Chapter 1251 I have an appointment with Dumbledore
"Okay, be quiet!"
In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Minister Scrimgeour, who had not slept all night and had to brace himself up, was holding a press conference overnight.
The originally noisy hall of the Ministry of Magic suddenly fell silent, and the reporters all raised their microphones in front of Scrimgeour.
"Next, I want to say three things." Scrimgeour told the reporters in front of him: "Just now, the Ministry of Magic successfully foiled the mysterious man's prison robbery plan and prevented them from releasing the prisoners held in Azkaban."
A burst of applause followed.
Scrimgeour raised his hand to suppress the applause and continued, "What I'm trying to say is that they're still going to continue to try to do that."
"Do you think the mysterious man will not give up the prison robbery?" A reporter raised his hand and asked.
"Obviously." Scrimgeour said firmly: "Fortunately, most of the most vicious dark wizards were executed after trials. You will be grateful to me for doing that in the future."
"Minister, do you think the mysterious man will successfully rob the prison?"
"As long as the mysterious man is not completely eliminated, this kind of thing may happen, so you can shut up now and listen to what I have to say." Scrimgeour's tone was not friendly.
The reporters looked at each other, surprised at Scrimgeour's rudeness, why he was in such a bad mood even though he had won a big victory.
"Just when the Ministry of Magic successfully prevented the mysterious man from releasing the prisoners in Azkaban, a group of Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts and tried to assassinate Dumbledore." Scrimgeour ignored the whispers and continued
Said, "No Hogwarts students were injured in this attack. Just half an hour ago, the army of Inferi that invaded Hogwarts were all cleaned up with the help of Aurors, and the Dementors were also driven away.
Let’s go, more than thirty Death Eaters and dark wizards were caught on the spot and executed directly.”
The murderous Scrimgeour sent chills into everyone's hearts, and more than thirty people actually killed them on the spot.
"Should it be formally decided by the court?"
"Believe me, you will definitely not think like this in the future." Scrimgeour glanced at the reporter and said calmly.
The reporters at the scene almost exploded. They all felt that Scrimgeour was implying something to everyone.
"The last thing is this..."
Scrimgeour raised his wand and let two bounty wanted lists float in front of the reporters. They were clearly the wanted lists for Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.
"Severus Snape, after Dumbledore had defeated the group of Death Eaters who came to assassinate him, made a shameful sneak attack and murdered Dumbledore, who had always believed in him, and Draco Malfoy was
They are the culprits behind the Death Eaters' attack on Hogwarts, and the two are currently on the run." He continued without looking at the stunned crowd, "One more thing, tell everyone, Dumbledore's funeral will be in two days, if
If you want to send him on his last journey."
After saying that, Scrimgeour turned and left, leaving behind a group of stunned reporters.
In a moment, the hall of the Ministry of Magic exploded!
What did they just hear?
Dumbledore is dead?
how so!
After the reporters came back to their senses, they were trembling all over. Like sharks smelling blood, they became extremely crazy. They all hurried back to the newspaper office to prepare to report the matter, but they were completely unaware of what Dumbledore's death meant.
What.
In the early morning, countless owls came out of their pupae and spread the bad news throughout the UK, and one of them fell into the hands of Albert who was enjoying the morning.
"Dumbledore is dead!"
Isobel stared at the half-cup of milk in front of her, looked up at Albert who was flipping through the newspaper and asked.
"If you have no appetite, don't force yourself." Albert put down the newspaper and said, "If you get hungry later, let Kara prepare something you like."
"When is the funeral?"
Isobel pushed the glass of milk in front of Albert, kissed his cheek and asked.
"Tomorrow!" Albert picked up the cup and drank it in one breath, then looked at Isobel and said, "Sorry, dear, I can't let you take risks."
"I don't plan to attend either." Isobel knew her situation very well, so she carefully considered her words and said, "I just think you don't seem to care about it very much."
She was very aware of the serious consequences of Dumbledore's death, but her husband's reaction to it was incredibly calm, even giving her the illusion that Dumbledore was finally dead.
"This is the ending that Dumbledore wants. He doesn't mind risking his own life to plot against the mysterious man. It's useless for me to care." Albert shook his head and explained, "And, from the beginning, I knew it would happen.
This is the result. This is also the result I want, although I have tried to change it."
Albert even suspected that even if Dumbledore's palm was not seriously injured, he might still do that. After all, he was a ruthless man who didn't take his own life seriously at all.
"Why can't you guys have something pleasant to talk about?" Katrina reached for the newspaper in front of Albert and took it away.
"I hope I can find some pleasant topics." Albert kissed Isobel's forehead and said, "I have to go, I still have an appointment with Dumbledore."
"Be safe." Isobel stood up and hugged Albert gently.
"I will."
"Wait a minute, isn't Dumbledore already dead?" Katrina looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding what "an appointment with Dumbledore" meant.
Could it be that Professor Dumbledore has returned as a ghost?
"He is indeed dead and has not turned into a ghost, but the portraits of all past principals will remain in Hogwarts." Albert explained.
"You should go with him tomorrow!" Isobel looked at Albert's leaving figure and suddenly said, "You should also want to give Dumbledore a ride!"
"Forget it, I'll stay with you." Katrina stood up and kissed her sister's forehead, shook her head and said, "You are more important now."
Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.
A large cloud of forest-green magic flame suddenly rose in the empty fireplace. Albert walked out of the flame, his eyes instinctively swept across the empty office, and turned to look at the golden photo frame hanging behind the desk.
people inside.
"I am coming!"
Albert walked to the principal's desk, pulled a chair for himself and sat down, then raised his head and looked at the old man who was still sleeping in the portrait.
Dumbledore still showed no sign of waking up.
However, Albert was not in a hurry. He picked up the latest issue of the Daily Prophet from his desk and continued reading, as if he was the real owner of this place.
"Sorry, it's too early at this time."
After a while, the person in the portrait opened his eyes as if he had just woken up, and greeted Albert with a smile.
"I thought you were going to sleep a little longer!"
"Getting up early is too harsh for an old man!" Dumbledore said with a smile, not at all embarrassed.
"Then let me tell you some exciting news first!" Albert suddenly said, "I already know where the last Horcrux is hidden."
"Oh, that's really exciting news." Dumbledore's face showed surprise for a moment, and then turned into a relieved smile, "You did a good job, this way Voldemort will be completely finished."
Not only Dumbledore, but all the other portraits had their eyes closed, and they quietly raised their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.
"I caught Bellatrix and used some tricks to get the whereabouts of the Horcrux from her." Albert did not hide anything and directly told the source of his information, "The last Horcrux is in
The Lestrange family's treasury is in Gringotts."
"It's up to you to decide when to tell Harry. After all, this is what you prepared for Harry, although I don't know why you deliberately went around in such a big circle."
As he spoke, Albert took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, with a ray of silver memory inside.
"You just throw all your troubles to me." Dumbledore said with a bitter smile. He was already dead, and the dead cannot interfere at will in the world of the living.
"Then I'll tell Harry the good news later." Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "That way I won't trouble you."
"Harry is not ready to face all that." Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I know what you want to say, but that's not enough. Harry is not you."
"Just make yourself happy." Albert waved his magic wand and conjured a cup of milk tea out of thin air, with a posture of "Please speak, I'll listen."
"Put it away first. I'll need your help then." Dumbledore looked away from the bottle and said with a smile, "I've already prepared those things for you. It's the metal box at the end of the cabinet on the right.
Here, the key is the one I gave you last time."
Albert took out the key from his pocket, opened a transparent area at the right end of the bookshelf, and took out a metal box from which there was a letter, an old version of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", a
The Golden Snitch, a Deluminator, and the Elder Wand.
"Did you make this thing yourself?"
Albert picked up the wand, waved it gently, and asked with some surprise.
"I don't have this ability. I asked an old friend to help me imitate this, the tail feathers of the Thestral, elderberry." Dumbledore asked softly, "How do you feel?"
"The effect is very poor, far less easy to use than my current wand." Albert conjured a bouquet of white lilies out of thin air and then made it disappear. "It is said that only wizards who can face death can master the Thestral's tail hair.
The wand I made, I estimate that the mysterious man would be even worse off with it than me, and I'm afraid it would be difficult to deceive him."
"He will believe it. After all, he doesn't understand wands, but Ollivander does." Dumbledore said.
"I hope you're right." Albert took the wand and left.
As soon as Albert's front foot left, Phineas opened his eyes and said sarcastically: "You just believe him so much? Believe me, that guy is not a good person, and it is not a good thing to hand that wand to him.
choose."
"Shut up Phineas."
A cane made an elegant arc and hit Phineas hard on the head.
Albert quietly came to the room where Dumbledore's body was placed. There was so much noise yesterday and most people were still resting. Only a few ghosts were patrolling nearby, whispering about what happened last night.
.
The old man lay there as if sleeping, and the invincible Elder Wand was placed next to the body. Albert easily completed the replacement of the wand under the ghost's eyes.
When he returned to the principal's office, Phineas was being chased around with a cane.
"Why not give it a try? You will definitely be impressed by the power of the Elder Wand." Dumbledore looked at the wand on the table and encouraged him with a smile.
Albert hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to touch the Elder Wand. A large string of sparks suddenly burst out from the tip of the wand, completely lighting up the principal's office.
It can't wait to serve a new owner.
"It is undeniable that this is an extremely powerful wand." Albert raised the wand and murmured with his eyes closed. "With my magical power, I feel that I can indeed do some incredible things."
Albert had no intention of testing the Elder Wand, but simply put it away, "But sometimes it's a good thing to be too obsessed with the power and lose it. Maybe you shouldn't have given it to me."
"I believe you can control it, tame it, and use it, because you are equally powerful and don't really need to rely on it."
Seeing this scene, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction. He believed that Albert could truly control the Elder Wand instead of being controlled by it.
He is already dead. If you continue to leave the Elder Wand alone, one day it will continue to cause chaos. It is undoubtedly the best choice to hand it over to the most suitable person for safekeeping.
Of course, this is also the reward and reason Dumbledore prepared for Albert.