Chapter 1378 The Footsteps of Parting Are Approaching

"Harry, how are you, Harry!"

"Oh, your face!"

"What's with the blood, Harry?"

After a while, they returned to the Pig's Head Bar.

The light of the torch illuminated the three slightly pale faces. As their noses quivered, an old greasy smell and fishy smell made the three of them feel butterflies in their stomachs.

The faint and ferocious roar coming from the distance reminded them of the current situation of their Hogwarts.

Harry staggered back two steps and fell into a soft embrace.

The jade plate hanging in the sky jumped into his green eyes inadvertently, making Harry realize that they might not have left soon.

The cold moonlight and the fragrance smelled on the tip of his nose quickly dissipated the dizziness lingering in his mind. He took a few deep breaths and stood up straight.

"I'm fine, Ginny--"

Harry turned to look at Ginny. After experiencing the unspeakable adventure once again, the girl's soft facial features aroused the eagerness in his heart. He wanted to give her a hug at all costs.

But unfortunately, this is not the right time.

Harry said softly, turning his head and looking across the worried faces.

Sirius stood beside him and held his arm. Harry smiled at him and signaled that he was okay.

Others. Harry's eyes were fixed on Snape's face. Looking at that indifferent face, he felt self-mockery in his heart.

He was not Professor Blaine, nor Snape's favorite disciple, so the concern he had just noticed at a glance must have been his illusion.

"Did you really have a fight with Amosta?"

Sirius asked anxiously.

The blood on Harry's clothes, the new tender flesh like spots on his cheeks, and the messy clothes of Ron and Hermione all showed that they seemed to be involved in something.

"Oh, there's no—"

Harry explained,

"Actually, some other accidents happened. We are in the future, uh."

"Keep those things deep in your heart and make them a secret that only you three know."

Dumbledore winked at Harry and smiled.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Dumbledore's understanding.

He didn't know whether he should tell everything, especially the part where he was taken to the future by Delphi.

"We have accomplished our mission, Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry opened his hand, holding a small glass bottle containing some blood samples, and there was excitement in his voice.

This was not only because he completed the task, but also because he was convinced that Professor Brain was not dead.

Harry believed that if he told the news, it would make everyone popular, but unfortunately, Professor Dumbledore asked him to hide their experience.

"Of course I know you can do it, Harry, Ron, Hermione -"

Dumbledore looked at them with infinite kindness.

When Harry walked closer to Dumbledore, he realized that Dumbledore seemed to have grown older just a short while after they left.

His left hand withered even more, like a half-hidden mummy in a tomb that had never seen the light of day, while his normal right hand had no energy and was drooping, covered with ugly age spots.

His silver beard and hair had also lost their luster. Except for his unusually bright eyes, Dumbledore looked completely like a dying old man.

What people should really worry about now is Professor Dumbledore——

Harry thought sadly as he looked at Dumbledore who was tremblingly taking the blood sample.

No one seemed to realize that or, at the moment when Professor Brain disappeared, the hesitating people were unwilling to think about worse possibilities.

Grindelwald silently supported Dumbledore, with only the panting Dumbledore in his dark silver eyes.

"Ah, this is it"

Dumbledore stared at the bottle Harry handed him and let out a few breathy laughs.

"Amosta spent countless efforts and he actually did it."

"What should we do now, Dumbledore?"

Snape asked with a sullen face,

"Go find Amosta, you know where he is, right?"

"Don't worry about Amosta, Severus-"

Dumbledore gave Snape a reassuring look,

"We are now. I'm going to--"

"I think I should go back, Dumbledore--"

Narcissa said with a pale face, focusing everyone's eyes on herself.

"You have to go back, Mom!"

Draco suddenly clenched his mother's hand, his expression full of rejection.

"I am the only one who can find out about the Dark Lord now, Draco—"

Narcissa smiled at Draco,

"Don't worry, Draco, I can tell the Dark Lord that I'm going to find a potion for him to cure his injuries, and also to get some information -"

"You can't fool him, Narcissa--"

Dumbledore said,

"Besides, I don't think there's any need to pry any further now. Stay, with Draco, with everyone—"

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Very good, now, I want to--"

Dumbledore was about to say what he was going to do, but his skinny body suddenly shook, as if he could not stand, and his whole body was going to be paralyzed!

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The scene where people were calling Harry just now appeared on Dumbledore again.

Two-thirds of the people in the Hog's Head Bar were pushing towards Dumbledore, with helplessness and panic on everyone's faces.

Behind the bar, Aberforth stared blankly at the man who had been at odds with him for almost a lifetime. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

He subconsciously looked at Ariana on the wall.

The young girl still looked at Dumbledore tenderly with a smile.

"Albus-"

Professor McGonagall was trying to hold Albus's other hand with tears streaming down her face.

She could feel the headmaster of Hogwarts, whom she respected, slowly losing vitality under his loose robes.

"You should go to St. Mungo's now, Albus!"

Remus shouted in an almost rude tone,

"Please, can someone please bring a therapist over? We can send Albus to St. Mungo's for treatment!"

"Stop wasting the precious energy of those busy healers, Remus—"

Dumbledore blinked tiredly. Although he was about to die, he could still see the deep sorrow in Remus's eyes.

He smiled at Remus. He smiled at everyone

"Oh, seriously, Minerva, it's probably a little early to mourn for me—"

Finally, Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall,

"I feel like I'm in pretty good shape and I should be able to hold on for a few more days."

"You need to rest now, Albus!"

Professor McGonagall burst into tears and blew her nose hard.

"I'm going to have endless hours to sleep soon, Minerva, so...oh, Gale—"

Dumbledore tried to raise his head and looked at Grindelwald on the other side.

From beginning to end, Grindelwald did not persuade Dumbledore to rest and understand him.

"What do you need me to do?"

Grindelwald asked softly in Dumbledore's ear.

“One more thing”

Dumbledore gasped,

"Take me to school and Harry—"

"I'm here, Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry, who was squeezed to the back, squeezed over with all his strength. His green eyes were filled with sadness as he watched Dumbledore recall the day he entered Hogwarts five years ago.

He met the Headmaster of Hogwarts for the first time during the Sorting Ceremony.

A kind-hearted, somewhat neurotic old man.

"You follow Gale and take us there. I'm going to see what the founders left for us."