He looked back at the crowd indifferently, his old face couldn't see clearly the joy and anger, and then the scattered eyes in the slightly cloudy eyes were concentrated, and he raised his wand suddenly.
Professor McGonagall didn't think much about it. Even though her brain was a little numb from the unexpected reality, she immediately stood in front of the students and raised her wand at Grindelwald. instinct.
But Grindelwald didn't attack them.
"I'm not interested in you weaklings." He raised his eyelids indifferently, and looked at the group of people in front of him.
Then, he slowly pointed the wand in his hand upwards.
A blazing, fire-bathed dragon suddenly transformed from the tip of the wand, violently moving upwards, dazzling and dazzling, wreaking havoc on the high floors, chaotic stones, bricks constantly falling from high places, smashing On the ground, flying smoke and dust splashed.
And he himself still maintained a zombie-like face, his figure gradually became transparent, and he Apparated away from the Ministry of Magic.
The departure of Gellert Grindelwald seems to indicate that this battle is completely over.
But the terrible influence has only slowly begun to erupt.
The result of this battle was enough to turn the already turbulent British wizarding world upside down.
Then the air fell into a deathly silence, only not far away, the broken cloth strips hanging on the bricks and the overturned seats in the ruins were attached to unextinguished flames, making crackling and burning sounds .
In order to prove their sense of existence.
In the large room, the fluorescence emitted by those reddish flames was so dim.
Then there was a shrill cry piercing the quiet atmosphere.
Professor Tenelawney seemed to realize just now what a courageous thing she had done just now, her legs gave way, she fell to the ground and cried bitterly, her eyes were blurred by the tears, she turned her pair of eyes He took off the large old-fashioned glasses and rubbed his eye sockets.
Only then do they have the strength and consciousness to begin to grieve.
The rest of the students looked ahead with solemn expressions.
Men are restrained and serious.
As for the only two girls, especially Hermione, they were already sobbing.
Dumbledore fell into the other side of the veil, never to return.
The most powerful wizard in the magic world today, the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, recognized as the greatest wizard of the contemporary era, the winner of the Order of Merlin, the founder and secret keeper of the Order of the Phoenix, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, Wesson The Chief Magician of Gamo.
The man with countless titles and honors died just like that, without even leaving behind the corpse that he should have.
No bones remained.
Those titles seem ridiculous in the face of the boundary between life and death.
Because it doesn't make much sense anymore.
Ron looked sluggish, his freckled face was extremely numb, his eyes lost focus, and he stared at the mess in front of him stupidly, as if he hadn't realized what happened.
Harry did the same, but reacted a little quicker than he did, and turned into a hysterical look, now blaming himself, if he had arrived earlier, could he have been able to stop him.
"No, he's not dead, he'll crawl out later, he didn't fall in completely, maybe the professor is waiting for us to rescue her!" Harry said hysterically.
He struggled to rush to the curtain, and then a powerful force restrained him.
"Harry, calm down!" Sirius on the side hurriedly hooked his arm.
He wanted to rush to the veil and pull Dumbledore back,
"Sirius, Professor Dumbledore just fell in, he'll be fine! I'm going to get him out" Harry's legs kicked wildly, kicking Sirius, trying to break free from his godfather's restraints.
Then he only felt a pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes went dark. Lost sanity.
It was Sirius who knocked him out before passively "calming down".
Then Lupine and Sirius looked at each other, and the former calmly took it from Sirius' hand and carried Harry on his back.
The phoenix Fawkes, who ran away just now, has quietly flown to the side of the crowd, using its bright red tail feathers to rub Hermione's robe tail humanely, as if to comfort her.
One or two drops of sad tears fell from its eyes. If there were a shrewd businessman here, he would definitely be heartbroken. The incomparably precious Phoenix tears fell to the ground like a waste of money.
Hermione was sobbing continuously.
She still can't believe this reality until now, how much she hopes this is a dream.
The mournful and moving phoenix elegy sounded at the right time, and Fox's singing echoed throughout the room.
The person who could reassure them the most died in Voldemort's surprise attack, leaving no bones left.
Everyone looked sadly at the messy Department of Mysteries before them.
"Maybe he just went to another world." Luna looked at the curtain dancing in the wind with misty eyes, and spoke in an ethereal tone.
Maybe she thought of her own mother.
Then she closed her eyes, as if she was listening carefully to Fox's singing, her head was shaking slightly and moving in rhythm with the rhythm.
But not long after, the girl suddenly opened her eyes again.
He squatted down halfway, and carefully looked at the fiery red phoenix on the floor with his hazy eyes, as if he had noticed something unusual.
Fox seems to have noticed that someone is looking at it with a strange look, and the moving elegy is hardly noticeable.
Luna's gaze became even more peculiar.
And no one except Luna noticed this was an anomaly.
At this time, even the Weasley brothers, who were always joking, had sadness on their faces.
There is no extra energy to observe Fox's performance.
Professor McGonagall's wrinkled, old face was full of sadness, and those deeply sunken eyes were staring at the veil that took Dumbledore's life.
She took a breath, suppressed her grief, and said to the students with a trembling voice, "We should go."
As the vice-principal, she now has to deal with it calmly.
She braced herself, and now she had to bring her students back to Hogwarts.
Voldemort could make a comeback anytime, anytime.
Just when she was about to leave, there was a sudden sound from the stone gate behind her.
Professor McGonagall suddenly tensed up, and Flitwick and Snape also moved closer to her, blocking the front for the students behind them.
False alarm.
Because it was none other than the current Minister of Magic—Dolores Umbridge.