"Albus Dumbledore!"
Draco stepped into the headmaster's office and, without hesitation, took out his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.
In the magical world, pointing a wand at someone is considered very impolite.
Draco had practiced this countless times in private, which is why he was able to act so quickly.
"Draco?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Dumbledore looked up.
Dumbledore was utterly astonished when he saw the boy pointing his wand at him.
"What happened, Draco?"
Hearing the elderly man's familiar, kind tone, Draco's arm trembled slightly in mid-air.
He turned his head away, not daring to look at Dumbledore's face.
He was afraid to see the look of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes.
"I'm going to kill you, Voldemort ordered me to..."
Draco's breathing was rapid and disordered, his lips trembling as if he were muttering to himself.
His voice lacked any confidence, and was filled with despair and helplessness.
"Stop talking nonsense, Draco, what do you want?"
Snape impatiently reminded the trembling boy from the side.
“You’re a good boy, Draco.”
Dumbledore's voice was strained and hoarse, and he looked very weak.
He stood opposite Draco, calmly gazing at him with no fear in his eyes, only deep pity.
"Draco, son, you know this isn't what you truly want in your heart."
Draco closed his eyes.
At this moment, his mind was occupied by Voldemort's threats and commands.
He knew he had to harden his heart today.
"Stop talking nonsense, I have to do it!"
He tried to concentrate and chant the incantation, but his inner turmoil caused his magical light to flicker erratically.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Draco's forehead was covered in sweat, which slid down his cheeks.
His eyes were fierce yet confused.
At this critical moment of life and death, his soul seemed to be struggling between good and evil.
The spell that was finally fired went astray and shattered the lamp next to Dumbledore.
Draco looked at the shards scattered on the ground, tears slowly streaming down his face.
He stood frozen in place, wand in despair, feeling isolated and helpless, grieving for his own powerlessness.
He had no choice but to go against his own will.
He can't do it.
He can't kill anyone.
He had no way to kill Dumbledore.
Through his teary eyes, a familiar green light flashed, and Draco's eyes widened.
Without hesitation, Snape waved his wand and unleashed "Avada Kedavra".
"No, no!"
Draco stared blankly at Snape, then suddenly lunged at Dumbledore.
He knelt on the ground and shoved Dumbledore's shoulder, large tears dripping onto Dumbledore's face.
He shook his head frantically, trying to say something.
But he found himself unable to say anything.
What could he say?
He was also partly responsible for Dumbledore's death.
He was also a murderer.
He doesn't even have the right to say "sorry".
"Draco, take Dumbledore's wand."
Snape stood before him, unwilling to even glance at Dumbledore.
Just like Voldemort, who looked down on all living beings from his high position.
Draco truly hated him for being like this.
Seeing the hatred in Draco's eyes, Snape snatched the wand from Dumbledore's hand in exasperation.
Then he grabbed Draco's clothes and dragged him away.
Draco, his clothes being pulled along by Snape, turned to look at Dumbledore, who lay unconscious on the ground.
His eyes weren't even closed.
He stared straight at the ceiling.
Teacher Muse said that a person who dies with resentment cannot close their eyes when they die.
He said he died with his eyes open in disgrace.
Will Headmaster Dumbledore hate himself?
Draco thought... yes, he would.
What should we do? What should we do?
What should he do?
Is he going to continue down this path and then inadvertently kill even more people?
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