Chapter 551: The Death of Dumbledore

Dumbledore stared into Mike's eyes, and after an unknown amount of time he burst into laughter.

Mike bared his teeth in annoyance. Dumbledore's azure eyes seemed to have some magical power, which made him feel as if his mind was seen through. It

was very uncomfortable!

Dumbledore was still laughing, and only when he was tired of laughing did he gasp and say to Mike:

"I was right about you, Mike. You are a kind and good child."

"Bullshit!"

Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head. He did not mind Mike's dirty words, but followed Mike's previous words and said:

"Things are indeed as you expected. Now, living is a torture for me, so please kill me."

After a pause, Dumbledore said again:

"Besides, you must kill me. Because the elder wand will only recognize the new owner after the old owner dies. If you want to get it, you can only kill me."

Hearing this, Mike was silent again.

Because he knew that Dumbledore was lying.

The elder wand has no loyalty to its owner. Anyone who is a wizard can become its owner and exert its power.

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

That is to use the disarming spell to knock the elder wand out of its owner's hand.

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

That is, Dumbledore really doesn't want to live.

Just like what Mike said before in order to reject Dumbledore, this kind of lingering life is a torture worse than death for Dumbledore.

So, do you really want to kill Dumbledore?

Mike fell into deep hesitation.

Dumbledore on the side also saw Mike's hesitation. He stood up with difficulty, stuffed the elder wand on the table into Mike's hand, and then held Mike's hand and put 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 here gently. Don't worry, it will all happen quickly. I can't feel any pain at all."

Mike's anger could no longer be suppressed. He felt his breathing was a little disordered, and his hand holding the wand was shaking a little.

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

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

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

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

"Avada... killing."

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

Unlike the general killing curse, this green light did not look dazzling, and there was no uneasy atmosphere.

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 light bands spread, Dumbledore gradually lost his life.

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

People killed by ordinary killing curses would not die so peacefully. Their skin would turn pale, their faces would become painful and distorted, and their limbs would become as stiff as stones!

Today, only Mike, a legendary wizard who has mastered the power of the curse, can accurately control the killing curse to this extent.

This is also Mike's last gentleness.

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

It's not just why, the dead Dumbledore didn't close his eyes, he just looked at Mike, as if he was asking Mike with his eyes,

is it okay?

Mike took a deep breath, suppressed his inner sadness and said to him:

"I promise you that I will treat the world gently."

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

But the pair of blue eyes were still open.

This made Mike's heart rise with anger. He stared at Dumbledore fiercely, his chest rising and falling, as if he was going to roar and ask what the other party wanted to do!

But in the end, Mike's questioning was still unspoken.

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and became quiet. He 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.

When he turned around again, he found that Dumbledore had already closed his eyes, and only the corner of his mouth became brighter, as if he was happy that he could still scare Mike after his death.

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

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

But no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

He just stood in front of Dumbledore, crying silently.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in her office, also looked in the direction of the principal's office as if she had sensed 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, there were no tears in the corners of her eyes.

Perhaps, she was too sad.

The people who were sleeping in the hall also woke up, and they looked around in confusion.

Just now, they suddenly felt a palpitation, and that feeling was like a mountain pressing on their hearts, heavy,

as if they had lost someone important.

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

Unicorns, hippogriffs, bird snakes, fairies, bowtruckles, ball-escape birds, moon idiots...

all magical creatures, whether they are nocturnal creatures or diurnal creatures, and whether the relationship between them is harmonious.

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

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

And this was 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 was true for the Black Lake next to the Hogwarts Castle.

The giant octopus monster rarely stretched its head out of the water, raised its head and stared at the Hogwarts Castle with its huge eyes.

On the water surface beside it, waves of bubbles were constantly rising from the water, and as those bubbles broke, the mermaids' beautiful singing came out from underwater.

The mermaids' singing was very penetrating and slowly floated into the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The people who were still a little confused were all stagnant.

Although they didn't understand the mermaids' words, they could hear them.

Unlike the cheerful ballads that mermaids usually sing, this time the mermaids' songs contained a heavy sadness.

This made the people, who were already heavy-hearted, even more uncomfortable. Some emotional girls were even infected by the song and began to sob softly.

Sirius, who was beside Harry, had already cried like a tearful man.

This made Harry feel strange, because Sirius was a tough guy in his mind.

In doubt, Harry could only pat him 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 was going on.

Dumbledore, dead!

Sirius cried even harder.

The mermaids' songs continued to drift away, as if to announce this sad news to the world - a great hero is dead!

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

"May you be able to travel 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 pain!"

"We will remember your greatness and never forget it!"

"..."

...

In the smoky office, Mike, with his eyes half drunk, was slumped in front of his desk, pouring strong liquor into his mouth one mouthful 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, there was a Daily Prophet with an obituary on it.

Obituary:

Our respected headmaster, the greatest wizard in the world, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, died at Hogwarts in the early morning of June 1, 1997, at the age of 115.

The funeral will be held at Hogwarts at 1:00 p.m. on June 8, 1997. This is an obituary.

Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom mourned

on June 1, 1997.

Below the obituary, it was written in large and bold font:

"... It is reported that Dumbledore did not die of natural causes, but was murdered. The murderer was the Hogwarts student, the current S-level wanted criminal of the Ministry of Magic - Mike Townley!

The current Minister of Magic, Chris Flint, said that Mike Townley's bad behavior and cruel methods made him feel extremely angry. He announced that he would use all the forces he could mobilize to capture this murderer and vowed to avenge Principal Dumbledore!

Our station will continue to track and report on this matter, please..."

"Bang!"

Angry Mike's face flushed, and he roared and threw the bottle in his hand fiercely.

The dark green bottle hit the wall and turned into fragments on the ground.

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

Three days have passed since he killed Dumbledore.

After killing Dumbledore, Mike entered a state of trance. 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 took him back.

In short, when Mike woke up again, he was already in the Masonic secrets.

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

Or maybe he was just escaping from reality.

After all, you can guess with your heels that after learning that Dumbledore was killed by yourself, your friends will definitely hate you.

You know, Dumbledore is also their principal!

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 sadness is no less than anyone else's.

Mike showed a bitter smile on his face.

Although killing Dumbledore was part of Mike's plan from the beginning, he still didn't expect that he would be so sad when this moment really came.

But this is not surprising, after all, the man's name is Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Mike opened another bottle of fire whiskey and drank it hard.

At the same time, Benjamin and other Freemasons were gathering outside the office door.

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

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

Victor looked nonchalant. If possible, he would even want to hum a happy little song to express his excitement.

Because Mike gave him the legendary elder wand and asked him to study it, and in the process of research, he found some very interesting things.

Of course, he would not really hum a part, that would only attract other people to perform.

But it did not prevent him from secretly enjoying it.

As for Dumbledore's life or death, he did not care at all.

Now he only wanted to do scientific research, and sending a projection to watch over Mike with everyone was a great concession. It was impossible for him to feel sad for Dumbledore or worry about Mike.