There was a sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, Malfoy was pulled aside. Four men in black robes broke through the door and rushed to the wall.
Harry was still unable to move, and it was obvious that he was terrified because he stared at the four strangers without blinking. It was obvious that the Death Eaters had the "upper hand" in the fight below.
At least, that was what people thought, wasn't it?
No one thought that there was anything wrong with it, as if that was how it should be.
A burly man with a crooked mouth and a strange grin on his face let out a wheezing laugh.
"Dumbledore is cornered!"
With that, he turned to the stout little woman behind him, who looked like his sister. She too had an eager smile on her face. "Dumbledore has no wand, Dumbledore is alone and helpless!
Well done, Draco! Well done! "
"Good evening, Amicus." Dumbledore's tone was very calm, as if he was welcoming the man to a tea party. "And you brought Alex... so cute..."
The woman faked an annoyed laugh.
"You're about to die, and you think these little jokes can save your life?"
"Jokes? No, no, this is courtesy. "
"Do it."
The stranger standing closest to Harry said. He was a long-limbed man with gray hair and whiskers, and the black robe of the Death Eaters was uncomfortably tight around his body.
His voice was strange, and Harry had never heard it before: a hissing, piercing growl.
Harry also smelled a strange, pungent smell from him, mixed with the smell of earth, sweat, and — no doubt — blood.
His dirty fingers had long yellow nails.
"Is that you, Fenrir?"
"Yes," the man said in a harsh voice. "Happy to see me, Dumbledore?"
"No, I wouldn't say I'm happy..."
Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing his pointy teeth.
The blood dripped onto his chin and he licked his lips slowly and sickeningly.
Even Jon, who was watching all this from the roof outside, began to feel disgusted. He swore that he really hated this kind of dirty thing, so much so that he wanted to get rid of it the moment he saw it.
"But you know how much I love children, Dumbledore."
"Am I to understand that you now bite even on days when the moon is not full?
That's strange … You've developed a fetish for eating human flesh, and you can't even satisfy it once a month? "
"You're right."
Greyback said, "I've shocked you, haven't I, Dumbledore?
Now I'm starting to scare you? "
"Sigh, to be honest, I do feel a little disgusted. Furthermore, I am a little shocked that Draco actually invited you to the school where his friends live …"
'I didn't, 'gasped Malfoy.
He did not look at Gray Burke, as if he did not even want to look at him.
"I didn't know he was coming-"
"I don't want to miss the cushy job of coming to Hogwarts, Dumbledore."
Greyback said in a harsh voice, "So many throats to rip open … It tastes so good, tastes so good …"
As he said this, he raised a yellow nail and picked his front tooth while grinning at Dumbledore.
"I can treat you as dessert, Dumbledore …"
"No."
The fourth Death Eater said sternly. His face was full of muscles and he looked fierce.
"We have orders. We must let Draco do it. Okay, Draco, hurry up and do it. "
Malfoy lost even more of his fighting spirit.
He looked very scared and stared blankly at Dumbledore's face.
Dumbledore's face was getting paler and paler, and he looked much shorter than usual because his body kept slipping down the wall.
"If you ask me, he doesn't have much time left in this world anyway!" said the man with a crooked mouth.
"Look at him. What's the matter with you, Old Man Deng?" said the man with a crooked mouth. His sister was beside him, laughing and cheering for him.
"Ah, lack of stamina and slow reaction, Amicus."
Dumbledore said, "Anyway, old age is useless … One day, you will fall into this situation … if you are lucky …"
"What do you mean? What do you mean? "
The Death Eater suddenly became fierce. "You are still the same, Old Deng.
Full of empty words and no action, I really don't understand why the Black Devil wants to kill you!
Okay, Draco, hurry up and do it! "
At this moment, there were sounds of many people fighting below, and one of them shouted, "They have blocked the stairs — smashed to pieces! Smashed to pieces! "
Harry's heart leaped with joy. So the four had not completely wiped out their opponents. They had only broken through and reached the top of the tower. And, from the sounds below, it seemed that they had built a barricade behind them.
"Hurry up, Draco, hurry up and do it!"
But Malfoy was shaking too hard to aim at the target.
"Let me do it."
Graybeck said fiercely and closed in on Dumbledore. He opened his hands and showed the sharp teeth in his mouth.
"I said no!"
A strong light flashed, and the werewolf was hit to the side, hit the wall, and almost fell, his face was full of anger.
Harry stood there, bound by Dumbledore's curse, his heart pounding like a drum, but no one could hear it. It was incredible — as long as he could move, he could shoot the curse from under the Invisibility Cloak.
"Draco, hurry up and do it, or get out of the way and let us —"
However, at this moment, the door leading to the wall was once again knocked open. Snape stood there with his wand in hand. His pair of black eyes quickly scanned the scene in front of him, from Dumbledore who was slumped against the wall to the four Death Eaters, including the aggressive werewolf and Malfoy.
"We have a problem, Snape," said the muscular Amicus, his gaze and wand fixed on Dumbledore, "this lad doesn't seem to be able to —"
But the other person called out Snape's name in a very soft voice.
"Severus …"
The voice frightened Harry more than anything he had been through all night. Dumbledore was pleading. It was the first time he had ever heard it.
Snape did not speak, he walked forward and pushed Malfoy to one side roughly.
The three Death Eaters hid behind without a word, and even the werewolf seemed to be frightened.
Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, the rough lines on his face etched deep disgust and hatred.
"Severus … I beg you …"
Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.
"Avarda Retribution!"
A ray of green light shot out from the tip of Snape's wand, hitting Dumbledore squarely in the face.
Harry's terrified scream was stuck in his throat, he could not make a sound, and could not move, he could only watch as Dumbledore was hit into the air.
Dumbledore seemed to pause for a second under the shining skeleton, and then, like a large, broken doll, he slowly fell on his back and disappeared over the battlements of the wall.
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