Chapter 1536

The bloody smell between lips and teeth is so thick that people want to vomit.

To be honest, it was the first time Hermione knew that human blood really had this strange smell of salty and metallic smell.

From this point of view, the honey Duke boss who invented the bloody lollipop probably tasted the blood himself.

Unfortunately, this is obviously not the time to admire others for their dedication and truth-seeking.

"Cough."

Hermione stumbled and walked along with some difficulty.

Although I was lucky to escape the fatal attack just now because I tripped inadvertently, the injury rubbed by sharp claws on my back seems to be still quite serious.

But even so, she couldn't stop. If she could choose whether to be killed on the way to escape or when she fell to the ground and chose to give up, she obviously preferred the former.

Because even if the heart knows that the probability of escaping from life is desperate, she has at least worked hard for the hope of life, hasn't she?

"Cough... Vomit..."

Suddenly, Hermione, who gradually lost too much blood, bent her legs and fell to her knees. Then she felt a surge in her throat, and then she couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of blood again.

"This time... It's impossible for Maka to come in time? He's still at the forefront fighting for everyone... Yes, that's good, that's... Cough..."

Just as Hermione was lying in the middle of the road panting and coughing painfully, the tired roar suddenly sounded again.

But this time, she didn't have the strength to move even if she wanted to hide.

In a hazy state of consciousness, Hermione raised her hand slightly and mechanically shook the wand she had been holding in her hand - I don't know if she should thank Marca for her repeated reminders and guidance. Even now, she can still cast a magic spell with the conditioned reflex of muscle memory.

"Obstacles... Numerous."

"Bang!"

The effect of the barrier spell itself was very poor, but it offset part of the impact for her after all. Then, with a moment of severe pain, she flew sideways to the field on the side of the road and rolled out a long way before she could stop.

On the way to tumbling, something seemed to be thrown out of her collar at her neck, with a thin silver chain attached to it.

"Cough -"

Another mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth and nose. With a slap, it spilled on the necklace that couldn't see what it was.

At the next moment, Hermione only felt a strange and warm light coming from her face. Then a fuzzy figure suddenly appeared in her blurred vision and walked slowly towards herself step by step.

She saw that each step of the other party made her figure clearer. When the man gradually approached him and slowly bent his knees and squatted down, a face she had thought could not be seen in places other than the portrait suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Dumbledore... Cough... Professor?"

It can be seen that the face is not as pale and transparent as a ghost, but it is not as flesh and blood as a living man. It is suffused with some gentle brilliance, which makes people feel as if they are far away, but also as if they are within reach.

More importantly, there was a calmer and deeper smile on her face than Marca, which Hermione missed very much.

"Good evening, Miss Granger."

"Professor Dumbledore, how could I... See you again? Oh, that means... Cough... That means I'm going to die?"

"Oh, no! I don't think so - although everyone will die, of course you are no exception! But at least, you, kind and brave, shouldn't die in such a cold and dark place where even the only glimmer of light is cold."

As she was saying this, Hermione suddenly heard the roar that bothered her deeply.

However, just as she caught a glimpse of a black figure in the corner of her eyes and swooped towards herself, Dumbledore raised his hand leisurely.

His movement seems slow, but in fact it seems surprisingly fast. For a moment, a large white brilliance spread from his palm and swept through the fog.

The strong but not dazzling light faded in the twinkling of an eye, and all the flying corpses hiding in the fog fell to the ground from the air.

Hermione glanced at the nearest corpse that was just about to attack her, but found that the black paint on each other's body had completely faded and returned to its original shape.

"Professor Dumbledore -"

After seeing all this just now, Hermione, who was seriously injured, didn't think of her injury at all, let alone other questions she really wanted to ask each other, but hurriedly said:

"Professor, there are many enemies like this ahead. I'm afraid it's difficult for Marca and Harry to wipe them out... Since you can kill them so easily..."

"Oh, sorry, my child! Although I don't want to help you, I've embarked on a road that I can't turn back."

As Dumbledore spoke, he slightly pulled the pendant stained with Hermione's blood and said quietly:

"Look! Today's trip is obviously just a coincidence, and it's also the last gift I left you. If there's no accident, you'll have to go the rest of the journey by yourself... HMM, probably."

I remember Marca always said that Dumbledore had never said a few clear words in his life, but Hermione didn't expect that the other party would get worse after he died.

When Hermione wanted to ask more questions, she suddenly saw Dumbledore's sudden reply, stood up again and looked faintly in a certain direction.

"There is no more time... Well, goodbye, Miss Granger. Please say hello to Marca for me! My thanks and apologies to him are more than the stars in the sky..."

Before the words fell, Hermione watched each other's figure suddenly fade away, and immediately followed her, she only felt a dark in front of her eyes and completely fainted.

……

"What?"

Not long ago, when Dumbledore waved to purify all flying corpses in the fog, Marca, who was concentrating on the group of corpses, suddenly looked back.

"Marca, what's the matter?"

"Nothing," he shook his head immediately after hearing Harry's inquiry. "You first move the phantom to the ruins of the church at the entrance of spiral town. Wait! Now! I'm going to do something."

When Harry left, he flashed and suddenly disappeared from his place.