The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 625: There is no more White Devil in the world

The fight between the two was difficult to determine who was better, and the Death Eaters took advantage of this opportunity to safely evacuate the school. Once they were out of the range of the Anti-Apparition Spell, the Death Eaters disappeared one after another.

The sounds of Apparitions were heard one after another, and soon the front door of Hogwarts was empty. Although their evacuation looked a little embarrassing, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were the winners tonight.

They fought all the way from the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts, and although the bodies of their companions piled up like a mountain, the results alone showed that all the losses were worth it.

When most of the Death Eaters had left, Voldemort no longer planned to tangle with Ada.

Ada couldn't do anything to him, but if those Aurors also rushed up together, no matter how powerful Voldemort's magic was, he would die on the spot.

Seeing the right opportunity, Voldemort cast a powerful black magic at Ada, causing an explosion instantly, with dirt and rocks flying and smoke and dust rolling. Faced with the dust and rocks covering the sky, Ada had to stop and no longer attack.

By the time the smoke and dust had cleared and settled, Voldemort had already retreated a long way away, and Ada and the others had no way of keeping him back.

The night wind blew Voldemort's sleeves. The Dark Lord, whose face was as pale as an Inferi, said, "Dumbledore is just the beginning. Now it's your turn, Esmeralda Drizzt."

The black flame has been extinguished. The Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix have heard Voldemort's harsh words, and their reactions vary.

When Hogwarts was in danger, Dumbledore never showed up, and many people had already guessed. But this guess made them feel absurd. Dumbledore was dead, or was he killed by someone? How could it be possible!

Of all the people present, only Harry saw Dumbledore being killed.

Hearing Dumbledore's name again, Harry in the crowd felt his stomach churning, his limbs were shaking, his whole body was in pain, and every breath he took was a stinging pain.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Hagrid's voice was like thunder.

The half-giant was once so afraid of Voldemort, but now he bravely refuted him because he didn't believe that Dumbledore was dead.

Hagrid's big furry head kept shaking, and he looked at everyone around him, hoping that someone could tell him: Albus Dumbledore was not dead.

But the reality is always cruel, and no one can stand up and say that Dumbledore is not dead.

Harry, trembling all over, clenched his fists and stared at Voldemort across the crowd, filled with rage!

"Albus Dumbledore is dead, but it doesn't matter." Ada said, which sounded a little cold-blooded and even inhumane.

Everything that happened tonight proved that what Voldemort said was true, Dumbledore really left this world. Everyone was sad and upset because of this unfortunate news, and some even felt like the sky had fallen.

"The world will go on as usual without anyone, and the resistance against you will not stop because of his death." Ida continued, "One Dumbledore falls, and there will be more Dumbledore standing up. You never understand this, Mr. Riddle."

Ada's voice was not loud, but the evening breeze carried her words to everyone's ears, giving everyone the strength and courage to continue resisting.

Voldemort first looked at Harry in the crowd with disdain, then looked at Ada, and said mockingly: "Who is the next Dumbledore? The vulnerable Harry Potter, or you who took his wand?"

Ada was not sure whether King Arthur understood human nature, but Voldemort definitely did not understand human nature.

He thought that by severely damaging the Ministry of Magic, people would no longer resist the Dark Lord's rule; he thought that Dumbledore's death would make people completely lose the courage to resist; he thought that death was the point of life.

However, some people are dead and nothing more than a handful of earth and a few bones; some people are dead but still alive, their names will be immortal.

"There is no shortage of heroes in this world. Everyone can be Albus Dumbledore." Ida replied, "This is why you are doomed to fail, Mr. Riddle."

Voldemort laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. In Voldemort's view, Ada was just so arrogant because she was as strong as him. In Voldemort's eyes, only strength and immortality were the most important.

"I hope you can be as sharp-tongued as you are today when you beg for mercy from me, Drizzt," Voldemort said coldly.

Perhaps it was due to the love potion, or perhaps it was due to his childhood experiences, Voldemort lacked the complex thing called "emotion". In his world, there would never be "immortality of spirit and surviving role models".

"That day will never come, Mr. Riddle." Ida said contemptuously, "Even if the night swallows everything, the sun will still rise as usual."

A gust of wind blew up and took away Voldemort's figure. He didn't want to waste any more words with Ada.

Everyone has a different understanding of the world. No one can convince anyone else, nor does anyone need to convince anyone else.

Silently, everyone walked quietly towards the castle. More and more windows were lit up. The appearance of Voldemort and the Death Eaters disrupted the night at Hogwarts.

The oak door opened before them, lighting the drive and lawn. Slowly, a group of people in pajamas walked down the stairs in confusion, looking around nervously, looking for any signs of the Death Eaters who had escaped in the night.

Many people had gathered at the Astronomy Tower, and they found Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, lying on the grass. His eyes were closed, and from the angle of his limbs, he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

The crowd was whispering, and some were crying quietly. Even if they had seen it with their own eyes, it was difficult for people to accept the death of Albus Dumbledore.

Harry walked through the crowd and knelt beside Dumbledore's body. He reached out to adjust the half-moon glasses on his hooked nose and wiped the blood from the corner of Dumbledore's mouth with his sleeve.

Ada stood aside, staring at the wise old face. She had known that Dumbledore would die, and although she felt sad, she felt that she could accept it.

After all, Dumbledore was over a hundred years old, and death might be a relief for him.

However, when Ada saw Dumbledore's body with her own eyes, she found it difficult to accept this cruel fact, but she had to accept it. She couldn't even shed tears like others, let alone cry out loud, because she was Esmeralda Drizzt.

Ginny walked out of the crowd, pulled Harry up with her warm hands, and left with the confused and painful Harry. As Harry left, more and more people gathered around him, and everyone knew about Dumbledore's departure. Sobs, shouts and wails broke through the night sky.

Ada was still standing there alone. She reached out and took off her robe, gently covering Dumbledore's cold body.

He is so naughty. White Beard is already old, but he doesn't know how to take good care of himself. It's a cold and windy night, but he still wants to lie on the ground to cool off.

From now on, no one would ask Ada for wool socks anymore; from now on, no one would argue with Ada about whether fudge or fizzy bees were sweeter; from now on, no one would give Ada instructions with a magic wand anymore.

Not anymore, Albus Dumbledore.

A crescent moon emerged from the clouds, but was suddenly covered by dark clouds again, and it was pitch black under the astronomical tower.

I don't know who raised their wand first, but then everyone raised their wands, and the faint light of the fluorescent charm was dispelling the darkness.

Ada also pulled out her wand, the old wand that once belonged to Albus Dumbledore. She pointed her wand to the sky and whispered, "Lumos!"

The dazzling light broke through the layers of dark clouds, the bright moonlight sprinkled down, and a silver glow rose to the ground.

Those who have burned themselves will eventually become stars brighter than the daytime. They will never die and never leave. Ada could only comfort herself in this way.

(End of this chapter)