There was no doubt that both Elwyn and Harry had a lot to say to Dumbledore, but they did not know how to express it.
To anyone, this was a particularly difficult thing to say. An inexplicable sadness filled the three of them. In the face of this sudden news, the two of them had a lot to confirm with Dumbledore, and the most difficult thing was that Dumbledore could not die!
Even though he had explained that this was not a real death, but magic.
Death was a necessary element of this incomparable spell. In a sense, it was the same as using spellcasting materials, incantations, or actions that must be done when casting a spell or wand. There was no need to over-interpret it. Death would not mean much more than shaking a wand.
But life itself gave the word "death" a more unique meaning.
No matter who it was, in the face of death, they would not feel relaxed.
It was the same for Elwyn and Harry. They could not be indifferent, as if nothing had happened, and tell Dumbledore to die in peace and come back as soon as possible...
Compared to Harry, Elwyn might have thought more and was more rational.
If Dumbledore's departure was something that was destined to happen, then there was no way to change it. What they needed now was not to lament and grieve in vain, but to think about how to make full use of this matter and turn the disadvantageous situation to their advantage.
For example, to let Lord Voldemort think that Dumbledore was really dead!
Or to go one step further, according to Dumbledore's script, to let Lord Voldemort think that Dumbledore was killed by Draco Malfoy or Snape.
Come to think of it, Lord Voldemort would be overjoyed when he heard the news of Dumbledore's death, and he would not give up any opportunity to become stronger.
Ever since the duel with Harry, he must have realized that there was something wrong with his wand. He must have started investigating the secret of the old wand!
Elwyn had to admit that letting things develop according to the original plan seemed to be the best outcome, and this matter was highly feasible. This was something that he had tried his best to avoid, but now it seemed that it had to happen! He wanted to help Dumbledore complete the script.
After explaining everything clearly, Dumbledore seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
He looked extremely weak and didn't say much on their way back.
In fact, he fainted on the way.
If not for the fact that he was still breathing, Elwyn might have thought that he was dead.
Elwyn had never thought that Dumbledore would be like this.
This powerful Magus had reached the end of his life. He was now waiting for the arrival of the Grim Reaper!
Elwyn still remembered the last conversation he had with Dumbledore in the Azkaban Tower.
"Professor, are you ready to welcome the Grim Reaper?"
"Of course. I just need to make this matter more meaningful." Dumbledore said casually, "Elwyn, death is not scary. It is actually like going to bed after a long day. Moreover, for a clear-headed person, death is just another great adventure. We should welcome the Grim Reaper as an old friend, and happily leave the world with him as equals. "
"Will you come back then?"
"Perhaps. I may choose to continue."
"We will miss you. Hogwarts cannot live without the headmaster."
"Hogwarts can survive for thousands of years because of the will of its four founders, not because of a specific Magus." Dumbledore said slowly and closed his eyes, "We will win in the end. Elwyn, I am too tired. Let me rest for a while. There are still many things to do."
About ten minutes later, Elwyn, Harry, and Dumbledore returned to the dark road in Hogsmeade. The warm summer wind blew in their faces, and the thick fog and the smell of the sea were gone. The three of them looked particularly disheveled, and their clothes were dripping with water.
All was quiet, and the night was deep in darkness.
In the distance, a few street lamps and a few lighted windows upstairs were the only source of light.
"Wake up, Professor. We are back!" Elwyn took a deep breath and said.
"Back to the castle … Remember, I need … Professor Snape …" Dumbledore opened his eyes. He was not as well as he had been a moment ago. "Bring Severus …"
"We will take you back now. Hold the Professor, Harry!" Elwyn said. They had just helped Dumbledore out of the alley when they heard footsteps.
Madame Rosmerta ran down the dark street towards them. She was wearing plush slippers and a silk dressing-gown embroidered with fire dragons.
Elwyn pointed his wand at her, paused for a moment, and then lowered it.
"When I drew the bedroom curtains, I saw your apparitions! Thank God, thank God, I don't know what to … Wait, what's wrong with Albus? "She stopped and looked down at Dumbledore with wide eyes.
"He's injured," Elwyn said.
"There's been an accident. We need to return to the Hogwarts," Harry said. "Madame Rosmerta, could you please …"
"No, you cannot return to the Hogwarts now," Madame Rosmerta said quickly. Lady Rosmerta said quickly. "Didn't you notice? Didn't you see?"
"See what? Rosmerta, what happened? "Dumbledore looked up.
"The … the Mark of the Dark Demon, Albus." She pointed at the sky in the direction of the Hogwarts.
Elwyn, Harry and Dumbledore turned to look. It was there, hanging above the school: a dazzling green skull with a snake-like tongue sticking out of its mouth. No matter when the Death Eaters broke into a building, no matter where they killed people, they would always leave a mark like this …
Harry's eyes widened, and his heart filled with fear.
Ivan, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes. The script had begun!
"The Mark of the Dark Demon, when did it appear?" Dumbledore asked. He struggled to stand up, his hand gripping Harry's shoulder painfully.
"It must have been a few minutes ago. When I let the cat out, it wasn't there, but when I went upstairs …"
"We need to return to the castle immediately." Dumbledore said, using his own will to control his body. "Rosmerta, we need transportation, a flying broom …"
"I have it behind my bar, you three can use it!" Rosmerta said, her expression terrified. "Albus, do you want me to go get it?"
"No, Harry can do it."
Harry immediately raised his wand. "Rosmerta's flying broom!"
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