"Okay, quiet down!"
In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Minister Scrimgeour, who had not slept all night and was forcing himself to be alert, was holding a press conference overnight.
The originally noisy hall of the Ministry of Magic suddenly became quiet, and the reporters all raised their microphones in front of Scrimgeour.
"Next, I want to talk about three things." Scrimgeour said to the reporter in front of him: "Just now, the Ministry of Magic successfully thwarted the You-Know-Who's prison break plan and prevented them from releasing the prisoners in Azkaban."
A round of applause followed.
Scrimgeour raised his hand to silence the applause. “What I’m saying is that they’re still going to keep trying to do that.”
"Do you think the mysterious man will not give up the prison break?" a reporter raised his hand and asked.
"Obviously," Scrimgeour said. "Fortunately, most of the worst Dark wizards were tried and executed. You will be grateful to me for that later."
"Minister, do you think the mysterious man will succeed in breaking into the prison?"
"As long as You-Know-Who is not completely eliminated, this is possible, so now you can shut up and listen to me." Scrimgeour's tone was not friendly.
The reporters looked at each other, surprised at Scrimgeour's rudeness. Why was he in such a bad mood after such a great victory
"Just when the Ministry of Magic successfully prevented You-Know-Who from releasing the prisoners of Azkaban, a group of Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts and tried to assassinate Dumbledore." Scrimgeour ignored the whispers and continued, "No Hogwarts students were injured in the attack. Just half an hour ago, the army of Inferi that invaded Hogwarts was completely cleared out with the help of the Aurors, and the Dementors were also driven away. More than 30 Death Eaters and dark wizards were caught on the spot and have been executed directly."
Scrimgeour's murderous look made everyone feel a chill in their hearts. More than thirty people actually killed people without any hesitation.
“Should it be formally decided by the court?”
"Believe me, you won't think like that in the future." Scrimgeour glanced at the reporter and said indifferently.
The reporters at the scene almost went wild, they all felt that Scrimgeour was hinting at something.
"The last thing is this..."
Scrimgeour raised his wand and made two wanted posters float in front of the reporters. They were wanted posters for Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.
"Severus Snape shamelessly attacked and murdered Dumbledore, who had always believed in him, after Dumbledore dealt with the group of Death Eaters who came to assassinate him. Draco Malfoy was the culprit behind the Death Eaters' attack on Hogwarts. The two are currently on the run." He didn't look at the stunned crowd and continued, "One more thing, tell everyone, Dumbledore's funeral will be in two days, if you want to send him off for the last time."
After saying this, Scrimgeour turned and left, leaving a group of stunned reporters behind.
In a moment, the hall of the Ministry of Magic was in an uproar!
What they just heard.
Dumbledore is dead
how so!
After the reporters came to their senses, they were trembling all over. They became extremely crazy like sharks smelling blood. They all hurried back to the newspaper office to report the incident, but they had no idea what Dumbledore's death meant.
In the early morning, countless owls swarmed out and spread the bad news to all parts of Britain, and one of the copies fell into the hands of Albert who was enjoying his breakfast.
"Dumbledore is dead!"
Yin Zebel stared at the half cup of milk in front of him, looked up at Albert who was reading a newspaper and asked.
"If you don't have an appetite, don't force yourself." Albert put down the newspaper and said, "If you get hungry later, ask Kara to prepare something you like."
"When is the funeral?"
Yin Zebel 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 gulp, then looked at Yin Zebel and said, "Sorry, dear, I can't let you take the risk."
"I don't plan to attend either." Yin Zebeier was very clear about his situation and chose his words carefully, "I just think you don't seem to care much about this matter."
She was well aware of the serious consequences that Dumbledore's death would bring, but her husband's reaction was incredibly calm, even giving her the illusion that Dumbledore was finally dead.
"This is the ending Dumbledore wanted. He didn't mind risking his own life to plot against the You-Know-Who. There's no point in me caring." Albert shook his head and explained, "Besides, I knew this would be the outcome from the beginning. This is also the outcome I wanted, although I have tried to change it."
Albert even suspected that even if Dumbledore's hand had not been seriously injured, he might have done the same thing. After all, he was a ruthless man who did not take his own life seriously at all.
"Why can't you talk about something pleasant!" Katrina reached out and took the newspaper from Albert.
"I hope we can find some pleasant topics." Albert kissed Yin Zebel's forehead and said, "I have to go. I have an appointment with Dumbledore."
"Be careful." Yin Zebel stood up and gently hugged Albert.
"I will."
"Wait, isn't Dumbledore 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 the headmasters will remain in Hogwarts," Albert explained.
"You can go with him tomorrow!" Yin Zebel looked at Albert's departing back and suddenly said, "You should also want to see Dumbledore off!"
"Forget it, I'll stay with you." Katrina stood up and kissed her sister's forehead, shaking her head and said, "You are more important now."
Hogwarts, Headmaster's office.
A large ball of dark green flame suddenly rose from the empty fireplace. Albert walked out of the flames, his eyes instinctively swept across the empty office, and turned to look at the person in the golden photo frame hanging behind the desk.
"I am coming!"
Albert walked to the principal's desk, pulled a chair for himself and sat down, then looked up at the elderly man who was still sleeping in the portrait.
Dumbledore still showed no signs of waking up.
However, Albert was not in a hurry. He picked up the latest issue of The Daily Prophet from the desk and continued reading, as if he was the real master here.
"Sorry, this is too early."
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 really too demanding for an old man!" Dumbledore said with a smile, not at all embarrassed.
"Then let me tell you an exciting piece of good news!" Albert suddenly said, "I already know where the last Horcrux is hidden."
"Oh, this is really exciting news." Dumbledore's face showed a moment of surprise, 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 closed their eyes and pricked up 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 stated the source of his information. "The last Horcrux is in the vault of the Strange family, which is in Gringotts."
"It's up to you to decide when to tell Harry. After all, this is what you prepared for Harry. I don't know why you deliberately went around in such a big circle."
As he spoke, Albert pulled out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, which contained a wisp of silver memory.
"You throw all the troubles to me." Dumbledore said with a wry smile. He was already dead, and the dead could not interfere in the world of the living at will.
"Then I will tell Harry the good news later." Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "This way I won't bother 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 be happy." Albert waved his magic wand and conjured up a cup of milk tea out of thin air, as if to say "Please talk, I'm listening."
"Put it away first. We'll need your help when the time comes." Dumbledore looked away from the bottle and said with a smile, "I've already prepared those things for you. They're in the metal box at the end of the cabinet on the right. 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 containing a letter, an old edition of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", a Golden Snitch, a De-luminator, and an 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 that ability. I asked an old friend to imitate it for me. It's made of the tail feathers of a Thestral, made of elderberry." Dumbledore asked softly, "How does it feel?"
"The effect is very poor. It is far less convenient to use than my current wand." Albert conjured up a bunch of white lilies out of thin air, and then disappeared. "It is said that only wizards who can face death can master the wand made of the Thestrals' tail hair. I estimate that the You-Know-Who will use it even worse than me. It will be difficult to deceive him with this thing."
"He will believe it. After all, he does not understand wands, but Ollivander does," said Dumbledore.
"I hope you are right." Albert took the wand and left.
As soon as Albert left, Phineas opened his eyes and said sarcastically: "Do you trust him so much? Believe me, that guy is not a good person. It is not a good choice to hand over the wand to him."
"Shut up Phineas."
A cane made an elegant arc and hit Phineas hard on the head.
Albert came quietly to the room where Dumbledore's body was placed. After such a big commotion yesterday, 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 he was sleeping, and the invincible old wand was placed next to the body. Albert easily completed the replacement of the wands under the ghost's nose.
When he returned to the principal's office, Phineas was being chased around with a cane.
"Why not give it a try? You will surely be impressed by the power of the Elder Wand." Dumbledore looked at the wand on the table and encouraged with a smile.
Albert hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out to touch the Elder Wand. Suddenly, a large string of sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, completely illuminating the headmaster's office.
It can't wait to serve a new master.
"It is undeniable that this is an extremely powerful wand." Albert raised the wand, closed his eyes and murmured, "Combined with my magical power, I feel that I can indeed do some incredible things."
Albert had no intention of testing the Elder Wand, but put it away directly. "But sometimes it's a good thing to be too obsessed with power. Maybe you shouldn't have given it to me."
"I believe you can harness it, tame it, and use it, because you are just as powerful and you 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 we continue to leave this old wand unattended, it will one day continue to stir up bloodshed. 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 that Dumbledore prepared for Albert.