HP Magic Biography

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"Hey, listen, Tonks, it's not the time to say this, Dumbledore is dead..."

"but……"

Before Tonks angrily overturned the desk, the door of the school infirmary was suddenly opened.

Hagrid walked in with heavy footsteps, and it was obvious that this incident had hit Hagrid hard.

Hagrid has been doing things for Dumbledore for a long time. It can be said that a stupid giant is a bit silly and cute. No one will let Hagrid get a decent job, even at Hogwar. I am here to be a professor of magical animal protection in a world-renowned school.

If Dumbledore is willing, he can find a better person to take on this responsibility, rather than a giant's perspective, using a giant's way to teach these minor wizards.

This shows how much encouragement Dumbledore gave Hagrid, acknowledging Hagrid's knowledge, even if it may not be applicable.

But to be sure, Hagrid is definitely Dumbledore's most loyal subordinate, he can die for Dumbledore, and even do some things that Hagrid does not want to do.

Hagrid came in, the very small part of his face that was not covered by hair and beard was moist and swollen. His body was trembling from crying, and he held a huge handkerchief with tears in his hand.

"I...I've done it, Professor," he choked. "Move...remove him. Professor Sputlow has put the children into bed. Moreover, Professor Villifer is lying down. But he said he would be fine soon, and Professor Slughorn said he had notified the Ministry of Magic.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Professor McGonagall stood up and turned to look at the group of people around Bill's bed. She went on to say, "As soon as the Ministry of Magic arrives here, I will meet them immediately. Hagrid, please inform the dean of each house...Professor Slughorn can replace Slytherin...I want them to see me in my office immediately."

Hagrid nodded, turned his mind and body, and walked out of the house.

Professor McGonagall lowered his head to look at Fanlin and Harry.

"I hope you two can also come, of course, before they come, I want to say a few words to you. If you are willing to come with me..."

"Then, see you later..." Fanlin shook his head, and then followed Professor McGonagall out of the ward.

There was no one on the stairs outside. The only voice that can be heard is the elegy sung by a phoenix in the distance.

Harry was a little bit disheartened. This was a big blow to Harry. In fact, they didn't go to Professor McGonagall's office, but went to Dumbledore.

It took a few seconds for Harry to realize that, of course, Professor McGonagall used to be the interim principal... Obviously she is now the principal... so the office of the Gargoyle Queen is now hers...

"Fanlin?" Professor McGonagall stopped.

Fanlin stepped forward and waved his hand, and the door of Dumbledore's office opened.

In fact, after receiving the core that Fox brought him, even Dumbledore could not enter the office without permission. Of course, Dumbledore might have other methods, but in fact, Fanlin Now dominates all of Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Albus told me, but I didn't expect to be where I am today." Then, Professor McGonagall was not talking.

In silence, they walked up the moving spiral staircase and walked into the circular office.

For a moment, Harry was a little apprehensive, he didn't know what he expected he would see: the room might be covered with a black cloth now, maybe even Dumbledore's body was lying in it.

In fact, this room is exactly the same as when Harry and Dumbledore left a few hours ago: the shiny silver instruments were flying swishly on the slender-legged table, whirring, and Gryffindor’s sword was there. The silver moonlight was reflected in the glass box, and the sorting hat was placed on the shelf behind the table.

Nothing seemed to have changed, Harry looked dumbly, and suddenly Harry's eyes shrank.

A new portrait has joined the ranks of the late headmaster of Hogwarts... Dumbledore fell asleep in the golden frame on the table, his half-moon glasses hung on the curved bridge of his nose, looking calm And serene. After staring at the portrait for a while, Professor McGonagall made a strange gesture, as if to wrap herself in a steel jacket, and then she went around the table and looked at Harry, her face stretched very long.

"Harry," she said, "I want to know what you and Professor Dumbledore did after leaving school tonight, and of course, you Fanlin, you and Dumbledore have been carrying us, including the Order of the Phoenix. Inside, everything I do..."

"Sorry, Professor, although I don't think this is important, it is still confidential." Harry shook his head to witness Voldemort's greatness? Witness how powerful Voldemort really is.

Harry didn't want to say such things, it would cast a shadow on everyone.

Even the Ministry of Magic was sealed.

Except for Scrimgeour and a few important officials, only Van Lin and Dumbledore knew about this, and everyone else had their memories erased...

"I think this may be important..."

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall!" Fanlin shook his head and interrupted Professor McGonagall's speech. "Whether it is based on Dumbledore himself or other confidentiality regulations, I think..."

"Be clear, Al! Because of Professor Dumbledore's death, I think you should realize that the situation has changed..."

"I don't think so," Harry said with a shrug. "Dumbledore never said that I could stop following his orders if he died."

"Harry, you should learn to judge..." Professor McGonagall frowned. Rarely, Professor McGonagall's face rose slightly weakly.

"I respect Harry's judgment as much as I respect you." Fanlin said sincerely, "I can only tell you that when the right time is right, everything we do can be made public, but that is not now ,professor."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, and Harry just tried to refute.

"But... there is one thing you must understand before the people from the Ministry of Magic come. Ms. Rosmerta is under control. She is helping Malfoy and the Death Eaters. This is how that necklace and poisoned wine are..."

"Rosmerta?" Professor McGonagall repeated suspiciously, but she was interrupted by a knock on the door when she wanted to continue. Professor Sputlaw, Professor Williver, and Professor Slughorn came in, Hagrid followed them, he was still crying, his huge skeleton trembling with extreme grief.

"Snape!" Slughorn suddenly yelled out, the most shocked, palest, and most excited person going up. "Snape! I taught him! I think I know him!"

But before the others could answer him, a sharp voice came from a high wall: a gray-yellow wizard with a short black beard just walked into his empty canvas. "Minerva, people from the Ministry of Magic may be here at any time. They have already left the Ministry."

"Thank you, Phineas." Professor McGonagall said, and she quickly turned to the professors. "I want to talk to you about what happened at Hogwarts before they come, she said quickly, in my opinion, I am not sure that the school will open next year. The school principal died at the hands of one of our colleagues. A stain on Hogwarts history. This is terrible."

"I'm sure Dumbledore will want the school to remain open," Professor Sputlow said. "I think as long as a student wants to come to school, the school should continue to be open to students."

"But will we still have a student?" Slughorn said as he wiped his sweaty eyebrows with a silk handkerchief. "Parents would rather their children stay at home."

"I can't blame them for this. In my opinion, I don't think Hogwarts is more dangerous than other places, but you can't force other mothers to think the same."

"They want their families to be reunited, which is normal."

"I agree," said Professor McGonagall. "In any case, it is wrong to say that Dumbledore never thought of facing the dissolution of Hogwarts. When the chamber was opened again, he thought of closing the school... ...I must say that the killing of Professor Dumbledore is more difficult than the monsters of Slytherin wandering in the unknown places of the school castle... This is a disaster, which has never happened in the history of Hogwarts. Such a thing, even in the darkest age."

"However, we have to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic," Professor Villifer said in his short, sharp voice; he had a big bruise on his forehead, but it seemed that he fell and fell in Snape's office. Nothing serious. "We must follow the procedures, and we cannot make rash decisions."

"Hagrid, you haven't said anything yet," Professor McGonagall said. "What is your opinion? Should Hogwarts remain open?"

During their conversation, Hagrid kept wiping his silent eyes with his tear-stained handkerchief.

Now Hagrid raised his swollen eyes and said hoarsely, "I don't know, professor...this matter should be decided by the dean and principal..."

"Professor Dumbledore has always valued your opinion," Professor McGonagall said gently. "Me too."

"Well, I want to stay," Hagrid said, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes and dripping into his tangled beard. "This is my home, and it has been my home since I was 13 years old. If there are children who want me to teach them, I will do it."

Hagrid resisted the grief, but in fact, it was too difficult for Hagrid.

"But... I don't know... Hogwarts without Dumbledore..." He tried to sob, wiped his eyes with his handkerchief, and fell silent. I want to see if the people from the Ministry have arrived.

"Then I agree with Professor Villifer's view that the correct approach is to consult with the government and give them the right to decide. Now, as for sending the students home... Some people argue that they should be sent away as soon as possible. If necessary, we can Arrange for the Hogwarts to come tomorrow...

"What about Dumbledore's funeral?" Finally, Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm..." Professor McGonagall's voice trembled, and she seemed to have lost her strength.

"I...I think Dumbledore's last wish is buried here, in Hogwarts..."

"Then we will do this, right?" Harry asked hastily.

"If the Ministry of Magic considers this to be an act of private privilege," said Professor McGonagall, there has never been a principal before..."

"There has never been a principal who has contributed more to the school before," Hagrid growled.

"Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's eternal resting place." Professor Williver said.

"Absolutely," Professor Sputlaw said.

"In that case," Fanlin said hesitantly, "the students should be allowed to go home after Dumbledore's funeral."

"Yes, that's right!" Harry agreed. "They all want to tell him..."

The last word choked in his throat, but Professor Sputlaw helped him finish the sentence.

"Goodbye."

"Good point," Professor Villifer said sharply. "Good point! Our students should pay tribute to Dumbledore, it is appropriate. We can arrange for them to go home after that."

"Yes."

"I think... OK..." Slughorn said in an excited voice. And Hagrid let out a muffled sob in agreement.

"They are coming soon. Professor McGonagall stared at the square and suddenly said, the Minister of Magic...it seems that he has brought a delegation..."

"Then... can we leave, Professor?" Harry asked immediately. He didn't want to see Scrimgeour tonight, or he didn't want to be interrogated by him what had happened.

"You two can go," Professor McGonagall said, "Hurry up."

She strode to the door and opened it for Harry and the two of them.

"Please wait a moment, Professor..." Fanlin said, stretching out his hand, and a flame-like rune appeared in the palm of Fanlin's palm, but the light of the flame was now negligible.

"this is……"

"Core control..." Fanlin shook his head. "Dumbledore handed Fox to me. Then, I found this. I think you need these even more. Although... even though they are no longer useful, The Death Eaters arranged for a long time and they destroyed almost all the nodes~www.wuxiaspot.com~Okay!"

Fanlin nodded and followed Harry quickly down the spiral staircase and walked through the empty corridor.

Harry dropped his invisibility robe on the top of the Astronomy Tower, but it didn't matter; at least, Harry had no such thoughts.

Two people were walking in the corridor. They didn't meet anyone, even Filch and his cat, and even Pepy Ghost.

Before he walked into the passage leading to Gryffindor's common room, they did not meet a person or a ghost.

Everyone hid, and the Death Eaters broke through the castle, at least, so far.

Hasn't Dumbledore also been brutally attacked by the Death Eaters?

"Is this true?" The fat lady whispered when they saw the two approaching. "Is this true? Dumbledore...dead?"

"Yes." Harry said. She wailed. Without waiting for the two of them to say the order, they moved forward and let them pass.

Just as Harry had guessed, the common room was full of people, and the water leaked. When he passed the hole behind the portrait, silence struck the room.

He saw Dean and Seamer sitting together: This meant that his bedroom was now empty, or almost empty, except for Hedwig...

Fox is still mourning in the square.

Without talking to anyone or making eye contact with anyone, Harry and Fanlin went straight through the room into the boys' bedroom.

Ron was waiting for the two of them. He was sitting on his own bed and had not changed his pajamas.

For a while, no one spoke, Fanlin just walked over to collect Fox's residence, and soon he would leave here with all his belongings. Fortunately, nothing was left.

"They are talking about closing this school." Harry said.

"Lupin said they would do it..."

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