Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

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

There is no need to build a tomb for him, the ashes can be sprinkled on the Black Lake.

This is Dumbledore's will, but when McGonagall was making his will, he would never have imagined that his bones would not survive after his death.

Fox stood in front of the coffin and began to sing, and Phoenix was singing a touching and mournful dirge in a way that no one had ever heard before, as if the sadness in everyone's mind had materialized and reverberated in the campus and the windows of the castle. .

Then it suddenly stopped its singing temporarily, spread its wings, and began to circle around the coffin. The golden-red tail feathers left dazzling trails in the air. The faint red sparks touched the white coffin, and then It was ignited, bit by bit, bit by bit, nibbling away the delicate fragrance of the wood, and finally the spark ignited a prairie fire, and the entire coffin ignited a huge flame, swaying in the wind.

In the light of the fire, whether it was an illusion or not, everyone could vaguely see the old man's kindly smiling face and hear his earnest teachings.

"Idiot, crying, scum, screwing!"

In Harry's emerald green eyes, the wonderful firelight was reflected, but he couldn't help but think of the way he saw Dumbledore at the first-year entrance banquet. He was very kind, and he said something stupid at the end. Brainless words.

At that time, he somehow felt that the old man whose nose was broken twice was trustworthy.

But he could not help him escape death.

Feelings of remorse came out of his heart again.

The burning material was used up, and the thick flames gradually extinguished, and as the last scorching flames subsided, a gust of fresh wind blew through. The wisps of pale golden smoke gleamed in the sunlight.

And Fox, I don't know when, in this group of golden fog, hidden his figure.

After the phoenix lost its owner, I do not know when, left.

But the singing seems to be enchanted,

Still surrounded by the surrounding, the reverberation around the beam, endlessly.

For some unknown reason, the murloc and centaur tribes that Dumbledore made friends with did not attend the funeral from beginning to end, nor did they even send representatives.

The funeral was over, and it just so happened that the light rain began to fall, and the fog and rain were misty, which added a sad atmosphere to the entire campus.

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

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

At this time, Professor McGonagall stopped them and left the three of them behind, holding a black umbrella, and said with a serious expression:

"According to Professor Dumbledore's will, you will inherit a part of his inheritance." Professor McGonagall nodded, and the high black pointed hat on his head shook accordingly.

"Will? Professor, he already knew he would?..." Ron widened his eyes in inexplicable surprise.

"Even if there is no mysterious person, just the battle with Grindelwald, it is entirely possible that an accident will happen, leaving a will, which is normal, but it's a pity..."

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

"Just the three of us?" Hermione asked.

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

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

The office of the new principal, Sinkenis, was newly opened on the seventh floor. Dumbledore's office was still the one he had in office.

No one ever went in.

The three of them parted with Professor McGonagall, and the group walked quickly to Dumbledore's office in the castle, walking on the soft and 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 making a creaking sound in the corridor on the second floor, as if dragging on the ground.

Myrtle, who was trapped in the steel armor, shouted, but the steel throat was stuck, but it only made a ping ping pong sound.

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

But she still forced herself to come back to her senses, accept this reality, and try her best to return to her normal state.

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

Will there be a strategy against Voldemort?

She was thinking very intently, and walked towards Dumbledore's office completely subconsciously, without paying too much attention to the two people behind her.

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

Just as Ron and Harry were about to pick up the pace to keep up.

The former paused in his footsteps.

"Harry, did you hear anything?" Ron shook his head quickly, his eyes looked around a few times, and his short fiery red hair fluttered.

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

"The sound seems to be coming from behind," he judged.

"Where's 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, leaving them behind.

SOS message did not reach

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

It's just that she didn't hear it, which didn't mean it didn't have any effect. The armor was moving faster and faster, the helmet rattled, and a huge black shadow appeared at the end of the aisle, stumbling towards the two of them.

"Harry? Look, what is that? Ron turned his head to look over and pointed to the armor that was moving at a high speed. It staggered and rammed, knocking over a lot of other sculptures around.

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

"My God! He's still rushing towards us!" Ron was startled to realize that the armor was not far from them.

"There are many obstacles!"

"There are many obstacles!"

The two took out their wands one after another and cast a spell on the dark, metallic armor.

But the force of inertia is too strong, not to mention that Myrtle is now locked in darkness and lost her mind, even if she is obstructed by the two obstacle spells, it has not reduced her strength.

The black armor just slanted and slammed the two of them into a classroom. A burst of trampling and ramming, instantly smashed the rows of desks that had been placed.

At this time, Hermione had already reached a higher floor, unaware that the two partners had fallen behind.