Chapter 567: Pretend to Be Dead? An Old Man's Final Plea (1/2)

Chapter 567: Pretend to be dead? An old man's final plea

"We are Death Eaters, right?" Alecto asked to himself. When did Death Eaters have to be so cautious?

"Yes, you are Death Eaters, but being Death Eaters does not mean you can do whatever you want." The thought body said seriously, "Death Eaters serve the Dark Lord. He does not want you to destroy the school, because in his view, this school will be the cradle of Death Eaters in the future. He also does not want you to kill innocent people in the school, because these students are Death Eaters' reserve." "Tsk!" Bella curled her lips, "You may have a point. We can restrain ourselves a little, but that is the future ruling period. Now, we will not be polite to anyone who dares to resist us, whether they are pure-blood or not." "This... I can't control it." The thought body said embarrassedly, "Hogwarts is still very important to me. If possible, I would like to graduate from this school, which can be regarded as leaving no regrets. I hope you don't make it too difficult for me." "What qualifications do you have to say such things?" Amycus sneered. "Tearing up the contract proactively will do me no good, and it may even be quite dangerous." The thought body spread his hands helplessly, and then changed the subject, "But before I am captured by Voldemort, killing a few people is not a problem. At that time, you'd better pray not to get too close to me."

After the voice fell, Fenrir was unmoved, Bella looked sarcastic, but Amycus and Alecto had a flash of nervousness in their eyes, because if nothing unexpected happened, the brothers and sisters would be the masters of Hogwarts in the future.

"Stop talking nonsense." Bella looked at Draco, "Do it, do it quickly."

"Excuse me, Bellatrix." The thought body said, "You are really forcing others. Your nephew has never killed anyone since he was a child. You should give him some time to prepare for the first time!"

"Shut up." Bella said coldly, "Don't think I don't know what you want to do. Don't be delusional. The guards downstairs are busy with their own affairs. No one will come to save Dumbledore."

"This is your honor, do it quickly.

Hurry up! Draco, now..." Bella's voice rose a few degrees, with a bit of aggression.

Draco's right hand trembled even more, so much so that he couldn't aim at the target.

Harry, who was hiding downstairs, knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Aaron seemed unable to take action. Now only he could save Dumbledore.

He carefully raised his wand and aimed it at Bellatrix through the gap in the stairs.

But at this time Snape came over, made a silent gesture to Harry, and walked up with his wand.

Snape climbed up the tower slowly, and at this moment Draco seemed to feel that he had been redeemed, and almost put down the wand in his hand.

"Okay, the person I'm waiting for is here." The thought body said easily, "The dean of Slytherin, one against four... five may be a bit of a stretch, but it may buy some time for Dumbledore.

If it really doesn't work, then it can only be said that this is fate."

Harry looked up at this scene, his heart was extremely complicated. He really couldn't tell which side Snape was on now, and could only hope that Dumbledore didn't trust the wrong person.

"You may be disappointed." Bella said proudly, and the other three Death Eaters also smiled more.

"What do you mean?" The thought body asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Severus..." Dumbledore looked at him almost pleadingly, "Please..."

Snape pushed Draco away and stared into Dumbledore's eyes. The calmness on his face was replaced by hatred and disgust, and then he pointed his wand at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A faint green light hit Dumbledore's chest, and he flew backwards and fell to the ground from the highest point of the tower.

Bang!

The four Death Eaters ran to the fence and looked down. Seeing Dumbledore lying motionless on the lawn, they all smiled excitedly.

Bella shouted and pointed her wand at the sky. A Dark Mark appeared in the clouds, and a long snake emerged from the mouth of a black skull, exuding a terrifying atmosphere and announcing the victory of the Death Eaters.

"So this is how the prophecy came true." The thought body said in a deep voice, then looked at Snape, "Professor, I don't really understand your approach."

"It's simple. I have never been loyal to Dumbledore.

But my acting skills are so good that he has never doubted me." Snape sneered complacently, "If you want to join the Dark Lord in the future, you can come to me at any time. As a teacher, I don't mind recommending my students."

"This... Let's forget it!" The thought body waved his hand, "I don't think a madman like him will have a good end in the future."

"Arrogant!" Bella was furious, "How dare you disrespect the Dark Lord."

"Disrespect?" The thought body scratched his ears indifferently, "Who are you trying to scare? Although I can't beat him, I have beaten him after all."

"You..."

"Abe!"

Roar!

Abe passed through a white magic circle and turned into a human-sized figure to block the thought body.

"Remind me, I have the right to defend myself, but the pet has the right to attack.

If you want to fight, you can try."

"There's no need to be so tense." Snape stood up and said, "Bella, business is important. The Dark Lord will settle accounts with him sooner or later. We have to leave as soon as possible now."

"Let's go." Bella pulled Draco out of the door, followed by Fenrir and Carrow. Snape took a deep look at Harry Potter hiding downstairs and followed.

After they all left, Harry, who was filled with anger, could no longer bear it. He picked up his wand and chased out regardless of everything.

The thought body watched this scene with his eyes wide open, without stopping.

Harry is still safe now. Voldemort attaches too much importance to the prophecy. He will kill Harry Potter himself. Without his order, the Death Eaters will not and dare not kill Harry.

Besides, Professor Snape is still here, and he will definitely not let anything happen to Harry.

The thought body held Abe, who had turned back to the size of a cat, in his arms, and stood on the tower watching the battle on campus.

Professor McGonagall, Lupin, Tonks and others fought with the Death Eaters, and people from the Ministry of Magic also participated in it. Various spells flew everywhere, explosions rang out frequently, and walls and glass were constantly shattered in the fight.

Ginny, Ron and Neville also rushed out at some point. The brother and sister each picked a Death Eater to fight with. Neville was unlucky. After a while, he was hit by a spell and fell to the ground.

At this time, red three-dimensional text appeared on the ground and spread at a very fast speed, forming a defensive barrier to protect the common rooms of the four colleges.

"Claire? It should be Hermione who was also dragged along. It's a good idea." The thought body murmured. There was not much danger in setting up the barrier, but it was of great significance, even more important than the self-defense battle below.

After a moment of silence, the thought body jumped off the tower and flew to Dumbledore's body.

"You died happily, but you made me suffer. I'm afraid my future life will not be easy." The thought body looked at Dumbledore's peaceful remains and was very speechless.

Then he seemed to think of something, gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of emerald green solution from Abe's pocket, "You are really lucky. I only have one of this stuff."

Bang!

The thought body opened the cork, and a strong breath of life spread from the bottle mouth.

But before he could feed Dumbledore, a dry right hand stopped him.

The thought body opened his eyes in surprise, and there were billions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart.

Damn it, this should not be considered a resurrection!

The killing curse is a killing curse, which is written in the book, and most wizards also think so.

But the strength of wizards is essentially determined by magic power. If the magic power gap is too large, the effect of the Killing Curse will be discounted. This is why Barty Crouch Jr. dared to let junior wizards test the Killing Curse on him when he pretended to be Moody and taught at Hogwarts.

But Dumbledore's was too exaggerated. He survived the fatal curse on his right hand, the poison that weakened his magic in the cave, the Avada Kedavra curse released by the junior grand mage, and the free fall without protection. This cannot be explained by a strong life, unless...

"Professor, you really surprised me!" The corners of the thought body's mouth twitched, and he was full of envy and jealousy in his heart, "He was able to break through the threshold of the holy mage before he died."

"I went to find Grindelwald. This is a deal between old friends.

I don't know when I will die. Only his help can let me decide when the god of death will find me." Dumbledore's voice was shaky, but there was a touch of relief on his face, "Aaron, I know you have done a lot to fight Voldemort in secret, and thank you for your contribution to this school."

"Save some energy!" The thought body raised the resurrection potion in his hand, "If you don't want to experience death, Drinking it, you have experienced too many fatal blows that day, and the holy magic instructor can't carry it. "" Don't waste it on me. "Dumbledore laughed," I have reached the time when it ’s time. "No, my combat power has not been much improved, and he is infinitely close to the existence of the Holy Demon instructor. "I asked you to help me do one thing before I left this world." "Protect Harry Potter?" Sneess nosity.

"This is also to help yourself. I didn't expect you to sign such a contract with Voldemort. Now it seems that it is not a good idea."

"The main reason is that I didn't expect you to die so soon." The thought body cursed depressedly, "You have been on guard against Voldemort for decades, but you only lasted a year with me. It's too damn bullying.

If you can hold on for another three to five years, I won't have such a hard time."

"Life is unpredictable, isn't it?" Dumbledore winked teasingly, "After I die, you can only avoid falling into the tiger's mouth by protecting Harry."

"But I have to go through this after all." The thought body shook his head at Dumbledore and sneered meaningfully, "Professor, you have a good eye for choosing people. Professor Snape will definitely follow your orders to the letter.

But unfortunately, today I used emotion and reason to get part of your plan from him, haha Harry, the living Horcrux, must be killed once by Voldemort himself. Do you think I don't know that? "

"Ah this..." Dumbledore's face flashed with embarrassment, "It's better to be late than early, right?"

"Haha! There should be more trust between people.

Don't think I can't see that you just want me to be part of your plan, and I will escort Harry before he is killed by Voldemort. "The thought body watched the vitality on Dumbledore's face fade away bit by bit, and raised his middle finger to him unceremoniously, "I don't want to despise you at this time, but I really can't help it!"

Dumbledore:......

"To be honest, I can choose to believe or not believe in prophecies.

For example, now, I choose not to believe it. "

As he said, the thought body showed its magic power to Dumbledore without reservation.

White light appeared on his body, as if he was wearing a sacred coat. The pale white light was very conspicuous in the night, but it only appeared for a moment and then quickly retreated. Only Dumbledore could clearly perceive it.

"You..." Dumbledore widened his eyes in surprise and muttered to himself: "A seventeen-year-old great wizard, I dare not say that he has become a god, but he has become a saint."

"Almost!" The thought body waved his hand embarrassedly, "This is my confidence. When I was in the Department of Mysteries, I accidentally stimulated the power of the dragon, so I could fight Voldemort on equal terms, but that situation is difficult to replicate.

But now I am a great wizard. Even if I don't rely on that power, I still have the confidence to escape from Voldemort with my own ability and the trump card I have been hiding.

In addition, professor, I think it is necessary to remind you that I have never used my full strength."

Hearing this, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence.

In the past few years, he has been paying attention to Harry's growth, and even his good friends have entered his sight, but Aaron is really unpredictable, and it seems that the hard battle in the Department of Mysteries did not force out all his trump cards.

"I still hope you can do your best to help Harry." Dumbledore said with difficulty.

"Do you have to be so stubborn?" The corner of the thought body's mouth twitched slightly, "Professor, you don't know how troublesome it is, right?"

"I know this is a bit difficult for you, but..." Dumbledore's voice became weak, "But following the prophecy is... the most, the safest.

He is already a top-level great wizard, and any accident may make him go further.

I don't know where your confidence comes from, but what if you don't escape from Voldemort, can you bear the consequences?

So... please, this is also the last plea of ​​an old man."

After the voice fell, Dumbledore closed his eyes forever, leaving the thought body alone in the wind.