A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 690 The Death of Harry

Death is like the wind.

It is always with me.

William had come to deeply understand the meaning of those words.

Is death far away?

Not far away.

At least within Hogwarts, it's not only not far away, but it's also the most basic and routine procedure.

William has been at this school for five years, five years... almost every year someone dies.

The ways they died were all different, but they were all exciting and dramatic enough to fill a book called "The Great Detective at Hogwarts".

It's quite remarkable that these students can grow up successfully in such an environment.

Standing in the principal's office, William, lost in thought, was pondering this matter.

His professional opinion is:

If you should drop out of school, drop out; if you should transfer to another school, transfer. The earlier you leave, the longer you live.

If all else fails, we can change the headmaster or the teachers... William is willing to take over Dumbledore's job and restore a more normal learning environment to Hogwarts.

For a moment, not only him, but the other wizards also fell silent and lost in thought.

Silence...is what Hogwarts is like tonight.

It's not that things have become so tricky and complicated that everyone is at a loss and can only remain silent.

On the contrary... the matter is simple and straightforward, without any beating around the bush.

It was just an accident.

Krum and Ron meet by chance and fight over the trophy... In the end, the two fight fiercely, and Ron is no match for Krum, who accidentally kills him.

It's that simple.

The method of killing, Avada Kedavra, only made the nature of the incident more heinous.

Since it was an accident, and Krum did indeed kill someone, he should bear legal responsibility.

The Ministry of Magic doesn't have a "Juvenile Delinquency Protection Act".

Besides... Krum isn't a minor; he's already seventeen.

Adults should be responsible for their own actions.

Minister Fouché, having grasped this point, began to speak:

"The most urgent tasks are to detain Krum's parents and capture Krum; he's probably still hiding in the maze..."

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the wooden door.

"Come in," Dumbledore said softly.

Professor McGonagall walked in slowly, her face horribly pale, devoid of any color.

Everyone looked at her. Dumbledore, who had been silent all along, raised his head, frowned, and said:

"Minerva, what happened? Didn't I tell you to take the students back to the lounge?"

The subtext... is naturally to keep an eye on Harry, preventing him from running around or being kidnapped.

After all, Voldemort was still thinking about being resurrected, and there was also a young Barty Crouch secretly plotting against him.

Professor McGonagall's lips trembled as she tried to say something, but she was overcome with sobs and could only cover her mouth tightly with her hands.

After a long pause, she managed to choke out:

"Headmaster... Harry... he..."

"What's wrong with him?" Fudge asked anxiously.

Did Barty Jr. or Voldemort take advantage of the chaos to attack Harry and secretly kidnap him?

The thought... instantly popped into William's mind.

If Voldemort has any schemes, tonight is the last chance.

But what Professor McGonagall said next was truly earth-shattering.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was hoarse as she said, "Dead!"

The room erupted in uproar, and everyone stared in astonishment at Professor McGonagall.

"Who died again?" Fudge swallowed hard. "Who!"

"Harry!"

Fudge's cup fell to his feet, splashing hot water all over the floor and scalding his leg.

Dumbledore tried his best to remain calm, but his clenched fists revealed that he was not so calm.

He asked, "How did you die?"

As if to ward off the chill of the night, McGonagall covered her arms with her hands, lowered her head, and whispered:

"I was leading the students back to the common room when Harry suddenly yelled that he... knew where Krum was hiding."

"He took out an invisibility cloak, put it on, and then left the group, disappearing without a trace."

"I panicked and took the prefect to look for it. We searched and searched until we found Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor, where we saw the Invisibility Cloak lying on the door."

Going inside, I saw Harry lying on the ground, already...dead. Krum was next to him...

"Krum, did you catch him?" Fudge shouted.

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"He ran away?"

"He... he's dead too, his body is lying next to Harry."

The entire office was deathly quiet, as if someone had pressed the mute button.

Three students died overnight... This news plunged everyone into a nightmare.

"Harry must have found Krum's hiding place..." Fudge sat down in a chair, looking dejected.

"Oh, if only we could catch Krum," he said in anguish.

"It wasn't us who found Krum, it was Harry. Weasley was supposedly his best friend, and he must be going crazy with grief."

He didn't know how he found Krum's location, so he went after him.

Fudge slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"Krum didn't have a wand, but he was still an adult wizard. Harry was careless; they both perished!"

"Yes, Ron is Harry's best friend." Professor McGonagall wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.

"If we're talking about intelligence, neither of them would ever be ranked first."

I was often harsh with them, and now... I regret it so much... Harry was always so brave.

"That silly child..."

William lowered his head, his brows furrowed slightly, deep in thought.

Based on the results so far, it is indeed as Fudge said:

Krum killed Ron, and Harry was killed in the ensuing chase.

The chain of evidence is complete, and each link can be deduced.

"Look! What's going on at Black Lake?!" Ludo, who had been silent all along, suddenly shouted.

William turned his head and looked over, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Durmstrang's wrecked ship was engulfed in flames, and it seemed to be leaking from the bottom, causing the massive hull to rock violently.

The waters of Black Lake surged violently in an instant, and the black boat sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly submerging half of its hull.

Finally, it transformed into a dazzling splash of water and vanished completely.

Fudge licked his lips and stammered, "Have Durmstrang's students... already returned to the ship?"

"It seems they've already gone back..."

"..."

Fudge slumped into a chair, covered his face, and suddenly broke down in tears.

"It's over... I can't keep my position as minister... so many people have died."

And Durmstrang's students...

Durmstrang's students were all wiped out, dying at Hogwarts... This was undoubtedly a shocking event in the wizarding world.

It could even affect relations between the UK and the Nordic countries.

Minister Fouché absolutely cannot bear this responsibility; he must resign and apologize to everyone.

Therefore, it is understandable that things got out of control.

Everyone rushed to Black Lake to see if they could save a few people, but only Dumbledore and William stayed behind.

Neither of them spoke, still savoring the bizarre night.

Professor Snape pushed open the door and walked in. When he saw William, his pupils visibly contracted.

He hadn't expected William to be here.

"It's alright, William is trustworthy. I trust him as much as I trust you," Dumbledore said.

Snape grunted and said nothing.

Dumbledore glanced at his watch and said softly, "Go, go see him. You should go."

William looked up, pondering who to see.

Snape whispered, "But... are you sure the Dark Lord won't kill me?"

"I'm already late, two hours late..."

"No," Dumbledore said firmly. "I know Tom... he won't kill you, as long as you tell him..."

Professor Dumbledore paused, his blue eyes fixed sharply on Snape, and said:

"You went back on my orders... so he won't kill you."

He will trust you even more!

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