Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Umbridge was wearing a pink cardigan, not a work uniform, that looked extremely fancy, with a few cat-like creatures embroidered with white silk thread.

With a few Aurors by her side, the stars surrounded her like the moon, and walked in quickly from behind the stone door.

"Is the duel over? Where's Dumbledore?"

Then she saw the mess in front of her, screamed, took a few breaths, and asked in a panic.

"Dumbledore was sacrificed, killed by a surprise attack by a mysterious man, and fell into the veil from which it was impossible to escape." Professor McGonagall said heavily.

"What? It's impossible!" She widened her pine bubble eyes in horror, and said with a heavy breath.

Then he glanced at Professor McGonagall.

"They are all witnesses," Professor McGonagall pointed behind him.

Umbridge was stunned, and after a while, he calmed down and accepted the message, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"This news must be kept secret for the time being! Otherwise, there will be chaos in the wizarding world!" As soon as she came back to her senses, she quickly emphasized.

"I refuse to cooperate with your ideas." Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

She guessed a bit of what Umbridge was thinking.

Disgusted by the ugliness of this woman.

Until now, she still cares about her official position.

"Death is not a shameful thing, and it is not worth covering up, especially when he sacrificed for the stability of the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Meg! I'm the Minister, and I have to think about the bigger picture. I order you as Minister of Magic, and this information must be kept secret."

"I'm the Vice-President of Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall looked straight at Umbridge with her eagle-eyed eyes.

"Your overall situation? It's just to keep your current position."

Umbridge was frightened by her eyes and took a few steps back, but the Auror behind her supported him, and another tall man walked up to Umbridge.

The man is strong in appearance, with short, straight hair that is unsmiling, and has a light grayish-white color.

"Dawlish, help me stop them." Umbridge gave orders arrogantly while being supported by two Aurors.

The man held out his wand and stared viciously at one of the Hogwarts students and teachers, as if they couldn't leave without a promise.

At this moment, Flitwick, who was beside Professor McGonagall, quietly chanted a spell. Due to his short stature, no one noticed him.

With a bang, the unstable ceiling above everyone's heads made a few noises. It seemed that something fell. It seemed to be a pure black iron lamp, which hit the head of Delixi fiercely.

The huge impact made a muffled sound, and the strong man swayed a few times before fainting.

"How dare you attack the Aurors? I'm going to arrest you!" Umbridge said incredulously, and then screamed, no longer pretending to be that sweet voice, looking very irritable and rude.

"No, that's just because the place is in disrepair, and the ornaments hanging from the ceiling suddenly fell off." Professor McGonagall responded politely and restrained, just how to listen. Are a little angry.

"Let's go, colleagues, children, I think we have to think about it now, how to go in the future."

Mag said to the group, ignoring Umbridge.

The group hurriedly walked away from this place, and the remaining two Aurors did not dare to stop them.

Maybe other "accidents" like disrepair will happen.

Hermione's footsteps were flimsy and stiff.

The same is true for other people, and most of their bodies maintain an inexplicable, involuntary trembling.

That's because of grief.

Only Snape remained cold, and it seemed that Dumbledore's death had little effect on him.

after that night.

He shouldn't have felt any deeper grief for anyone's passing.

When everyone was about to leave the lowest floor of the Ministry of Magic and stepped on the elevator again to leave, Luna looked back at the archway not far away without any wall support, and the somewhat damaged and still floating hanging on it. Black drapery.

Even if there is no wind around, the scene is so eerie,

The girl muttered vaguely, "Maybe Mr. Principal is still in this world."

Not long ago, thousands of miles away from the Ministry of Magic, there was a battle in full swing, but it was slightly different from the battle that occurred at the Ministry of Magic.

This is a battle between the living and the dead.

More precisely, the battle between the long-lost Draco Malfoy and countless Inferi.

It is said that this is also a place where Salazar once set foot.

In a cave whose entrance had been blocked for hundreds of years, a new face was welcomed today.

He waved his wand lightly, and the stone gate in front of him instantly collapsed, opening a passage.

There was a sharp contrast with the narrow entrance of the cave. After walking a few steps in the dark cave, holding up the magic wand for lighting, I found that I suddenly became enlightened.

The inside of the cave was hollowed out, and a huge platform was opened under the knife and axe, and a wide stone step from bottom to top was built on the platform.

There are several gray-black stone pillars standing on it, and carved stone snakes are wrapped around the pillars.

According to information given by Salazar.

This is the altar of an obsessive wild wizard.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, except for Voldemort's inevitable congenital defect due to the previous generation, there are always various incentives for normal people to fall.

This wizard is no exception.

An uneducated wild wizard wishes to use the power of magic to bring his love back to life.

It's just that even the resurrection stone, one of the Three Holy Artifacts, can't be truly resurrected. How can a wild wizard do it so easily?

The resurrection should not be successful, but instead created a monster.

His spirit couldn't bear the blow, and he fell into endless madness.

When Salazar traveled here, almost ten nearby villages fell into the paradise of the corpse.

There is anger and resentment everywhere.

He lightly subdued the wizard who was a little bit toward the "Necromancer".

But in the face of countless resentments that were unwilling to condense, he was helpless, and even Salazar himself could not be completely purified.

Can only set up a few magic circles, hoping to smooth out over time.

According to his estimation, by now, the resentment should have almost dissipated.

In fact, on the contrary, the magic circle used to suppress evil thoughts has lost its effectiveness and may have been infected.

Infernal corpses seem to be spreading out from it in an endless stream.