Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"... Albus Dumbledore's life was a great life." After a somewhat impassioned carol, the little man finished his eulogy and walked off the stage.

At the end of the funeral, the coffin without corpses will be moved to the empty space outside the auditorium.

There is no need to build a tomb for him, just spill the ashes on the Black Lake.

This is Dumbledore's will, but McGonagall was only when he was making the will, and he would have never thought that his bones would remain after his death.

Fox stood in front of the coffin and sang. Phoenix was singing a moving and sad elegy in a way that everyone had never heard before, as if the sadness in everyone's mind became reality, echoing in the campus and the windows of the castle. .

Then it suddenly stopped its singing, spread its wings, and began to turn around the coffin. The golden-red tail feathers left a dazzling trail in mid-air, and the faint red sparks touched the white coffin. I was ignited, bit by bit, bit by bit, nibbled at the delicately fragrant wood. Eventually, the spark ignited, and the whole coffin lit up a huge flame, swaying with the wind.

In the flames, I don't know if it is an illusion, everyone can vaguely see the old man's kind smiling face and hear his indoctrination.

"Idiot, crying nose, residue, twist!"

Harry’s turquoise eyes reflected the wonderful fire, but in his mind he couldn’t help but remember the appearance of Dumbledore he saw at the first-year entrance dinner. He was very kind, and said something headless at the end. Brainless words.

He inexplicably felt that the old man whose nose was interrupted twice was trustworthy.

But he failed to help him escape death.

Self-blame emotions emerged from his heart again.

The burning materials were exhausted, and the thick flames gradually extinguished, and as the last trace of scorching flame died, there was just a breeze. Strands of pale golden smoke gleamed in the sun.

As for Fox, he did not know when, in this group of golden fog, his figure disappeared.

After losing its owner, the Phoenix left at some point.

But the singing seems to be magical,It still surrounds the surroundings, and the reverberation is endless.

For some reason, the murloc and horse tribes that Dumbledore had made friends with did not attend the funeral from beginning to end, and even no representatives were sent.

The funeral was over, and it just so happened that it began to rain lightly, fog and rain, adding a sad atmosphere to the entire campus.

After the funeral, some political figures, such as Umbridge and some people from other schools, left here first, and the students began to disband.

"Potter, Granger, and Weasley, you guys wait, I have something to notify you."

At this time, Professor McGonagall called them, leaving the three of them behind, holding a black umbrella, and said solemnly:

"According to Professor Dumbledore's will, you will inherit part of his inheritance." Professor McGonagall nodded, and the tall black pointed cap shook along with it.

"The will? The professor already knew he would?..." Ron widened his eyes in surprise.

"Even if there is no mysterious person, just a fight with Grindelwald, it is completely possible that an accident will happen, leaving a will, this is normal, but it is a pity..."

As if he knew Ron's doubts, Professor McGonagall explained, then sighed, not finishing the next words.

"Just the three of us?" Hermione asked.

"I'm afraid it is." Professor McGonagall closed his eyelids and nodded heavily.

"The password for the office is Apple Pie. Dumbledore told me that if he has an accident, let you go to his office and you will naturally know what he left for you."

The new principal, Sinknis’ office was newly opened on the seventh floor.Dumbledore's office is still the same as when he was in office.

No one has been in.

The three of them parted from Professor McGonagall, and the group of people walked quickly towards the castle and walked to Dumbledore's office on the soft lawn.

At this time, the number of people in the castle gradually increased.

"Help me! (Woohoo!)" At this time, a strange, dark armor was crunching in the corridor on the second floor, as if dragging on the ground.

The Myrtle trapped in the steel armor shouted, but the steel pipe was stuck, but only made a ping-pong sound.

The three of them walked in the dark corridor, Hermione was at the forefront, but her expression was a little dazed. Her usual flexible mind was like a part lacking lubricating oil. The death of the old man dealt a huge blow to her.

But she still forced herself to recover, accept this reality, and let herself return to the usual state as much as possible.

As she walked, she wondered what relics Dumbledore would leave them.

Will there be a strategy against Voldemort?

She was thinking very attentively, walking towards Dumbledore's office completely subconsciously, not paying too much attention to the two behind her.

The two boys who followed were left behind by a certain distance.

Just when Ron and Harry were about to speed up their pace.

The former stopped his footsteps.

"Harry, did you hear any noise?" Ron's head shook quickly, his eyes gazed around, and his short flaming hair fluttered.

"There seems to be some sound." Harry replied with a nod, and looked around a few times.

"The sound seems to be coming from behind." He judged.

"Where is Hermione?" The two of them looked at each other at this time, only to realize that Hermione seemed to be walking much faster than them, and she left them behind.

The message for help was not delivered to

Myrtle was imprisoned in the armor, and even her voice became reckless, she couldn't tell what she was saying.

It's just that she didn't hear it, and it didn't mean that there was no influence. The armor was moving faster and faster, the helmet creaked, and a huge black shadow appeared at the end of the aisle, stumbled and rushed towards the two of them.

"Harry? Look, what's that? Ron turned his head and pointed at the armor that was advancing at high speed. He walked staggering, ramming and knocking over many other sculptures around him.

By this time his voice was loud enough to cause a warning.

"Oh my God! He is still rushing towards us!" Ron realized that the armor was not far away from them.

"There are so many obstacles!"

"There are so many obstacles!"

The two of them took out their wands and aimed them at the pitch-black, metallic armor, casting a spell.

But the force of inertia was too strong, not to mention that Myrtle was locked in the darkness and lost her reason. Even if she was obstructed by two obstacle curses, it did not reduce her strength.

The black armor just leaned back and slammed the two of them into a classroom. A wave of trampling and impact caused the rows of desks to fall apart.

At this time, Hermione had already gone to a higher floor, and had not noticed that the two partners had fallen behind.