Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Chapter 574 The tears of Professor McGonagall in the final battle

"Dumbledore!!! Ancient One!!! You should die!!!"

The fire was inexplicably lit, and it was inexplicably extinguished by the huge waves. The wet soil was extremely messy, and the purple shirts burned into charcoal were still emitting green smoke.

This scene has a kind of Zen and beauty of becoming, living, destruction and emptiness. Unfortunately, Voldemort now can't feel anything except being furious!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it,

At the ruins of Gunter's old house, Voldemort, who had just moved from the Phantom of the Wu family orphanage, was like a child in a Muggle world, and was crazy about kicking a tall stone pillar with his feet.

The stone pillar is towering and shiny, and the texture of bluestone is by no means a natural product.

If such an abrupt landform was discovered by Muggles, it would definitely not be easily explained by science in the third and fifth periods.

"Owner!"

"Get out!"

Bellatrix, who came here immediately after Voldemort, covered his bleeding left arm, with a painful expression on his face. Looking at Voldemort who was showing his ugly appearance, it seemed as if something had broken in his heart.

"Owner..."

"I'll let you get out of here...the heart-wrenching wrist bone!"

“Ah~~~”

The manic Voldemort waved his backhand and threw Bellatrix aside, then he hit the spell straight on Bella who was not mentally prepared.

The shrill wailing sounded instantly in the forest. The Muggles who had been brave enough to enter the forest for inquiries because of the previous abnormal movements were instantly scared by the wailing sound, and they rolled and crawled back home, hid in the quilt and shivered, begging for the Lord's protection.

Deep in the purple shirt forest, Voldemort, who knew that no matter how crazy he was, finally calmed down, looked at Bellatrix, who collapsed on the ground indifferently, and kept begging Voldemort for forgiveness, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

The right hand holding the wand slowly raised it, aimed at the eyes full of begging, and pointed it gently...

"Avada chews on big melons..."

The girl who was crazy about Voldemort was finally getting what she wanted in the last period of her life and became the closest person to Voldemort...

Unfortunately, the green light did not mean to show any mercy and simply took away all her vitality.

All she could keep was a new resentful soul, except for a young corpse that died with eyes closed...

Who made... she peeked at Voldemort's most embarrassing ugly face... Just seek kindness and get kindness...

......

"Sorry...I...I'm sorry..."

"I know, it's okay..."

"I... am really sorry... I... miss Arianna so much... I'm really sorry..."

"Okay, okay, I understand, stop crying. A person in his nineties is not a little older..."

Under the night, entering and leaving the Hogwarts corridor, Wang Xuebin half-held and half-held Dumbledore, walking towards the castle step by step.

"...I almost made a huge mistake...If I accidentally made a mistake...I will never forgive myself for my life..."

"Oh... OK, okay, what about Versailles? If I hadn't shown mercy, you would have died eight times long ago.

Killing you is much easier than subduing you. At least you don’t have to try your best to summon so many ghosts to hide your breath. It’s just a pity that Fox has blocked you for a disaster. Now it’s not as good as the Scottish round-faced fat chicken..."

Wang Xuebin sneered disdainfully. A creature like a bald chick came out of Wang Xuebin's arms in dissatisfaction, opened his mouth and sang loudly at him, as if protesting something.

"You go in!"

Unfortunately, the phoenix that has lost its soul is not as good as a chicken. At this time, Fox easily suppressed it with just one finger.

“...sorry...Fox..."

"Okay, will you say something else besides being sorry?"

"...Feel sorry..."

"You're awesome..."

As night fell, it should have been the most lively dinner time in Hogwarts, but this dark auditorium was obviously not in a normal state.

Wang Xuebin supported Dumbledore, frowned, entered the foyer from the back door, crossed the auditorium, walked in the empty Hogwarts, and slowly walked towards the stairwell where the tower was.

Silence, dead silence!

There was no sign of professors and students everywhere, and even the souls who used to join in the fun had gone where they were.

“What the hell happened?”

In the middle hall of the Gryffindor Tower, the magic staircase that sways around on weekdays also lost its vitality. Except for a few unmovable portraits, the rest of the portraits were also empty.

"...This...we are we in the wrong place?"

Wang Xuebin murmured in surprise, and Dumbledore's expression next to him also became serious. Obviously, during the period when they left, Hogwarts... or something extraordinary happened in the wizarding world!

"No, not, this is Hogwarts..."

A clear voice sounded, and Wang Xuebin and Dumbledore all turned their heads and turned their heads to see, but they turned out to be the only portrait that had not left.

"...So what the hell happened? Where are the students? Where are the professors?"

In the portrait, a handsome figure in a wizard's robe, standing on a three-foot platform, holding a textbook in one hand and a magic wand in the other, and writing something on the blackboard, turned his head and said lightly:

“The Ministry of Magic was captured, just after you and Professor Dumbledore left Hogwarts.

The Minister of Magic and the Directors of the Department of the Department of the Department of the Department of the Law Enforcement died. The Director of the Department of the Department of the Mysterious Things was an undercover agent, working inside and outside, and the Ministry of the Department of the Department of the Magic has completely changed its dynasty.

Because of Professor Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, the professors were afraid that the Death Eaters would attack Hogwarts.

In order to ensure the safety of the students, Professor Minerva ordered all teachers and students to evacuate, and Hogwarts has now entered a closed state!”

"What!!!"

With a scream, Dumbledore and Wang Xuebin widened their eyes together.

There is no way, this news is really horrifying.

Within a day, the situation reversed. The two people who were originally planning to go out to steal two towers while the Death Eater was at a disadvantage, never expected that if they accidentally let the house steal.

This is a damn... I don't dare to write novels like this...

"Has the Ministry of Magic fallen into Tom's hands?"

Dumbledore was frightened by this huge bad news, quickly pushed away Wang Xuebin, who was helping him, straightened up and asked nervously:

"How are the Aurors? Where are the Alasto?"

"...The young Aurors are lucky that most of them escaped after being blocked by Urquette and the old Aurors. They are now escorting students to evacuate with other professors. As for Moody's...

Unfortunately, the Demon Eye failed to save his life. He rushed to the front line, but was killed by a sneak attack from behind..."

"...is it...Alasto...is he dead..."

One bad news after another made Dumbledore, who was already in poor condition, fall into a depressed mood. However, Wang Xuebin, who was beside him, still frowned.

"Is the school empty?"

"No..."

"I'm still here!"

“…Professor Minerva is still here”

"Mileva..."

"Professor Minerva!"

A figure wearing a gem-green wizard robe and a pointed wizard hat staggered over from the corridor in the distance.

"Professor Albus...Professor Gu Yi..."

She didn't cry when she heard the news of Urquette's death...

She didn't cry when she heard the Ministry of Magic fell...

She did not cry when she announced that Hogwarts had closed down the school and ordered all teachers and students to evacuate...

When she decided to live and die with Hogwarts alone, she did not cry...