Chapter 1169

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"Hey, listen, Tonks, this is not the time to say that. Dumbledore is dead..."

"But..."

Before Tonks flipped the table in anger, the door of the school medical room was suddenly opened.

Hagrid came in with a heavy step. It was obvious that this incident had a great impact on Hagrid.

All along, Hagrid has been working for Dumbledore. It can be said that a stupid giant is a bit silly and lovely. No one would let Hagrid get a decent job, or even be a professor of magic animal protection in a world-famous school like Hogwarts.

If Dumbledore wants to, he can find a better person to take the responsibility, instead of a giant's perspective and teach these underage witches in the giant's way.

This shows how much encouragement Dumbledore gave to Hagrid, even if it may not be applicable.

But for sure, Hagrid is definitely Dumbledore's most loyal subordinate. He can die for Dumbledore, and even do something Hagrid doesn't want to do.

Hagrid came in, a small part of his face that was not covered by his hair and beard was moist and swollen. His body trembled with weeping, and in his hand was a huge tearful handkerchief.

"I I've done it, Professor, "he sobbed." move Remove him. Professor sparrow has put the children to bed. Besides, Professor Villefort is still lying down, but he says he will be OK soon. Professor slahorn said he has informed the Ministry of magic.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Professor McGonagall stood up and turned to look at the group of people around Bill's bed, and she continued, "as soon as the Ministry of magic gets here, I'm going to meet them right away. Hagrid, please inform the president of each hospital Professor slahorn can replace Slytherin I want them to meet me at my office right away

Hagrid nodded, turned, and walked out of the room, preoccupied.

Professor McGonagall looked down at Van Lin and Harry.

"I hope both of you can come, and of course I want to have a word with you before they come. If you'd like to come with me... "

"Well, see you later..." Vaseline shook his head and followed Professor McGonagall out of the ward.

The stairs outside were empty. The only sound that can be heard is the elegy sung by the Phoenix in the distance.

Harry was a little bit out of his mind, which was a great blow to Harry. In fact, they went to Dumbledore instead of going to Professor McGonagall's office.

It was a few seconds before Harry realized that, of course, Professor McGonagall had been a temporary headmaster Obviously, she is the headmaster now So the office behind the Gargoyle is hers now

"Fanlin?" Professor McGonagall stopped.

Van Lim stepped forward, waved his hand, and the door of Dumbledore's office opened.

In fact, even Dumbledore can't enter the office without permission after receiving the core from fox. Of course, Dumbledore may have other ways, but in fact, van leen is now dominating Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Albus, for telling me, but I didn't expect to get to where I am today." Then Professor McGonagall was not talking.

In silence, they walk up the moving spiral staircase and enter the circular office.

For a moment, Harry was a little frightened. He didn't know what he expected to see: the house might now be covered with black cloth, or maybe even Dumbledore's body was lying in it.

In fact, the room was exactly the same as when Harry and Dumbledore had left a few hours ago: silvery instruments whizzed and whirled on the slender legged table, Gryffindor's sword reflected the silver moonlight in the glass box, and the branch hat was on the shelf behind the table.

Nothing seemed to have changed. Harry looked at it dully. Suddenly, Harry's eyes shrank.

A new portrait has joined the ranks of Hogwarts' late headmaster Dumbledore fell asleep in the golden frame on the table, his half moon glasses hanging from his curved nose, looking calm and serene. After gazing at the portrait for a while, Professor McGonagall made a strange move, like wrapping herself in steel. Then she walked around the table and looked at Harry, her face drawn long.

"Harry," she said, "I want to know what you and Professor Dumbledore did after they left school tonight, and of course, you and Dumbledore have been doing everything behind our backs, including the order of the Phoenix..."

"I'm sorry, professor. Although I don't think it's important, it's still confidential." Harry shook his head to witness the greatness of Voldemort? Witness how powerful Voldemort is.

Harry didn't want to say that. It would cast a shadow over everyone.

Even the Ministry of magic is sealed.

Except for slinger and several important officials, only he, van Lin and Dumbledore knew about it, and others were washed out of their memories"I think it may be very important..."

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall!" Van Lin shook his head and interrupted Professor McGonagall's speech. "Whether it's based on Dumbledore himself or other confidentiality regulations, I think..."

"You know, Al! Because of Professor Dumbledore's death, I think you should realize that the situation has changed... "

"I don't think so," Harry shrugged. "Dumbledore never said I could stop following his orders if he died."

"Harry, you should learn to judge..." Professor McGonagall frowned, a rare, serious Professor McGonagall's face rose a trace of weakness.

"I respect Harry's judgment as much as I respect you." Van Lin said sincerely, "I can only tell you that at the right time, everything we do can be made public, but that's not now, professor."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, and as soon as he wanted to refute it, Harry answered.

"But One thing you have to understand before the Ministry of magic comes is that Ms. rosemerta is under control and she is helping Malfoy and the death eaters, and that's how the necklace and the poisoned wine are... "

"Rosmerta?" Repeated Professor McGonagall suspiciously, but was interrupted by a knock at the door when she wanted to go on. Prof. sprutrau, Prof. Villefort, and Prof. slahorn came in, with Hagrid following them, still crying, and his huge skeleton trembling with grief.

"Snape!" Suddenly slahorn called out, and up there was the hardest hit, the palest, the most excited man. "Snape! I taught him! I think I know him! "

But before anyone else could answer him, a shrill voice came from a high wall: a gray faced wizard with a short black beard had just entered his empty canvas. "Mileva, people from the Ministry of magic can be here at any time. They have left the Ministry."

"Thank you, Phineas." Professor McGonagall said she quickly turned to professors. "I want to talk to you about what happened at Hogwarts before they come, she said quickly. In my opinion, I'm not sure the school will open next year. It's a blot on Hogwarts history that the headmaster died of one of our colleagues. It's terrible. "

"I'm sure Dumbledore would like the school to remain open," said Mr. spitter. "I think as long as one student wants to come to school, the school should remain open to students."

"But will we have another student?" He said, rubbing his sweaty eyebrows with a silk handkerchief. "Parents prefer their children to stay at home."

"I can't blame them for that. In my opinion, I don't think Hogwarts is more dangerous than anywhere else, but you can't force other mothers to think the same way

"It's normal that they want their families to be reunited."

"I agree," Professor McGonagall said. "Anyway, it's wrong to say that Dumbledore never thought about facing the dissolution of Hogwarts. When the secret room was opened again, he thought of closing the school I have to say that Professor Dumbledore's killing was more difficult than Slytherin's monster wandering the unknown parts of the school castle It's a disaster, something like this has never happened in Hogwarts' history, even in the darkest years. "

"But we have to negotiate with the Ministry of magic," Professor Villefort said in his short, sharp voice; he had a large bruise on his forehead, but it didn't look like his fall in Snape's office was a big problem. "We have to do things according to the procedure. We can't make decisions rashly."

"Hagrid, you haven't said anything yet," said Professor McGonagall. "What's your opinion? Should Hogwarts remain open? "

During their conversation, Hagrid kept rubbing his flowing eyes with his tear stained handkerchief.

Now Hagrid raised his swollen eyes and said hoarsely, "I don't know, Professor It should be decided by the president and the president of the College... "

"Professor Dumbledore has always valued your opinion," Professor McGonagall said mildly, "and so have I

"Well, I'll stay," Hagrid said, and big tears trickled out of the corners of his eyes and into his tangled beard. "This is my home. It has been my home since I was 13. If there are children who want me to teach them, I will do it. "

Hagrid tried to endure his grief, but in fact, it was too difficult for him.

"But I don't know Hogwarts without Dumbledore... " He sobbed, wiped his eyes with his handkerchief, and fell silent. I want to see if the Ministry of magic has arrived.

"Then I agree with Professor Villefort that the right thing to do is to consult with the government and give them the decision-making power. Now, as for taking the students home Some argue that they should be sent away as soon as possible. If necessary, we can arrange for the Hogwarts to come tomorrow

"What about Dumbledore's funeral?" Finally, Harry couldn't help asking.

"Well..." Professor McGonagall's voice trembled, and her strength seemed to be lost."I I think Dumbledore's last wish is to be buried here, at Hogwarts... "

"So we'll do that, right?" Harry asked in a hurry.

"If the Ministry of magic thinks it's an act of private privilege," Professor McGonagall said, there's never been a headmaster before... "

"Never before has a principal contributed more to the school than he did," Hagrid growled.

"Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's resting place forever." Professor Villefort said.

"Absolutely." Said spitter.

"In that case," Van Lin hesitated, "the students should be allowed to return home after Dumbledore's funeral."

"Yes, that's right." Harry agreed. "They all want to say to him..."

The last word choked in his throat, but Professor spatlau finished it for him.

"Goodbye."

"Well said," shrieked Professor Villefort. "Well said! It is fitting that our students should pay tribute to Dumbledore. We can arrange for them to return home after that. "

"Yes."

"I think Ok... " Said slahorn in an excited voice. Hagrid agreed with a muffled sob.

"They are coming. Professor McGonagall gazed at the square and suddenly said, Minister of magic It seems that he has brought a delegation... "

"Well Can we leave now, professor? " Harry asked immediately. He didn't want to see slinger at all tonight, or to be interrogated by him about what happened.

"You two can go." Professor McGonagall said, "hurry up."

She strode to the door and opened it for both Harry and them.

"Just a moment, Professor..." Fanlin said and stretched out his hand. A rune similar to the flame appeared in the palm of Fanlin's hand, but now the light of the flame is very small.

"This is..."

"Core control..." Van Lin shook his head. "Dumbledore gave fox to me, and then I found this. I think you need these more, though Although they are no longer useful, the Death Eaters laid out for a long time, and they destroyed almost all the nodes. "

"Good!"

Vaseline nodded and followed Harry down the whirling stairs and down the deserted hallway.

Harry left his invisibility robe on the top of the tower, but it didn't matter; at least, Harry didn't want to go.

The two men were walking in the corridor, and they didn't meet a single person, not even filch and his cat, not even Pippi.

Before he walked into the passageway leading to the Gryffindor common room, they met no one or a ghost.

Everybody's hiding. The death eaters have broken the castle, at least, so far.

Don't Dumbledore suffer from Death Eaters.

"Is that true?" The fat lady saw two people approaching and whispered, "is this true? Dumbledore Dead? "

"Yes." Said Harry. She let out a wail. Without waiting for the two of them to say the password, he turned forward and let them through.

As Harry had guessed, the common room was packed with people. As he passed through the hole behind the portrait, silence attacked the room.

He sees Dean and Seymour sitting together: which means his bedroom is now empty, or almost empty, except for Hedwig

Fox is still lamenting in the square.

Without talking to anyone or making eye contact with anyone, Harry and van Lin walked straight across the room into the boys' bedroom.

Ron is waiting for the two of them. He's sitting on his own bed, not changing his pajamas.

For a moment, no one spoke. Fanlin just went to collect Fox's residence. Soon, he would leave with everything. Fortunately, nothing was left behind.

"They're talking about closing the school." Said Harry.

"Lu Ping said they would do this..."

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