HP Approaches the Magic World

There was a sound of footsteps going up the stairs. In the blink of an eye, Malfoy was pushed aside, and four men in black robes broke through the door and crowded to the wall.

Harry was still unable to move at this time, and it was obvious that he was in a panic, because his eyes were fixed on the four strangers without blinking: obviously the Death Eaters had the "upper hand" in the fight below.

At least that's what people think, isn't it?

No one thought there was anything wrong with it, it seemed like it should be like this.

A stout man with a crooked mouth and a strange and sinister smile on his face let out a breathy laugh.

"Dumbledore is backed into a corner!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to the sturdy little woman behind him, who looked like his sister, with an impatient smile on her face: "Dumbledore has no wand, Dumbledore is alone!

Well done, Draco, well done!"

"Good evening, Amycus," Dumbledore said in a very calm tone, as if he was welcoming the man to a tea party: "You also brought Alex... so cute..."

The woman gave an annoyed smirk.

"You are on the verge of death, and you still think these little jokes can save your life?"

"A joke? No, no, that's polite."

"Let's do it."

said the stranger standing closest to Harry, a long-limbed man with tangled gray hair and beard, and whose black Death Eater robes stretched uncomfortably tight around him.

His voice was strange, something Harry had never heard before: a hissing, harsh growl.

Harry also smelled a strange, pungent smell coming from him, mixed with the smell of earth, sweat, and - no doubt - blood.

He had long yellow nails on his dirty fingers.

"Is that you, Fenrir?"

"Yes," the man said in a harsh voice. "Nice to see me, Dumbledore?"

"No, I can't say I'm happy..."

Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing his pointed teeth.

Blood dripped onto his chin and he licked his lips slowly, disgustingly.

Even Jon, who was watching all this from the roof outside, began to feel sick. He swore that he really hated this kind of dirty thing, so much that he wanted to get rid of it just by seeing it.

"But you know how much I love children, Dumbledore."

"Can I understand it this way: Now you have to bite people even on days when the moon is not full?

This is really strange...you have developed this habit of eating human flesh, and you can't satisfy it even once a month?"

"Yes,"

Greyback said: "I shocked you, didn't I, Dumbledore?

Now am I starting to scare you?"

"Well, to be honest, it does make me feel a little sick, and I'm a little shocked: This Draco actually invited you to the school where his friends live..."

"I didn't," Malfoy gasped.

He did not look at Greyback, and seemed unwilling to even glance at him.

"I didn't know he was coming-"

"I don't want to miss my chance to come to Hogwarts, Dumbledore."

Greyback said in a harsh voice: "There are so many throats to rip open...it tastes so good, it tastes so good..."

As he spoke, he raised a yellow nail and picked at his front teeth, while grinning ferociously at Dumbledore.

"I can have you as a dessert, Dumbledore..."

"no."

The fourth Death Eater said sternly, his face full of flesh and blood, and he looked fierce.

"We have an order. Draco must take action. Okay, Draco, act quickly."

Malfoy was even less motivated to fight.

He looked scared, staring blankly into Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore's face became paler and his stature appeared much shorter than usual, because his body kept sliding down against the wall.

"If you ask me, he doesn't have many days in this world anyway!"

The man with the crooked mouth said that his sister was cheering and smiling at the side to help him: "Look at him - what's going on with you, Old Man Deng?"

"Oh, I'm exhausted and slow to react, Amycus."

Dumbledore said: "In short, you are old and useless... One day, you will also end up in this situation... If you are lucky..."

"What does this mean? What does this mean?"

The Death Eater suddenly became fierce: "You are still the same, Old Man Deng.

You're full of empty words and don't do anything practical. I really don't understand why the Dark Lord wants to kill you!

Okay, Draco, let’s do it!”

At this moment, the sound of many people fighting again came from below, and one of them shouted: "They blocked the stairs - smashed to pieces! smashed to pieces!"

Harry's heart jumped with joy: So, these four people did not completely eliminate their opponents, they just broke out and ran to the top of the tower, and, listening to the voices below, they seemed to have built a roadblock behind them -

"Quick, Draco, do it!"

But Malfoy was shaking so much that he couldn't aim.

"Let me do it."

Greyback said viciously and pushed towards Dumbledore. He opened his hands and exposed the fangs in his mouth.

"I said no!"

There was a flash of bright light, and the werewolf was knocked aside and hit the wall, almost falling, with a look of embarrassment and anger on his face.

Harry stood there, bound by Dumbledore's spell, his heart beating like a drum, but no one could hear it. It was incredible - as long as he could move, he could shoot out from under the invisibility cloak.

Curse——

"Draco, do it quickly or get out of the way and let us-"

However, at this moment, the door leading to the wall was knocked open again. Snape stood there holding his wand, and his black eyes quickly scanned the scene in front of him, from Dumbledore who was collapsed on the wall to where he was.

Four Death Eaters - including the menacing werewolf and Malfoy.

"We have a problem, Snape," said the stocky Amycus, his eyes and wand firmly fixed on Dumbledore: "This young man doesn't seem to be able to-"

But another person read Snape's name in a very soft voice.

"Severus..."

The sound frightened Harry more than anything he had experienced all night, and Dumbledore was pleading, for the first time.

Snape said nothing. He stepped forward and roughly pushed Malfoy aside.

The three Death Eaters ducked behind without saying a word, and even the werewolf seemed frightened.

Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, the rough lines on his face etched with deep disgust and hatred.

"Severus...please..."

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light shot out from the tip of Snape's wand, hitting Dumbledore squarely in the face.

Harry's screams of terror were choked in his throat. He could not make a sound or move. He could only watch as Dumbledore was shot into the air.

Dumbledore seemed to stay under the shining skull for a second, and then slowly fell on his back like a big tattered doll, falling down the crenellation of the wall and disappearing.