HP Approaches the Magical World

Under the starry night, Harry dragged Dumbledore to the top of the huge boulder closest to them and helped him to his feet.

Dumbledore was drenched and shivering, his weight still on Harry.

Harry was focused, all his thoughts focused on his destination: Hogsmeade.

He closed his eyes, clutched Dumbledore's arm tightly, and stepped into that horrible squeezing feeling all at once.

Before he opened his eyes, he knew he had succeeded, because the sea breeze and the smell of the sea disappeared.

He and Dumbledore stood on the dark road in Hogsmeade, shaking and dripping from their clothes.

In a daze, Harry seemed to see another Infernal coming out of some shops, approaching him step by step, but he blinked, but found nothing.

There was silence all around, and the night was very dark, only a few street lamps and a few lighted windows upstairs were visible.

"We did it, Professor!"

Harry felt a burning pain in his chest: "We did it! We got the Horcrux!"

Dumbledore staggered into him.

At first Harry thought it was his inexperienced Apparition that knocked Dumbledore off balance, and then he saw Dumbledore's face, illuminated by a street lamp in the distance, more than ever before. All pale and lifeless.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"It's not as good as it used to be," said Dumbledore weakly, his power had been completely consumed, which was specifically reflected in the twitching of the corners of his mouth at this moment: "That potion...isn't a health drink..."

To Harry's horror, Dumbledore collapsed to the ground.

"Sir—it's all right, sir, you'll be fine soon, don't worry—"

He looked around anxiously, trying to find someone to help, but he couldn't see anyone. He only knew that he had to find a way to rush Dumbledore to the school hospital.

"We need to send you to school, sir...I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey..."

"No, what I need...is Professor Snape...but I don't think...I can get very far..."

"Okay—sir, listen to me—I'm going to knock on a door and find a place for you to stay—and then I can run to Pomfrey—"

"Severus," said Dumbledore clearly, "I need Severus..."

However, before Harry could move, he heard running footsteps.

Someone saw them, someone knew they needed help—he turned and saw Mrs. Rosmerta running towards them down the dark street in plush high-heeled slippers and a silk morning dress embroidered with dragons. Clothes.

"I saw you apparating when I drew the bedroom curtains just now!

Thank goodness, I really don't know what to - Hey, what's going on with Albus? "

She stopped, her eyes widened, and she looked down at Dumbledore.

"he got hurt."

Harry said: "Lady Rosmerta,

Can you let him stay in the three broomsticks for a while, and I will go to the school to find someone to help? "

"You can't go back alone! You don't see—don't you see?"

"Please help me to help him,"

Harry didn't listen to her, and said to himself, "I think we can get him in—"

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked weakly, "Rosmerta, what's going on?"

"Black—Dark Mark, Albus."

She raised her finger and pointed to the sky in the direction of Hogwarts.

When Harry heard these words, his heart was filled with fear...

He looked in a blink of an eye, and it was indeed there, hanging above the school—it was a dazzling green skeleton, and under the dark sky, a snake-like tongue stuck out of the skull's mouth.

He was so familiar with this kind of thing, because whenever the Death Eaters broke into a building... wherever they killed someone... they would leave a mark like this...

"When did it appear?"

Dumbledore struggled to his feet, his hands gripping Harry's shoulders painfully.

"Must have been a few minutes ago, the cat wasn't there when I let it out, but when I got upstairs—"

"We need to get back to the castle at once."

Dumbledore steadied himself a bit. Although he was still a little staggering, he seemed to be able to take the initiative to control the situation.

"Romesta, we need transportation - broomsticks -"

"I have two behind the bar." Mrs. Rosmerta looked very frightened: "Shall I run and get them?"

"No, Harry can do it."

Harry understood immediately, and pointed his wand at the bar.

"Rosmerta's broom is coming!"

A second later they heard a loud bang and the front door of the bar was thrown open.

The two brooms whized into the street, chasing each other to Harry's side, and then stopped suddenly at waist height, trembling slightly.

"Rosmerta, please send a message to the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore said as he rode on the broom closest to him: "Maybe people inside Hogwarts don't know that something has happened...Harry, put on your invisibility cloak."

Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak from his pocket, put it on, and mounted his broom.

Lady Rosmerta was already stumbling towards her pub when Harry and Dumbledore kicked off the ground and into the air.

The two broomsticks flew towards the castle quickly. Harry glanced sideways at Dumbledore, wanting to help him in case he fell. Unexpectedly, the appearance of the Dark Mark seemed to give Dumbledore a shot. cardiac:

He leaned over his broom, his eyes fixed on the Dark Mark, his long silver hair and beard floating in the night sky behind him.

Harry also looked at the skeleton. Fear was expanding like a poisonous bubble, squeezing his lungs, and he had no thought of thinking about other discomforts...

How long have they been away?

Have Ron, Hermione and Ginny's luck run out?

Could it be that one of them caused the Dark Mark to appear over the school?

Or Neville, Luna, or some other member of the D.A.?

If so...

He was the one who made them patrol the corridors, he was the one who made them leave the safety of their beds...

Could it be that he was responsible for the death of a friend again?

Beyond the sound of the evening wind whistling in Harry's ears as they flew through the dark, winding alleys they had traveled earlier, he heard Dumbledore whisper again in some strange language. talking about something.

His broom trembled for a moment as they flew over the wall and into the field, and Harry knew why:

Dumbledore was undoing the spells he'd put around the castle so they could make their way to the school quickly.

At this moment, the Dark Mark is shining above the astronomical tower, the commanding height of the castle.

Does this mean that death happened there?

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