Almost all professors saw the process of him killing Dumbledore. The only reason Professor McGonagall didn't kill him on the spot was because of her sense of responsibility over her decades of teaching career.

Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked around.

He knew that the real Dumbledore was nearby at this time, but no one knew where he was.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward.

Her face was pale, and she stared blankly at the open window, recalling the scene she had just seen. After a moment, she seemed to have suddenly had all her strength taken away, and she staggered and swayed.

Kyle was quick to produce a chair behind Professor McGonagall, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"What on earth is happening here..." Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Why... Dumbledore..."

"It's a conspiracy by the You-Know-Who." Kyle tried not to look at Professor McGonagall, "He cast a special killing curse on Malfoy's wand. If Malfoy fails to kill Dumbledore, the killing curse will rebound on him.

"When I arrived, Professor Dumbledore had already made his choice."

"He chose... Malfoy..." Professor McGonagall murmured, wiping her tears with a plaid handkerchief, "Yes, he will definitely do it... even if Malfoy wants to kill him."

"Oh..." Professor Flitwick let out a gut-wrenching sob.

Professor Sprout clutched her apron tightly.

No one spoke anymore, as if everyone was lost in fear and shock.

"Tell me what happened!"

At this time, Snape, who had taken Malfoy away, rushed back and rushed in angrily.

"Tell me, Draco...how could he have killed Dumbledore!"

Snape stared at Kyle, on the verge of exploding.

Of all the people present, he was probably the one who could least accept all of this.

It was not because of how deep his relationship with Dumbledore was, but because Snape could not believe that Draco Malfoy had completed the task assigned to him by the Dark Lord.

And before that, he didn't even know anything... on both sides.

I came here because I heard the call of the phoenix and wanted to see what was going on.

As a result, Dumbledore was killed right in front of him.

It’s really nice to meet Merlin!

"I don't know any more than you do, Professor Snape." Kyle said sadly, "After I got here, I only had time to take Malfoy's wand."

"Lie!" Snape obviously didn't believe Kyle's words.

"In that case, how do you know that the Killing Curse will rebound? Draco probably doesn't have time to tell you this!"

"I can see that." Kyle said calmly: "If you were here at the time, you would also see that it was a very recognizable black magic. Perhaps this was the purpose of the mysterious man. He never thought of hiding it..."

"Yes..." Professor McGonagall looked a little absent-minded, "Let Dumbledore choose between his students and himself. He will definitely protect his students."

Snape still didn't believe it.

Although Kyle's reasons were sound, Snape's intuition told him that it was a complete lie.

Kyle must know more than anyone else.

What they saw could never be the truth.

Snape ignored Kyle and jumped out of the window.

This action scared everyone for the whole day. They even thought that Snape was too upset and couldn't get over it.

However, the scene they imagined did not appear. Snape, who jumped out of the window, turned into a ball of black mist and soon found Dumbledore who had fallen into the bushes.

"Let me see what you are doing!" Snape took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and sprinkled it on Dumbledore.

The recovery potion can dispel the effects of the polyjuice decoction. He has been carrying this thing with him during this period.

But what he didn't expect was that Dumbledore's body didn't change at all.

Then he took out his wand.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

"Transform and dispel!"

"Restore your original form!"

…

Snape cast several spells in succession, but none of them worked, and Dumbledore still lay there.

All this indicated that he was really dead... motionless, like an abandoned rag doll.

Snape was a little upset. He didn't believe this was a coincidence. Dumbledore must have been hiding something from him. This feeling of being kept in the dark made him extremely irritated.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Because the tower windows faced the Quidditch pitch, many people saw Dumbledore falling.

The Quidditch match was forced to be suspended because the players on both sides no longer cared about the Quaffle and the Golden Snitch and all flew over here.

Although the professors blocked the area around the tower at the first moment, some players still used their superb flying skills to bypass the professors and get close.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed, swooping down on his broom.

"Go back!" The annoyed Snape finally found an outlet to vent his anger, and shouted mercilessly: "Put away your useless curiosity, Gryffindor will deduct 50 points!"

"You killed him!" Harry glared at Snape and roared, "You must have killed him, you are a Death Eater!"

"Shut up, you cocky, self-righteous idiot."

Snape's face was as gloomy as water. "You accused a professor without any reason, Potter. Your behavior is enough to deduct 100 points from Gryffindor, and you will also be detained until the end of the school year!"

Deduction of points?

Confinement?

Harry didn't care anymore. Looking at the motionless Dumbledore and the hideous Snape, he just felt as if he was hit on the head by a Bludger. He could only hold on to the broom tightly to prevent himself from falling.

He knew Snape was a Death Eater, but he didn't expect him to dare to attack Professor Dumbledore! At this time, a cat also jumped down from the tower.

But the cat's movements were a little stiff, and it even staggered halfway.

After falling to the ground, the tabby cat transformed back into Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry seemed to have seen a savior, "Snape..."

"That's enough, Potter." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly. "What Professor Snape just said is what I wanted to say. Now, go back to where you should be."

"But……"

"Gryffindor has no points left. If you still want to continue the Quidditch game, leave quickly."

“…”

"I see."

After a moment's silence, Harry turned his broom around and walked away.

He found that he seemed to have been really wrong. If it was really Snape who killed Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall would not be indifferent.

But who else could it be except him! Dumbledore is dead, Voldemort no longer has an opponent, and next, will he attack Hogwarts...

Harry was so confused that he didn't notice which direction he was flying until someone stopped him.

"Hey, Harry, even if you are already in seventh grade, you can't just walk into the Forbidden Forest so openly."

Hagrid grabbed the broom and pulled Harry down, "And what were you thinking about? You almost hit a tree just now."

"Hagrid..." Harry glanced at him, wondering unconsciously whether he knew about Dumbledore.

You probably don't know, Hagrid rarely respects Professor Dumbledore...

"Why aren't you talking?" Hagrid asked.

Harry didn't say anything, but changed the subject: "Where are you going?"

"Go find Kyle. He should be in the castle," said Hagrid. "The centaurs are here again. They might cause trouble for him. I have to go and warn him."

In the past, Harry would have been curious about why the centaurs had bothered Kyle, but he was in no mood for that now.

"He may not be able to take care of such things now." Harry said subconsciously.

He remembered that when he flew over the tower just now, he had seen Kyle inside... That's right, he is a professor now, he will definitely not be kicked out.

"It doesn't matter. Kyle didn't care anyway." Hagrid said, "By the way, weren't you playing Quidditch? What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest? Don't tell me that the Golden Snitch ran here."

After saying this, Hagrid himself started laughing.

"The game is over," said Harry.

"Ah? Why?"

"Because, Professor Dumbledore..." Harry suddenly became choked up.

He wanted to find Kyle as soon as possible, tell him about the centaurs, and then go back to accompany the dragon.

"He was... killed."

"Oh." Hagrid didn't seem to hear what he said.

"Hagrid," said Harry again, "Dumbledore has been killed."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly, "What did you say about Dumbledore?"

"He's dead. Someone killed him in the tower."

"Haha." Hagrid couldn't help laughing. "I know, you must have lost the game, which is why you're not so clear-headed. Go relax with Ron and Hermione. Where are they?"

"I see."

"impossible."

"It was in the Astronomy Tower. Professor McGonagall saw it, and Kyle was there too!"

Hagrid still didn't believe it, and when he looked at Harry, there was more sympathy in his eyes.

Poor Harry, he started talking nonsense because he lost the game.

"You must be seeing things." Hagrid strode towards the castle. "That was not a good joke. Luckily it was me. If the other professors had heard it, they would have deducted points from you... Gryffindor doesn't have many points to deduct nowadays.

"Oh, I saw Hermione. She's here to see you."

Hermione ran over from a distance and said breathlessly:

"Harry, I just kept calling you... and you ignored me, so... was the person who fell from the tower really Dumbledore?"

Ha, here we go again. Has even Hermione been led astray now?

Hagrid continued walking along the path along the grounds.

"What are they watching, a celebration for winning the game?" Hagrid looked at the dark crowd as they approached the castle.

It seemed that all the students appeared in front of the oak door. With his height advantage, he could see Professor McGonagall in the crowd, and the one she was holding with her wand...

The expression on Hagrid's face disappeared and he began to quicken his pace, forcing aside all the students in his way with unprecedented rudeness.

It was like a buffalo charging into a herd of rabbits.

The people who were pushed away turned around angrily and wanted to say something, but when they saw the scary expression on Hagrid's face, they shut their mouths at the same time.

As Harry followed, he heard a groan of pain and shock emitting from Hagrid's throat.

Hagrid continued walking forward, but Harry was stopped.

The professors didn't let them get any closer until Professor McGonagall and the others quickly disappeared behind the castle's entrance hall.

After that, a deafening roar of discussion broke out in the crowd, and everyone was only concerned about two things.

"Is that person Dumbledore..."

"Is this true..."

No one wanted to believe that this was true, but they had to admit that the old wizard taken away by Professor McGonagall was really Dumbledore.

An atmosphere of sadness and fear began to spread rapidly, and most people, like Harry, thought of Voldemort lurking outside the castle.

"ha……"

A sudden burst of sneers came from somewhere in the crowd, and it was particularly harsh.

Harry quickly looked in the direction of the sound, and more people did the same.

Soon, everyone's attention was focused on a small group of Slytherins.

They were not sad, but rather somewhat complacent, and when they looked at other people, there was a sense of superiority in their eyes.

It seemed as if they had become the masters of Hogwarts.

In an instant, the other Slytherins around them quickly retreated, putting some distance between themselves and these idiots, while mentally expelling these idiots from Slytherin.

Slytherins generally favor Voldemort because he can bring benefits to wizards from pure-blood families, so they can accept it regardless of whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort in Hogwarts.

Of course, there are some extremists among them.

But the problem is, Voldemort hasn't come in yet, wouldn't it be courting death to jump out now? Why would there be such a stupid person in Slytherin!

As it turned out, their choice was correct.

Because the next second, the small group was overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

Everyone gave up magic at the same time and turned to more primitive methods, venting their fear with their fists and shoes.

At this time, the advantages of the Quidditch players are reflected.

They have brooms, and because of the Bludgers, the brooms are usually very strong and won't crack even if they hit the ground with all their strength.

It will definitely not happen if it hits a person.

As for whether the person being hit would be cracked... no one would consider this issue at this time.

Harry rarely participated in this event. He gave the broom to Hermione, whose eyes were red, and left the crowd, sitting in the open space in a daze.

He still couldn't believe that Dumbledore would be killed.

"Are you okay?"

Harry smelled a faint floral scent and turned around to find Ginny sitting next to him.

"What a pity. I just kicked the professor and he came and took those bastards away." Ginny smiled, her lips were stiff and it was obvious that she was smiling reluctantly.

"Well..." Harry wanted to make a witty remark, but he couldn't say anything.

Moving singing came from the heights of the castle. It was the voice of the Phoenix. As if carrying some kind of magic, it echoed between the windows of the campus and the castle, lingering deep in Harry's heart.

Harry listened intently, and Ginny didn't say anything else until a long time had passed before they returned to the castle together.

In the auditorium, almost half of the students gathered here and refused to leave even after lunch was over.

They knew that Professor McGonagall would definitely talk about this matter. Instead of making wild guesses in the common room, it would be better to wait here and see if they could get any information.

"I know, it's Malfoy!" someone shouted and rushed into the hall.

Hogwarts students always show extraordinary talents in some unexpected places.

For example, this time, someone bypassed the professor's blockades in a short period of time and found out the truth.

But unfortunately, not many people chose to believe him.

Because no one believed that Malfoy could kill Dumbledore, just as no one thought that a caterpillar could kill a dragon.

"This is true." Seeing that he was being treated as a clown, the man said quickly: "Knight Cadogan of the Astronomy Tower saw it. At that time, Professor Snape grabbed Malfoy by the neck and locked him in an empty classroom.

"And Knight Cadogan also said that Professor Dumbledore and Malfoy were the first to go to the tower, followed by the professors."

As he spoke, people gradually turned their eyes to him.

Although they still didn't believe this absurd statement, the other party's confident look did not seem to be lying.

Some of the people ran out of the hall quickly to look for the portrait of Knight Cadogan.

"Ignore him," said Hermione. "There's no way Malfoy could kill Dumbledore. Not even a hundred of them put together could do it."

"Yeah." Harry nodded. No one knew Malfoy's strength better than him. Not to mention Dumbledore, he couldn't even beat himself.

"Right," Ron agreed.

The three of them were surprisingly unanimous in their opinions on this matter. Even when more and more people brought the news they had heard, Harry and the others did not believe it.

"That Knight Cadogan has a problem with his brain."

Hermione said, "He spends more than half his time looking for his pony, and the other half swearing and provoking the other portraits. Anyone who believes him is a fool."

…

They continued to sit in the auditorium and wait.

By the afternoon, Professor McGonagall still hadn't come out to tell everyone the truth, but other people who received the news rushed to the school.

Among them were people who once worked for the Order of the Phoenix, as well as Aurors and directors from the Ministry of Magic, and some white-haired old wizards they had never seen before.

The only thing in common was that everyone looked very panicked.

Mrs. Weasley also came. Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried. When she saw Ginny, she hugged her and wouldn't let go.

When Harry came over, she pulled him into her arms. Ron stood by and watched, hesitating for a moment whether he should move closer.

…

(End of this chapter)