Chapter 1386 Bait

Sorrow spread rapidly outward from the Hog's Head.

Whether it was villagers, employees of the Ministry of Magic, strikers of the Allied Forces, faculty or stranded young wizards.

Everyone was swept away by the shocking and sad news and rushed to the Hog's Head in a daze.

The bodies of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were quickly moved out of the bedroom and placed in the lobby of the Hog's Head for people to pay their respects.

Close people, including Aberforth, faculty and staff of Hogwarts, and wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, all stayed in the living room to accompany Albus Dumbledore.

The stone wall in front of the bar was removed, and people formed a team on the central street of Hogsmeade, walked into the alley leading to the Hog's Head, passed by the narrow alley in front of the bar, silently looked at the old man who had fallen into sleep forever, and then left.

Except for Hagrid's wailing, there was no extra noisy sound.

People were silent, expressing their inner confusion and helplessness.

What should they do next?

Amosstar Blaine was gone, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Albus Dumbledore. Even Gellert Grindelwald had left the world. What should they do next?

Who would lead them to resist Voldemort, a dark wizard who could move a large island to the sky and summon a terrifying snake?

Harry was also standing in the crowd, looking at the faces of everyone in the living room who were in silence.

Professor McGonagall, Remus, Sirius, Hagrid.

Including Ron and Hermione.

Everyone's eyes were on Professor Dumbledore, and no one paid attention to him.

Harry opened his mouth, but the thick atmosphere of grief suppressed him and made him unable to make a sound.

Harry knew that if he said that Professor Blaine was still alive and had given instructions, it would definitely save the despair in people's hearts.

But the gray-haired old man lying on the bed

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a relieved smile on his face, and a huge void filled his heart.

This feeling was so suffocating that even the pain of the scar could not compare to it.

Scar!

Harry, who stood silently in the middle of the crowd, suddenly shook his body, and his green eyes flashed with confusion.

The scar hurts, and he saw something again.

This is really an unexpected thing.

After Voldemort invaded his body at the Ministry of Magic the night before, Dumbledore explained something to him.

Dumbledore told him that Voldemort would not do that. He would close his brain to him, neither let himself see him, nor weave illusions to mislead him.

Because Voldemort has realized how dangerous it is for his scarred soul to come into contact with his flawless soul.

But in the end, he saw it again.

Will it be an illusion?

Or has Voldemort lost the ability to control his thoughts?

Looking up, Harry looked at every sad face in the living room again, fell silent, and quietly left.

He left in the crowd mourning Dumbledore. Some people noticed him, but they all remained silent.

Hermione was one of the people who noticed Harry's "escape", and she wanted to follow him.

"Forget it--"

Ron pulled Hermione's sleeve, and he shook his head palely,

"I guess he wants to be alone."

Hermione's eyes became redder, she bit her lip, and finally nodded.

Breathing

The north wind seemed to stop the noise for mourning the old man who passed away.

The air was heavy gray, and even the scattered snowflakes falling from the sky were dyed gray.

On the hillside and the street, people formed a long line to the Hog's Head Inn. Harry pondered for a moment and walked against the crowd to the wilderness at the head of the village.

Many people saw Harry Potter.

People saluted him, but no one disturbed him.

In the absence of Amosta and Dumbledore, perhaps only the "boy who lived" can fight Voldemort.

Harry wrapped himself in a robe to resist the cold temperature, with a wooden face, passing by the tents with open curtains.

Narcissa and Draco still stayed in the tent with Lucius, and they did not join the army mourning Dumbledore.

Draco saw Harry passing by his tent, and Harry also felt the gaze of Draco in the tent.

He paused slightly, his green eyes met with light gray eyes, and then Harry turned his head and continued to walk out of the village.

Draco stood up from his father's bed for some reason.

"Draco?"

Narcissa raised her head and looked at her son.

"I'll go see him, mother--"

Draco said softly.

Narcissa did not ask any more questions. She also saw Harry passing by the door. She just watched Draco walk out of the tent.

Harry noticed Draco when he walked out of the tent, but he didn't stop or turn around to talk to him. He just walked forward with a quiet step until he walked out of the village and stopped in front of the rugged mountain road.

"If you told me that you were going to duel Voldemort alone, I would laugh my teeth off, Potter--"

Draco looked at Harry thirty feet away and said, without much ridicule in his tone.

"In fact--"

Harry laughed,

"That's what I was going to do, Malfoy, you can laugh at me now--"

He noticed that Malfoy dared to call Voldemort's name.

Out of Harry's expectations, Malfoy didn't laugh, and he still looked at himself calmly.

"Your father."

Harry groaned, he didn't know how to evaluate Lucius Malfoy's life.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"If you dare to laugh at him, I swear that I will flatten your nose, Potter."

Draco said.

The fine snowflakes put a layer of white gauze on the wilderness, and the two teenagers looked at them in the snow.

"I didn't want to do that--"

For a while, Harry shook his head.

He stared at Malfoy, and seemed to be aware of the boy who had been doing against him since entering Hogwarts that day, and the breath that made him hate disappeared a lot.

"The fairness is that Voldemort killed your father--"

He pursed his lips, Harry said.

"This doesn't need you to remind--"

Draco's indifferent tone is mixed with a little impatience,

"It seems that you don't plan to go to Voldemort to death, I guess. You just plan to cry with everyone."

Draco turned around, ready to leave,

"I'm a little passionate. Please, Potter, I will not hinder you to express your thoughts about Dumbledore-"

"Wait, Malfoy--"

Harry shouted Malfoy and faced the indifferent gray eyes that turned back, Harry groaned for a few seconds again,

"When the melee yesterday, your trick was handsome."

Harry pointed out that Malfoy summoned the swarm of the blade with a wand, which made many monsters break the trick.

Draco's eyes flashed with a faint mood.

The trick was inspired by Professor Brianne.

In the second grade, he murdered the eight -eyed spider in front of him with that trick.

"You call me for me."

"I might need a helper."

Harry said, interrupted Malfoy's words,

"And if you want to avenge your father in person."

Draco gathered, and he stared at Harry's calm face. For a long time, he nodded slightly.

The dull space floating in the snow suddenly produced ripples.

A rigorous old man wrapped around him appeared from the vortex of the twisted space.

She came out of the narrow and secluded alley. On the streets, she lined up in a row. The silent "marching" wizard team expanded her narrow pupil and shrank her shoulders.

But after confirming that no one paid attention to herself, her lingering aggressiveness was not so strong.

She looked at those wizards with sinking complexion, and her red eyes flickered.

What's wrong?

What happened?

It seems that everyone in the village has gathered outside, and it will attract everyone's attention with one hand.

This made her want to quietly come here to subdue a villager, and the desire to inquire about the news fell.

Hiss

There is a familiar smell in the air, and it is in the direction of the village.

The slender nose has expanded a few times, and the redness in the pupils became even more prosperous.