HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 There was a sound of footsteps humming the ground up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, Malfoy was splashed aside, and four men in black robes broke through the door and rushed to the side of the wall.

　　 Harry was still unable to move at this time, and he could see that he was in a horrified mood, because his eyes were staring at the four strangers unblinkingly: Apparently the Death Eaters had the upper hand in the fight below.

　　 At least people think so, don’t they?

　　 Everyone doesn't think there is any problem, it seems that it should be.

　　 A sturdy man with a crooked mouth with a weird grin on his face let out a wheezing and panting laugh.

　　 "Dumbledore was forced to the corner!"

　　 When he finished speaking, he turned to the sturdy little woman behind. She looked like his sister with an impatient smile on her face: "Dumbledore has no magic wand, Dumbledore is helpless!

　　 Good job, Draco, good job! "

　　 "Good evening, Amicus," Dumbledore said in a very calm tone, as if welcoming the person to the tea party: "You also brought Alex... so cute..."

　　 The woman smirked angrily.

　　 "You are dying, thinking these little jokes can save your life?"

　　 "A joke? No, no, it's polite."

　　 "Let's do it."

　　 The stranger standing closest to Harry said that he had long limbs, his gray hair and beard were kinked together, and the Death Eater's black robe was tightly tightened on him uncomfortably.

　　 His voice was weird, something Harry had never heard before: a hissing roar.

　　 Harry also smelled a pungent odor from him, mixed with the smell of earth, sweat, and-no doubt-blood.

　　 He has long yellow nails on his dirty fingers.

　　 "Is that you, Fenrir?"

　　 "Yes," the man said in a harsh voice, "Is it nice to meet me, Dumbledore?"

　　 "No, I can't say that I am very happy..."

　　 Fenrir Greyback grinned, showing pointed teeth.

　　 Blood dripped on his chin, and he slowly and disgustingly licked his lips.

　　 Even Jon, who was watching all this on the roof outside, started to feel sick. He swears that he really hates this kind of dirty stuff, to the point that he wants to get rid of him just by seeing it.

　　 "But you know how much I like children, Dumbledore."

　　"Can I understand it this way: Now you have to bite even when the moon is not round?

　　 This is really strange... You have developed this cannibalism, can't you be satisfied once a month? "

"Yes,"

　　 Greyback said, "I shocked you, didn't I, Dumbledore?

　　 Now I start to scare you? "

　　 "Well, frankly speaking, it does make me sick, and I was a little shocked: this Draco even invited you to the school where his friends live..."

　　 "I didn't," Malfoy gasped.

　　He didn't look at Greyback, he didn't seem to even want to take a look at him.

　　 "I didn't know he was coming—"

　　 "I don't want to miss the good job at Hogwarts, Dumbledore."

　　 Greyback said in a harsh voice, "There are so many throats that can be torn open... It tastes so good, it tastes so good..."

　　 As he said, he lifted a yellow nail to pick up his front teeth, and smiled grinningly at Dumbledore.

　　 "I can treat you as an after-dinner dessert, Dumbledore..."

　　 "No way."

　　 The fourth Death Eater said sharply, his face full of flesh, a fierce look.

　　 "We have orders. Draco must do it. Okay, Draco, do it."

　　 Malfoy is even more lacking in fighting spirit.

　　 He looked scared, and stared at Dumbledore's face blankly.

　　 Dumbledore's face became paler and shorter than usual, because his body leaning against the wall kept slipping down.

　　 "Let me say, his days in this world are not much anyway!"

　　 The man with the crooked mouth said that his sister was cheering and smiling to help him: "Look at him-what's the matter with you, old man Deng?"

　　 "Oh, lack of energy, slow response, Amicus."

　　 Dumbledore said: "Anyway, old age is not enough... One day, you will also fall into this field... If you are lucky..."

　　 "What does this mean? What does this mean?"

　　 The Death Eater suddenly became fierce: "You are still the same, Old Man Deng.

　　 Full of empty talk, not doing real things, I really don’t understand why the Dark Lord wants to kill you!

　　 Okay, Draco, do it! "

　　 At this moment, there was the sound of many people fighting from below, and one of them shouted: "They blocked the stairs-to pieces! To pieces!"

　　 Harry’s heart jumped for joy: So, these four people did not completely wipe out their opponents, they just broke out and ran to the top of the tower, and, listening to the sound below, they seemed to have built a road barrier behind them——

　　 "Hurry up, Draco, do it!"

　　 But Malfoy was shaking so hard that he couldn't aim at the target.

"Let me do it."

　　 Greyback said viciously and forced him towards Dumbledore. He opened his hands to reveal the fangs in his mouth.

　　 "I said no!"

　　 A bright light flashed, and the werewolf was knocked aside, hit the wall, almost fell, his face looked like annoyance.

Harry stood there, bound by Dumbledore’s curse, his heart beating like a drum, but no one could hear it. It was incredible-as long as he could move, he could shoot out from under the invisibility cloak. The curse--

　　 "Draco, do it quickly, or get out of the way, let us—"

However, at this moment, the door leading to the wall was knocked open again, and Snape stood there with his wand, a pair of dark eyes quickly scanning the scene in front of him, from Dumbledore who collapsed on the wall to there. Four Death Eaters-including the menacing werewolves, and Malfoy.

　　 "We have a problem, Snape," said the stout Amikus, his eyes and wand fixed on Dumbledore: "This young man seems to be unable to—"

　　 But another person is chanting Snape's name~www.wuxiahere.com~The voice is very soft.

　　 "Severus..."

　　 This voice scared Harry more than anything he had experienced all night, and Dumbledore was begging, it was the first time ever.

　　 Snape didn't speak, he stepped forward and roughly pushed Malfoy aside.

　　 The three Death Eaters flashed behind without a word, and even the werewolves seemed to be frightened.

　　 Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, deep disgust and hatred carved into the rough lines on his face.

　　 "Severus...please..."

　　 Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Killing Curse!"

　　 A green light shot from the tip of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore in the face impartially.

　　 Harry's horrified scream was held in his throat, he could not make a sound, nor could he move, he could only watch Dumbledore being shot into the air.

　　 Dumbledore seemed to stay under the shiny skeleton for a second, and then slowly fell on his back like a big tattered doll, and fell from the crevice of the wall and disappeared.

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