Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Umbridge was wearing a pink cardigan, not his uniform at work. It looked very fancy, with a few cat-like creatures embroidered with white silk thread.

With several Aurors by her side, stars surrounded her like a moon, and walked in quickly from behind the stone door.

"Is the duel over? Where is Dumbledore?"

Then she saw the mess in front of her eyes, screamed, took a few breaths, and asked in some panic.

"Dumbledore died and died in a mysterious man's sneak attack. He fell into the curtain of impossible escape." Professor McGonagall said heavily.

"What? It's impossible!" She opened her pair of loose bubble eyes in horror, and said grossly.

Then he glanced at Professor McGonagall.

"They are all witnesses" Professor McGonagall pointed behind him.

Umbridge was stunned, and after a while, he eased over, accepting the message, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"This news must be kept secret for the time being! Otherwise, the wizarding world will make a big mess!" As soon as she recovered, she emphasized quickly.

"I refuse to cooperate with your ideas." Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

She guessed something Umbridge thought.

Disgusted with the ugliness of this woman.

Until now, she still cared about her official position.

"Death is not a shameful thing, and it is not worth concealing, especially since he sacrificed for the stability of the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Meg! I am the Minister. I must think about the overall situation. I will order you as the Minister of Magic. This information must be kept secret."

"I am the vice-principal of Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall stared at Umbridge with her eagle-eyed eyes.

"Your overall situation? You just want to keep your current position."

Umbridge was frightened by the look in her eyes and took a few steps back. It was the Auror behind her who held him back, and another tall man walked up to Umbridge.

The man has a strong appearance, his stiff hair is short and unsmiling, and his hair is pale gray.

"Dawlish, help me stop them." Umbridge was peddled by the two Aurors, arrogantly giving orders.

The man stretched out his wand and stared fiercely at Hogwarts students and teachers, as if they couldn't leave without guaranteeing.

At this moment, Flitwick who was next to Professor McGonagall chanted a spell quietly. Because of his short stature, no one noticed him.

With a clang, the already unstable ceiling above everyone's head made a few noises. It seemed that something had fallen off. It looked like a pure black iron lamp tube, hitting Delish's head fiercely.

There was a muffled noise from the huge impact, and the strong man wobbled a few times before fainting.

"You dare to attack the Auror? I want to arrest you!" Umbridge said in disbelief, and then screamed, no longer pretending to be that sweet voice, looking very irritable and rude.

"No, it's just that the decorations hanging on the ceiling suddenly fell off because of the disrepair here." Professor McGonagall responded politely and restrained, just how to listen.All a little angry.

"Let's go, colleagues and children, I think we have to think about it now, how we should go in the future."

McGonagall said to the group, ignoring Umbridge.

The group hurried away from this place, and the remaining two Aurors did not dare to stop.

Maybe there will be other "accidents" like disrepair.

Hermione's footsteps were a little vain and stiff.

The same is true for other people, most of the body keeps an inexplicable and unconscious tremor.

It was because of grief.

Only Snape remained cold, and it seemed that Dumbledore's death had no effect on him.

After that one night.

He shouldn't feel any deeper sorrow for anyone's passing.

When everyone was about to leave the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic and re-enter the elevator to leave, Luna looked back at the arch that was not far away without any wall support, as well as the broken and floating ones hanging on it. Black drapery.

Even if there is no wind around, this scene is so weird,

The girl murmured insignificantly: "Maybe Mr. Headmaster is still in this world."

And not long ago, thousands of miles away from the Ministry of Magic, there was also a battle in full swing, but it was slightly different from the battle in the Ministry of Magic.

This is a battle between the living and the dead.

More precisely, it was the battle between the long-lost Draco Malfoy and countless corpses.

It is said that this is also a place where Salazar once set foot.

In a cave where the entrance has been sealed for hundreds of years, today there is a new face.

With a light wave of his wand, the stone gate in front of him instantly collapsed, opening a passage.

There was a sharp contrast with the narrow entrance of the cave. After walking a few steps in the gloomy cave, raising the magic wand to illuminate it, it suddenly became clear.

The cave was hollowed out, and a huge platform was opened under the knife and axe, on which a broad stone step from bottom to top was built.

There are a few gray-black stone pillars on which are engraved with stone snakes.

According to information given by Salazar.

This is the altar of a wild wizard who is crazy.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, with the exception of Voldemort's congenital defect, which was unavoidable due to the previous generation, going astray, there are always various incentives for normal people to fall.

This wizard is no exception.

A wild wizard without normal education hopes to try to use the power of magic to resurrect his lover.

However, even the resurrection stone, one of the three holy artifacts, cannot be resurrected. How can a wild wizard do it easily?

The resurrection was supposed to be unsuccessful, but instead created a monster.

My spirit couldn't bear the blow, and I fell into endless madness.

When Salazar traveled here, almost ten nearby villages fell into the paradise of corpses.

Resentment and unwillingness are everywhere.

He lightly subdued this wizard who was walking towards the "necromancer".

But in the face of countless unwilling grievances, he was helpless, and even Salazar himself could not be completely purified.

Only some magic circles can be set up, hoping to be smoothed over time.

According to his estimation, the grievances should have almost disappeared by now.

In fact, on the contrary, the magic circle used to suppress evil thoughts has lost its effectiveness and may be infected.

The corpses seemed to be spreading out of it endlessly.