Chapter 1535 The Last Gift

The smell of blood between the lips and teeth was so strong that it made people want to vomit.

To be honest, this was the first time Hermione knew that human blood actually had this strange, salty, metallic taste.

From this point of view, the Honeydukes boss who invented the bloody lollipop probably really tasted blood himself.

It's a pity that now is obviously not the time to admire others for their dedication and truth-seeking.

"Cough cough."

Hermione staggered and walked forward with difficulty.

Although he managed to escape the fatal attack by accidentally tripping just now, the injury on his back from being scratched by sharp claws still seems to be quite serious.

But even so, she still couldn't stop. If she could choose whether to be killed on the way to escape, or to be killed when she fell to the ground and chose to give up, she obviously preferred the former.

Because even if she knew that the chance of escaping from the sky was desperately low, at least she had worked hard for the hope of life, didn't she?

"Ahem... vomit..."

Suddenly, Hermione's legs, which had gradually lost too much blood, suddenly softened, and Dang even fell to her knees powerlessly. Immediately afterwards, she felt a surge in her throat, and then couldn't help but spit out a big mouthful of blood again.

"This time... Maca shouldn't be able to come here in time, right? He's still fighting for everyone at the front... That's right, that's good, this is... ahem..."

Just as Hermione was crouching in the middle of the road, panting and coughing in pain, the whistling sound that had already been tired of hearing suddenly sounded again.

But this time, not to mention whether she can hide or not, even if she wanted to hide, she didn't have the energy to move.

In a daze of consciousness, Hermione slightly raised her hand, and mechanically shook the wand she had been holding in her hand. She didn't know whether she should thank Maca for her repeated reminders and guidance. Even in this state, she can still rely on Cast the spell like a muscle memory conditioned reflex.

"There are many obstacles..."

"boom!"

The hindrance spell itself was very ineffective, but after all, it offset part of the impact for her. Then, accompanied by a moment of severe pain, she flew sideways to the field beside the road, and rolled a long way before barely stopping.

And just as she was rolling in embarrassment, something seemed to be thrown out of her collar around her neck, and a thin silver chain was attached to it.

"cough"

Another mouthful of blood spewed out from the mouth and nose, and with a thud, it coincidentally spilled on the unidentifiable necklace.

The next moment, Hermione felt a strange and warm light suddenly appearing in front of her, and then a blurry figure suddenly appeared in her misty vision, walking slowly towards her step by step.

She saw that every time the other party took a step, that figure became clearer. When the man gradually approached her, and slowly knelt down, a face that she thought she could not see anywhere other than the portrait suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Dumbledore... cough...Professor?"

It can be seen that the face is not as pale and transparent as a ghost, but it is not as flesh and blood as a living person. It glows with a little soft brilliance, which makes people feel as if it is extremely far away, but it seems to be within reach.

And more importantly, on this face, there was a smile that was more calm and deep than Maca's, which Hermione missed very much.

"Good evening, Miss Granger."

"Professor Dumbledore, I... how could I see you again? Oh, that means... ahem... it means I'm going to die?"

"Oh, no! I don't think so. Although everyone is going to die, you are certainly no exception! But at least,

You, who are kind and brave, should not die in such a cold and dark place, where even the only twilight is gloomy. "

Just as she was talking, Hermione suddenly heard the whistling sound that disturbed her deeply.

However, just when she caught a glimpse of a black figure swooping towards her from the corner of her eyes, the illusory Dumbledore raised his hand leisurely.

His movements seem to be slow, but in fact they seem to be surprisingly fast. In just a split second [UU Reading 00ks], a large white brilliance spread from his palm, sweeping across the mist.

After the strong but not dazzling light faded away in a blink of an eye, all the flying corpses hiding in the mist fell from the midair to the ground in a "patta pata" manner.

Hermione glanced at the nearest living corpse that was about to attack her just now, but found that the jet black color on the opponent's body had completely faded away at some time, and it returned to the original corpse.

"Professor Dumbledore"

After seeing everything just now, Hermione, who was seriously injured, didn't think of her injury at all, let alone other questions that she really wanted to ask the other party, but hurriedly said:

"Professor, there are many enemies like this ahead, Maca and Harry may not be able to wipe them out...Since you can kill them so easily..."

"Oh, sorry, my children! Although I don't want to help you, I have already embarked on a road from which I cannot turn back."

While talking, Dumbledore flicked the pendant covered in Hermione's blood, and said quietly:

"Look! Today's trip is obviously just a coincidence, and it is also the last gift I leave to you. If there is no accident, you will have to go on your own for the rest of the journey... Well, perhaps."

I remember that Maca always said that the old man Dumbledore never said a few clear words in his life, but Hermione didn't expect that the other party would get worse after his death.

And just when Hermione wanted to ask something more, she suddenly saw Dumbledore stand up again and glanced indifferently in a certain direction.

"There is no more time... Then, goodbye, Miss Granger, please say hello to Maca for me! My thanks and apologies to him are more than the stars in the sky..."

Before the words finished, Hermione watched the other person's figure fade away suddenly, followed by her eyes went dark, and she passed out completely.

...

"what?"

Not long ago, at the very second when Dumbledore purged all the flying corpses in the mist with a wave of his hand, Maca, who was standing still among the crowd of living corpses, suddenly turned his head and glanced.

"Maka, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he immediately shook his head when he heard Harry's question, "You first apparate to the church ruins at the entrance of Spiral Town and wait, now! I'm going to do something."

When Harry left as promised, he followed suit and disappeared from the spot.