Chapter 1380 The Moment You've Been Waiting For All Your Life

Harry watched the drop of blood flying towards the rough stone door, touching, blending, and being absorbed——

He stared wide-eyed and held his breath, waiting for some miracle to happen.

So is Dumbledore

He may not be able to witness the moment when the haze shrouding the world is dispelled, but he wants to see what preparations the Big Four have made.

There was a heavy sound in the ancient cave.

The stone door opened a gap.

Milky white light as soft as water poured out from the door, covering the three people in front of it.

Dumbledore, Harry and Grindelwald, they peered through the cracks in the door, bathed in flawless soft light.

There seemed to be an ocean of light behind the door, and the microwaves were rippling so beautifully, like bright sunlight, shining on the blue ocean under the breeze.

"So that's it."

Silently, tears soaked Dumbledore's old face,

"How amazing, Hogwarts and its founders."

Harry cried too.

But he didn't know why he was crying. But he just wanted to cry.

Under the shining of that holy light, all the hesitation and desolation disappeared, leaving only emotion.

"What on earth is that, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry tried his best to pull his eyes away and looked at Dumbledore, who was in tears but seemed to have no regrets.

Dumbledore was speechless, only choked a few times.

A stream of light of fiery red, azure blue, bright yellow, and silvery green colors flew out from the door.

They circled above Harry, Dumbledore and Grindelwald for a few times, and then crashed into Harry without hesitation.

Subconsciously, Harry raised his right hand to block the light, but he was still hit.

Harry felt a slight burning sensation on his right arm, but it was not painful. He quickly lowered his hand and put it in front of his eyes to check.

The lion represents courage, courage and chivalry--

Badger representing integrity and loyalty--

The goshawk represents wisdom and erudition——

The snake represents ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness--

Four animals dominate the shield, surrounding a capital letter 'H'.

Hogwarts school emblem!

There is no wizard in the British wizarding world who cannot recognize this pattern, and now, they appear on Harry's wrist.

"Professor Dumbledore."

Harry glanced at the door in confusion, then opened the door a crack, released the stream of light, and then closed the stone door again.

"Shimen, isn't it? I don't have enough blood, I should use it as the school emblem."

"They picked you, Harry--"

Dumbledore looked at Harry with relief and pride, his blue eyes filled with tears of love.

"It will. Phew. It will be you who will drive away the darkness. End the end."

"But what should I do, Professor?"

Harry was eager to know the answer.

Dumbledore's open mouth moved, and the light in his blue eyes began to drift. He blinked hard, trying to see Harry clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, the world in front of him was still blurry.

He could hear someone calling him emotionally, but the voice was as vague as a world away.

He could also feel Gale's sad eyes. He wanted to smile at him, but his neck could not move.

"Voldemort's snake, Harry must kill it first."

"You need to rest, Professor."

Harry gritted his teeth to suppress his grief. He held Dumbledore's warm withered hand and said with a trembling voice.

"Voldemort wants you to defeat the other Amostars—"

"I understand, Professor—"

Tears fell from Harry's eyes and landed on Dumbledore's withered hands.

"Are you scared, Harry?"

Dumbledore suddenly smiled.

"I'm not afraid, Professor."

Harry said, holding back his sadness.

Dumbledore's lips moved and he smiled happily,

"Amo will tell you and me to rest. I hope we can see each other for the last time and have some toffee hand biscuits——"

After finishing speaking intermittently, Dumbledore closed his eyes and his body went limp.

Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and his heart hurt as if he had been pierced by a dagger made of ice. He stared at Dumbledore in disbelief and shook his head slightly.

"He's still-"

Grindelwald tidied Dumbledore's messy beard and said,

"He still wants to see Brian again."

The sadness in Harry's heart was finally somewhat suppressed.

"Let's go--"

Grindelwald did not use magic to move Dumbledore's body, but carried it on his back. Harry wanted to help, but he refused.

"Albus is too tired. Let him rest for a while."

Grindelwald said softly, and then flew out of the cave with Harry.

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All the people in the Hog's Head pub rushed to the village gate of Hogsmeade and waited.

The bright torches drove away the coldness of the night, but they could not drive away the hesitation and anxiety on the faces.

When the three of them landed in front of people, people's reaction was just as Harry expected.

Professor McGonagall let out a loud cry, her thin body shook a few times, and she fell into Professor Sprout's arms.

"Professor Dumbledore is asleep!"

Harry quickly explained so as not to cause greater panic.

The atmosphere relaxed a lot with just this sentence.

Remus sighed in exhaustion, and Tonks stroked his back, gently comforting her husband.

"Find Dumbledore a place to sleep!"

Sirius also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If, if.

Even Dumbledore is gone at this time, who can guide them forward.

Aberforth stepped out of the crowd.

"Come to my place—"

Aberforth glanced at Grindelwald coldly, but did not drive him away. Instead, he helped Dumbledore instead of Harry.

Under people's gaze, he and Grindelwald walked to the Pig's Head Bar, carrying Dumbledore, who was hard to tell whether he was unconscious or asleep, on his left and right.

This seemed to be a scene worth remembering, and the camera's exposure flashed by.

"Albus has been waiting for this moment almost his whole life!"

Effias Dorje of the Order of the Phoenix wiped his wet eyes with a handkerchief and watched them go away.

"It would be great if Ariana could see."

People who knew some of the inside story were sadly silent.

"Let's go--"

Sirius glanced at the lost Harry and didn't ask any more questions.

"Everyone should go and rest. I don't believe that Voldemort will attack tonight. Let's go. There is still a lot of mess to deal with!"

yes.

Hogwarts is gone, and the little wizards need to be sent home. There are also some little wizards who lost their lives in the war.

Most of the Ministry of Magic's armed forces and the wizards of the Combined Forces are stationed in Hogsmeade, and they have set up many tents along the wide central avenue.

The bustling crowd flocked to the tents, exhausted and in desperate need of rest.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville. They didn't move. They were all looking at Harry who was standing there.

Do what you have to do.

Harry took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked calmly at the bright Milky Way.