Chapter 363 Pushing the Devil Into the Abyss

"I thought everyone would listen to me."

Dumbledore looked at everyone helplessly on the hospital bed. He was panting like an old man in his dying years. Cursing black air had spread from his neck upwards, and a pair of scorched black and purple hands were powerlessly hanging down beside the hospital bed.

Weeping, Hagrid gently took Dumbledore's arms, put him on the bed, and covered him carefully.

Professor McGonagall looked at him sadly, tears welling up in his eyes, "It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of the school."

Professor Snape sighed, "It's my fault. You let me watch the Quidditch match a long time ago, but I still let Harris succeed."

Everyone is sad, and everyone can feel Dumbledore's sense of weakness that the oil lamp has run out.

Dumbledore smiled softly, and the laughter seemed to echo in the broken bellows, with an indescribably empty feeling.

He looked over one by one, finally rolled his eyes at the editor-in-chief Aibo, and sighed, "Forget it, forget it..."

I don't know whether to say to myself or to whom, "It was my fault in the first place, so I will treat it as a debt repayment."

"It's time to explain... I've already told you all." Dumbledore panted hard, as if he was gritting his teeth to prevent himself from closing his eyes. He looked at the wall of the castle with some emotion, "Hurry up When I come back, I just don’t want to die in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, this place has already become my home..."

Just then, a light flashed.

click.

smoky~

Everyone looked in astonishment, only to find that the entrance of the school infirmary was full of people at some point, and it was the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Beside Auror, a photographer-like man was carrying a large magic camera, and in front of him was a figure that everyone hated - reporter Rita.

A piece of parchment floated beside Rita, on which a quill quickly recorded something.

Journalists, whether in the Muggle or wizarding world, have always had extra privileges.

Even so, the professors still glared at him, and Hagrid even stood up and rushed over angrily, "It's you, you are the ones who made random reports, which made Dumbledore..."

"Hagrid..." Old Deng called out weakly, making this stalwart giant stop.

"Dumbledore..." Hagrid's bushy beard was dripping with tears.

"Let them all in."

Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, stepped forward and bowed to Dumbledore to salute, "I have no hostility towards you, you know it, Professor Dumbledore."

Old Deng looked at him with a smile, and nodded vigorously, "They all came to see how this old man died, right?"

Scrimgeour shook his head hastily, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries has the best medical treatment. You shouldn't just come back like this. The wizarding world cannot live without you."

Old Deng smiled lightly, "The world won't stop working just because there is no one."

The Auror team seemed to be mobilizing collectively this time. Unlike last time, all the veteran Aurors came this time, even some retired old Aurors.

'Mad-Eye' Moody was leaning on a huge crutch, and his dripping fake eyes turned quickly, and finally looked suspiciously at Lupine's chest, where there was a magical prop full of extremely evil aura, a pendant.

He looked at the editor-in-chief of Aibo suspiciously again. This person looked very normal, but he always felt that there was something weird about it. He trusts his intuition, and this keen intuition has played a lot in catching criminals countless times in his life.

The other Auror, Kingsley, mixed in with the crowd, and gave McGonagall a slight wink. He has been a colleague of the Order of the Phoenix for many years, and everyone has already tacitly understood it.

How could Dumbledore, who is as smart as Dumbledore, not know why Auror came here.

His eyes were full of sadness, and he looked out of the window faintly.

That child with such a high talent...

I just hope that Lupine can help him arrange the resurrection ceremony as soon as possible, otherwise the child will lose control and it will be a disaster.

Many things in the world are so strange, to reach Dumbledore's level, it is no longer just living for oneself.

There are too many people attached to him in terms of reputation, power, interests, scheming and so on.

Here, the scariest thing is not even profit, but reputation. Those who rely on Dumbledore's reputation to start their careers naturally have the instinct to maintain Dumbledore's reputation.

Now when encountering such a bad thing, the best way is to find a scapegoat and resist all the guilt.

Then everyone can wait for the clean, bright and upright Dumbledore to die, and completely characterize this matter.

Yes, even a little thing can turn into a terrible force, turn a good person into a bad person, and push a child into the abyss with concerted efforts.

But, this kid...

Dumbledore sighed, this child is too fierce, these people probably don't know what it will be like if the demon returns to the abyss to find his own power, and then crawls out.

"Editor-in-Chief Aibo..."

Editor-in-Chief Aibo hurried forward, staring at Dumbledore, "What are your orders?"

Dumbledore stared at him with unceremonious and fierce eyes, "Take care of Anthony, take care of yourself, I told you, do you listen?"

The corner of the editor-in-chief Aibo's mouth hooked slightly, and he bowed and saluted, "Of course."

When the Aurors heard this name, they were a little restless, which made Dumbledore confirm his worries. These people came for Anthony.

As for what kind of purpose he has, hehe, even if Lao Deng is about to swallow his breath, he can still tell dozens of kinds.

I just hope that child is smarter and hides well.

Be patient, when you are resurrected, everything will disappear.

But at this moment, a panicked cry resounded in the corridor. This familiar voice made Dumbledore's eyes widen suddenly.

Anthony Weasley.

The Aurors pulled out their wands one after another, and two even hid behind the door, watching the door cautiously.

"Who dares!"

Professor McGonagall let out a roar, and stood up. The surging magic power from her body blew the ends of her hair, and the wizard's robe rattled.

"This is Hogwarts!"

"Who dares to attack students here!"

Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, was silent for a while, then waved his hand, making all the Aurors retreat.

But even so, everyone held their wands tightly and were on guard.

It is really a lesson of blood and tears, this Anthony...

It is said that an Auror with a family took his wife and children to the amusement park during the holiday, and was so frightened that he passed out when he saw the roller coaster.

If I say too much, I will cry.

Finally, Anton rushed in, his face turned pale as if frightened, and he was trembling with fear.

"It's Voldemort!"

"I finally found out, it was Voldemort, who killed Professor Dumbledore!"

"he……"

Anton's eyes widened suddenly, as if the eyeballs were about to burst. He grabbed his neck forcefully, choking it so hard, as if he was in great pain.

Gray and white feathers are slowly emerging from his face, from his neck, from his arms, and from his clothes.

"Ah~~~~"

Anton let out a scream and fell to the ground, convulsing and shaking on the ground.

"careful……"

"A dreadful curse!"

As if exhausting his last strength, the child roared in a low voice, "Voldemort is back."

Boom~~~

Countless feathers emerged from his body, and it exploded in just an instant.

People didn't have time to react, such a little wizard was born abruptly in front of everyone, and was cursed by the evil to become a divination bird.

Everyone was stunned. The person who didn't even dare to mention his name came back?

The infirmary instantly became silent, as if it was difficult to accept such information.

The corners of Lupine's eyes twitched, his heart moved, and he rushed over anxiously, "Anton, Anton, what's wrong with you!"

But his actions were so panic-stricken that it was too late to stop this from happening.

Lupine looked at the bird that had turned into a human, and screamed, took a step back in a panic, and rushed over to hold Anton in his arms.

Thank you for everyone's feedback yesterday, let me understand a lot. By the way, thank you for your subscriptions, comments, votes and rewards, thank you again. One thing must be solemnly stated. The overall main line of the novel is based on the seventh grade. Even if the protagonist wanders around in this volume, he will still come back and continue to study in the third grade. I referred to everyone's opinions, and reworked the outlines on hand, and the thinking became clearer. I will refer to everyone's opinions. It doesn't mean that I don't have an outline, but I am confident that no matter how crazy the plot is, there is a way to get back to the main line of the novel as a whole, and to the point of the original plot. The volume of this volume is called "Crack Creak", Grindelwald's conspiracy is just a little adjustment, and the spell is still the most important thread that runs through everything.