.

They all looked up when they heard the door open and Tonks ran to Harry and hugged him.

Lupine also walked towards this side, looking worried.

"Are you two okay, Harry? Fanlin?"

"I'm fine," Harry said, "but there might be something wrong with Fanlin."

Harry recalled Fan Lin's magic, its terrifying power, and Fan Lin's cold body and pale face after he came out.

"It doesn't matter," Fan Lin shook his head. It was rare that this time he didn't have to lie in Madam Pomfrey's hospital, but this time it was someone else.

"Harry and I had a fight with the Death Eaters at the school gate." Fan Lin said, "A few died and others were injured. However, I think I only need some magic fluid to recover. The food is not bad." Fan Lin quickly explained to Hermione, "So, how is Bill?"

Fanlin is extremely concerned about this issue.

Talk about it. Although Bill is not very reliable, of course, that is just daily behavior. Bill is a very characterful person. In the Weasley family, apart from Fred and George, Bill and Fanlin play the best.

Ron can't do it either. As for the others, Ginny is Hermione's best friend, and the gap between Charlie and Percy and Van Lin is too big, and everyone will feel restrained when communicating.

However, no one answered.

Fanlin looked over Hermione's shoulder and found an unknown face lying on Bill's pillow. The severe cuts and poisoning made him look grotesque.

Madam Pomfrey was applying some pungent green ointment to him.

Harry remembered how Snape used his wand to repair Malfoy's sword wound very easily, which was the last magic spell Harry swung.

"Can you fill them with magic or something," Harry asked the head nurse quickly.

"No magic can do that," Madam Pomfrey said. "I've tried everything I know and nothing can cure a werewolf bite."

"But he wasn't bitten on a full moon," said Ron, staring into his brother's face and wondering how he could force her to heal Bill. He could only look at Bill blankly.

"Greyback, there is no transformation. So Bill will not become a real person..."

Ron looked at Lupin dubiously.

"No I think Bill will turn into a real werewolf" Lupine said, but that doesn't mean he is tainted, it is a wound that can be healed, now he may not be adequately treated and Bill may be from now on There are some cruel features.

"Dumbledore may know something, but" Ron said, "Where is Dumbledore? Bill is fighting like crazy according to his orders. He owes Bill that he cannot leave under such circumstances."

"But, Ron..." Fan Lin frowned. He was troubled by Bill's injury, "Dumbledore is dead!"

Ron was stunned.

"No!" Lupine roared, and then looked at Harry impulsively, as if hoping that the truth was not what Fanlin said.

But Harry said nothing, and Lupine flopped down on the chair next to Bill, his face covered with his hands.

Harry had never seen Lupine so out of control; he felt like he was being forced onto something.

"This is..." Ron stuttered a little and looked at Fan Lin for help.

Fan Lin nodded gently, indicating that what he said was true.

Fanlin tried his best to avoid such a topic, but no matter what, it was impossible to avoid it.

"So, how did he die," Tonks whispered. "what happened?"

"Snape killed him!" said Harry, "I was there, I saw everything, we got to the Astrology Tower because Malfoy was there... Dumbledore was injured, he was weak but I wanted to be He realized it was a trap when we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and he pinned me down and I couldn't do anything, I was in the cloak, and then Malfoy came out from behind the door and he was disarmed."

Luna covered her mouth. This elf-like girl showed a rare feeling of collapse.

"Then more Death Eaters got there and Snape did just that, the Avada Kedavra." Harry couldn't say any more.

Madam Pomfrey burst into tears, and no one except Ginny noticed her.

"Quiet! Listen!" Madam Pomfrey tried her best to cover her mouth with her fingers. Some parts of her eyes widened were in darkness. Harry had never heard of it. The phoenix was using a method. Sing: A eulogy of terrifying beauty.

Harry was gone, away from the Phoenix's song, but the music still surrounded him, not gone: it was his own grief, sung magically over and over again, echoing across the ground and through the castle windows. They stood there for a long time, listening, and he didn't know or why, listening to this sad voice seemed to alleviate their pain.

After what felt like a long time, the hospital door opened again, and Professor McGonagall walked in.

She seemed to be resting, she was tired of every battle that had happened recently, her face was scratched and her robe was wrinkled. "Molly and Arthur are on their way," she said.

The spell of the music was broken, and everyone woke up from their daze and turned to look at Bill. Others rubbed their eyes or shook their arms.

"Harry, what happened? According to Hagrid, you and Dumbledore were together again, so when did he...when did it happen."

"Snape killed Dumbledore," Harry said. She stared at him for a moment and then shook; Madam Pomfrey seemed to shrink into a ball. As for Professor McGonagall, it was like a lightning strike. It looked like Professor McGonagall's body was nailed to the floor.

"Snape was a very skilled psychic," said Lupine, his voice sharp. "We all know that."

"But Dumbledore swears he's on our side!" whispered Tonks. "I've been thinking that Dumbledore knew something about Snape that we didn't..."

"He keeps hinting that he has a firm reason to trust Snape," muttered Professor McGonagall, "I mean...about Snape's history...of course people know a limited amount...but Dumbledore Tell me clearly that Snape's repentance is absolutely sincere - he can no longer listen to what is said against him!"

"I wonder what Snape told him to convince him so much," said Tonks.

"I know" Harry said and everyone turned to look at him. "Snape passed the message to Voldemort and Voldemort killed my parents. Then Snape told Dumbledore that he recognized what he had done and sincerely apologized for what he had done. Unfortunately, they both died. Yes," everyone stared at him.

"Dumbledore believes that?" Lupine said doubtfully, "Dumbledore believes that Snape regrets James' death? Snape hates James..."

"He failed to consider that my mother was also worthy of condemnation," Harry said, "because she was a Muggle-born... 'half-blood,' as he called her..."

No one asked Harry how he knew. Everyone looked terrified, trying to come to terms with the unbelievable reality of what had happened. (To be continued)