Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 551 Death of Dumbledore
Dumbledore stared into Mike's eyes for an unknown amount of time before he burst into laughter.

Mike bared his teeth in annoyance. Dumbledore's azure blue seemed to have some magical power, making him feel as if his thoughts were seen through.

Very uncomfortable!

Dumbledore was still laughing until he was tired of laughing. Then he gasped and said to Mike:
"I was right about you, Mike. You are a good and kind child."

"fart!"

Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head. He did not mind Mike's dirty words. Instead, he continued with what Mike had said before:

"It is just as you expected. Now, living is a torture for me, so please kill me."

After a pause, Dumbledore continued:
"Besides, you have to kill me. Because the elder wand will only recognize a new owner after the old owner dies. If you want to get it, you have to kill me."

Hearing this, Mike fell silent again.

Because he knew Dumbledore was lying.

The elder wand has no loyalty to its owner at all. Anyone who is a wizard can become its master and unleash its power.

Therefore, the way the elder wand changes its owner is not as cruel as Dumbledore said. Although that is also a way, there is actually a simpler way.

That was to use a Disarming Charm to knock the Elder Wand out of its owner's hands.

But Dumbledore's willingness to lie to persuade Mike to kill him also made Mike understand one thing.

That means Dumbledore really doesn't want to live anymore.

Just as Mike had said before in order to reject Dumbledore, this kind of lingering life now was a torture worse than death for Dumbledore.

So, do we really want to kill Dumbledore?

Mike was in deep hesitation.

Dumbledore on the side also noticed Mike's hesitation. He straightened up with difficulty, stuffed the elder wand on the table into Mike's hand, and then held Mike's hand and placed the tip of the wand against his heart.

"Don't hesitate, Mike." Dumbledore looked at Mike gently and said, "Come on, use the Killing Curse gently here. Don't worry, everything will happen quickly. I won't feel any pain at all."

The anger on Mike's face could no longer be suppressed. He felt his breathing became a little disordered, and the hand holding the wand began to tremble.

"Can't you just... not die? Isn't it good to be alive?"

Listening to Mike's slightly trembling words, the kind smile on Dumbledore's face became even brighter.

He didn't say anything, but just gently touched Mike's face, then held Mike's hand and nodded heavily at Mike.

Seeing this, Mike closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the sadness and hesitation in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by incomparable determination!
"Avada...Keeping the Soul."

Along with Mike's gentle voice, a green light lit up from the tip of the elderberry wand.

However, unlike ordinary killing curses, this green light did not look dazzling, nor did it give off any unsettling aura.

It just shone quietly, and with the tip of the elder wand as the center, it turned into green light bands that slowly wrapped around Dumbledore's body.

As the green bands of light spread, Dumbledore gradually lost his life.

There was no change in his appearance, his smile was still so kind, his eyes were still so gentle, and even his lips were still bloody.

People killed by ordinary killing curses will not die so peacefully. Their skin will turn pale, their faces will become painful and distorted, and their limbs will become as stiff as stone!
In today's world, only Mike, a legendary wizard who has mastered the original power of the curse, can control the Killing Curse to this degree of precision.

This was Mike's last act of tenderness.

Mike lowered his head in disappointment and stared at Dumbledore's face quietly.

It's not clear why. The dead Dumbledore didn't make eye contact. He just stared at Mike, as if he was questioning Mike with his eyes.

Is it ok?

Mike took a deep breath, suppressed his inner sadness and said:
"I promise you that I will treat this world gently."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore's hand that was holding Mike's sleeve suddenly loosened and slowly slid onto the desk.

But those blue eyes were still open.

This made Mike furious. He stared at Dumbledore fiercely, his chest heaving, as if he was going to roar and ask the other party what he wanted to do!
But in the end, Mike's question remained unanswered.

He suddenly fell silent as if he had thought of something, looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes, and said hesitantly:

"I...forgive you."

'Thank you.'

Dumbledore's vague voice suddenly echoed in Mike's ears.

Mike looked around in surprise, trying to find the source of the sound.

But there was nothing around him.

But when he turned around again, he found that Dumbledore had already closed his eyes, only the smile at the corner of his mouth had become brighter, as if he was happy that he could still scare Mike after his death.

Seeing this, Mike finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and tears slowly slid down from his eyes, dripping onto the dark table in front of him.

Mike gasped and rubbed his arms hard on his face, as if trying to stop the tears from falling.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail.

He just sat in front of Dumbledore, crying silently.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in her office, glanced in the direction of the principal's office as if she was sensing something.

Then, she seemed to realize something, and her lips trembled and pursed again.

At the same time, her face began to become distorted and intermittent sobs came out of her throat, but strangely, no tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe, it's too sad.

The people who were sleeping in the auditorium were also awakened, and they looked around in confusion.

Just now, they suddenly felt a palpitation, and it felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on their hearts, heavy and heavy.

It was as if they had lost someone important.

Not only them, there was also a riot in the Forbidden Forest at this moment.

Unicorn, hippogriff, bird snake, fairy, bowtruckle, ball bird, moon idiot...

All magical creatures, whether they are nocturnal or diurnal, and whether they have harmonious relationships with each other.

Now they have all walked out of the Forbidden Forest and gathered in the open space outside the Forbidden Forest, staring at the Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

Suddenly, the unicorns, which were shining with holy light, cried softly, then bent their front hooves, lowered their heads and bowed deeply towards the Hogwarts Castle.

And this is like a signal.

All the creatures around also began to move. Those who could bow bowed, those who couldn't bow touched the ground with their foreheads, and those who really didn't have heads turned over. They all expressed their respect to Dumbledore in their own way.

The same is true for the Black Lake next to Hogwarts Castle.

The giant octopus monster very rarely stuck its head out of the water, looked up and gazed at the Hogwarts Castle with its huge eyes.

On the water surface beside him, bubbles were constantly rising from the water, and as the bubbles burst, the mermaids' beautiful singing came out from underwater.

The mermaids' singing was so penetrating that it slowly floated into the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Everyone who was originally a little confused was stunned.

Although they couldn't understand the mermaid's words, they could still hear them.

Unlike the cheerful songs that mermaids usually sing, this time there was a hint of deep sadness in their singing.

This made the people, who were already feeling heavy in their hearts, feel even more uncomfortable. Some sentimental girls were even infected by the song and began to sob softly.

Sirius, who was beside Harry, had already burst into tears.

This puzzled Harry, for in his mind Sirius was a tough guy.

Confused, Harry could only pat the other person gently to comfort him.

But what he didn't know was that as a member of the Black family, he could actually understand mermaid language.

It was precisely because of this that he understood what had happened.

Dumbledore is dead!
Sirius cried even harder.

The mermaids' singing continued to drift away, as if announcing the sad news to the world - a great hero had died!

"Hero! Death is not the end of everything, but the beginning of a new journey!"

"May you be able to roam freely in the underworld, just as you are free in this world!"

“May you have a love without regrets!”

"May you be free from endless suffering!"

"We will remember your greatness forever!"

"..."

……

In the smoke-filled office, a drunken Mike was slumped at his desk, pouring liquor into his mouth gulps at a time. At his feet, empty bottles and remaining cigar butts had already piled up into a small mountain.

On the desk in front of him was a copy of the Daily Prophet, on which was an obituary.

Obituary:

Our revered headmaster and the greatest wizard in the world, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, died at Hogwarts in the early morning of 1997 June 6 at the age of 1.

Notice is given that the funeral will be held at Hogwarts on 1997 June 6 at 8:1 PM.

The Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China is pleading

1997/6/1

And below the obituary, it was written in bold font:

"…It is reported that Dumbledore did not die of natural causes, but was murdered. The murderer was none other than the Hogwarts student and current S-level wanted criminal of the Ministry of Magic—McTownley!
Chris Flint, the current Minister of Magic, said that he was extremely angry about McTominay's bad behavior and cruel methods. He announced that he would use all the forces he could mobilize to capture this murderer and vowed to avenge Headmaster Dumbledore!

Our station will continue to follow up on this matter, please..."

"Oh!"

Mike's face flushed with anger, and he roared and threw the bottle in his hand away.

The dark green wine bottle hit the wall and broke into pieces.

After doing all this, Mike seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed in the chair again.

It had been three days since he had killed Dumbledore.

After killing Dumbledore, Michael entered a state of confusion. He didn't even know how he left Hogwarts and returned to the Masonic secrets.

Maybe he walked back by himself, or maybe Benjamin and the others brought him back.

In short, when Mike regained consciousness, he was already in the Masonic secret realm.

Then, he locked himself in the office and began to numb his mind with cigarettes and alcohol, even though those ordinary cigarettes and alcohol had little effect on his legendary spirit.

Or maybe he was just avoiding reality.

After all, it's easy to guess that after learning that Dumbledore was killed by him, his friends would definitely hate him.

You know, Dumbledore is also their headmaster!

Now Mike really doesn't know how to face them.

Of course, this is not the main reason why Mike is so decadent. Dumbledore is dead, and Mike's inner sadness is no less than anyone else's.

Mike had a wry smile on his face.

Although killing Dumbledore was part of Michael's plan from the beginning, he did not expect that he would be so sad when the moment really came.

But this is not surprising, after all, that person's name is Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Mike opened another bottle of fire whiskey and drank it down in one gulp.

At the same time, Benjamin and other Masonic members were gathering outside the office.

Their expressions were different. Benjamin, Soraka and others looked at the office door with complicated eyes. They still had feelings for Dumbledore, and Mike had also done them a great favor, which made it difficult for them to describe their feelings at the moment.

Penelope and Franklin's faces were filled with anxiety. Compared to Dumbledore, they were obviously more worried about Mike.

Victor, on the other hand, looked nonchalant. If possible, he would even like to hum a happy tune to express his excitement.

Because Mike gave him the legendary elderberry wand and asked him to study it, and during the research process, he discovered some very interesting things.

Of course, he wouldn't actually hum a line, as that would only invite others to perform.

But this did not stop him from secretly enjoying himself.

As for Dumbledore's life or death, he didn't care at all.

Now he is focused on scientific research. Sending a projector to watch over Mike with everyone is already a huge concession. It is impossible to make him feel sad for Dumbledore or worried about Mike.

(End of this chapter)