HP Approaches the Magical World

There was a sound of footsteps thumping up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, Malfoy was thrown aside, and four men in black robes broke through the door and swarmed against the wall.

Still unable to move, Harry was visibly terrified, for his eyes were fixed on the four strangers without blinking: apparently the Death Eaters had "the upper hand" in the struggle below.

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

Everyone doesn't think there is any problem, it seems that it should be like this.

A stout man with a crooked mouth and a strange grin on his face let out a wheezing and wheezing laugh.

"Dumbledore is cornered!"

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

Well done, Draco, well done! "

"Good evening, Amycus," Dumbledore said calmly, as if welcoming the man to a tea party: "You also brought Alex...so cute..."

The woman smirked angrily.

"You are dying, and you think these little jokes can save your life?"

"Joke? No, no, it's polite."

"Let's do it."

The stranger standing closest to Harry said he was long-limbed, with matted gray hair and whiskers, and the black Death Eater robes clenched uncomfortably around him.

His voice was strange, unlike anything Harry had ever heard: a hissing growl.

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

He had long yellow nails on his dirty fingers.

"Is that you, Fenrir?"

"Yes," said the man in a raspy voice, "pleased to meet me, Dumbledore?"

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

Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing his pointed teeth.

Blood dripped down his chin, and he licked his lips slowly, sickeningly.

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 dispose of him just by seeing it.

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

"May I understand that now you bite even when the moon is not full?

That's weird... have you developed this cannibalism that you can't get enough of once a month? "

"Yes,"

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

Now I'm starting to scare you? "

"Well, frankly, it does make me a little sick, and I'm a little shocked that this Draco has invited you to the school where his friends live..."

"I didn't," Malfoy gasped.

He didn't look at Greyback, didn't seem to want to even glance at him.

"I didn't know he was coming—"

"I don't want to miss out on an errand to Hogwarts, Dumbledore."

Greyback said in a raspy voice, "So many throats to rip open...so good, so good..."

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

"I could treat you as a dessert, Dumbledore..."

"no."

snapped the fourth Death Eater, who had a savage face.

"We have an order. Draco must do it. Now, Draco, act quickly."

Malfoy was even more hopeless.

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

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

"If you want me to say, his days in this world are numbered anyway!"

The man with the crooked mouth said that his sister was helping him with a wheezing smile: "Look at him——what's going on with you, old man Deng?"

"Alas, weak and unresponsive, Amycus."

Dumbledore said: "Anyway, old age is useless... One day, you will fall into this same situation... If you are lucky..."

"What do you mean by that? What do you mean by that?"

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

You're full of empty talk and no real action, I really don't understand why the Dark Lord wants to kill you!

All right, Draco, let's do it! "

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

Harry's heart jumped for joy: So the four didn't completely wipe out their opponents, they just broke out and ran to the top of the tower, and, hearing the voices below, they seemed to have built a barricade behind them—

"Quick, Draco, do it!"

But Malfoy was shaking too much and couldn't take aim.

"Let me do it."

Greyback said viciously and moved towards Dumbledore. He opened his hands and showed his fangs.

"I said no!"

A bright light flashed, and the werewolf was knocked aside, hit the wall, and almost fell, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Harry stood there, bound by Dumbledore's spell, his heart pounding like a drum, but nobody could hear it, it was incredible - if only he could move, he could shoot from under the Invisibility Cloak curse -

"Draco, do it quickly, or get out of the way, let's—"

However, at this moment, the door leading to the wall was knocked open again, Snape stood there holding his wand, his black eyes quickly scanned the scene in front of him, from Dumbledore who collapsed on the wall to that Four Death Eaters - including a menacing werewolf, and Malfoy.

"We've got a problem, Snape," said the stocky Amycus, his eyes and wand fixed on Dumbledore: "The lad doesn't seem to be able to—"

But the other man said Snape's name, very softly.

"Severus..."

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

Snape didn't speak, he stepped forward and roughly pushed Malfoy aside.

The three Death Eaters slipped back without a word, and even the werewolf seemed taken aback.

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

"Severus...please..."

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

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

Harry's horrified scream was choked up, and he couldn't make a sound, couldn't move, and could only watch helplessly as Dumbledore was knocked into the air.

Dumbledore seemed to linger for a second under the shining skeleton, and then, like a big battered doll, slowly fell on his back, fell over the crenel of the fence and disappeared.

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