She was accompanied by a few Aurors, who surrounded her like stars holding 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, died in a surprise attack by the mysterious man, and fell into the veil that was impossible to escape." Professor McGonagall said heavily.
"What? It's impossible!" She widened her puffy eyes in horror, and said heavily.
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 a big mess in the wizarding world!" She emphasized quickly the first time she came back to her senses.
"I refuse to cooperate with your idea." Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
She guessed something of Umbridge's thoughts.
I am disgusted by the ugliness of this woman.
Until now, she is still concerned about her official position.
"Death is nothing shameful, and it's not worth covering up, especially since he died for the stability of the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall then said seriously.
"McGonagall! I am the Minister, and I must consider the overall situation. I order you as the Minister of Magic. This news must be kept secret."
"I am the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall looked directly at Umbridge with her eagle-like eyes.
"Your overall situation? It's just to keep your current position."
Umbridge took a few steps back frightened by her eyes, but it was the Auror behind her who supported him, and another tall man walked up to Umbridge.
The man has a strong appearance, with short, straight hair and a serious smile, and his hair has a light gray color.
"Dawlish, stop them for me." Umbridge was held up by the two Aurors, giving orders arrogantly.
The man held out his wand and stared viciously at one of Hogwarts' students and teachers, as if they couldn't leave without making a pledge.
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 already unstable ceiling above everyone's heads made several noises. It seemed that something fell down. It looked like a pure black iron lamp tube, which hit Dawlish's head fiercely.
The huge impact made a muffled sound, the strong man wobbled a few times, and then fainted.
"You dare to attack the Aurors? I'm going to arrest you!" Umbridge said in disbelief, and then screamed, no longer pretending to be that cute voice, looking very irritable and rude.
"No, it's just that the decorations hanging from the ceiling suddenly fell due to the long-term disrepair here." Professor McGonagall responded politely and restrainedly, just how to listen. All a little angry.
"Let's go, colleagues, children, I think we have to think about how we should go in the future."
McGonagall said to the group, ignoring Umbridge.
A group of people hurried away from this place, and the remaining two Aurors did not dare to stop them.
Maybe there will be some other "accident" like falling into disrepair.
Hermione's footsteps were a little fluffy and stiff.
The same is true for other people, and most of their bodies maintain an inexplicable unconscious trembling.
That is out of grief.
Only Snape still had that cold look, and Dumbledore's death seemed to have no effect on him.
after that certain night.
He should not have mourned the loss of any one more deeply.
When everyone was about to leave the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic and stepped on the elevator to leave again, Luna looked back at the arch not far away that was not supported by any walls, and the somewhat damaged and floating Black valances.
Even though there is no wind around, the scene is so eerie,
The girl muttered insignificantly: "Maybe Mr. Principal is still in this world."
And not long ago, thousands of miles away from the Ministry of Magic, there was also a battle in full swing, but compared with the battle that took place in the Ministry of Magic, it was slightly different.
This is a battle between the living and the dead.
More precisely, the battle between the long-lost Draco Malfoy and the countless Inferi.
It is said that this is also a place where Salazar once set foot.
In a cave whose entrance has been sealed for hundreds of years, a new face ushered in today.
He flicked his wand lightly, and the stone gate in front of him instantly burst into pieces, opening up a passage.
There is a sharp contrast with the narrow cave entrance. After walking a few steps in the dark cave, holding up the magic wand to illuminate it, it suddenly becomes clear.
The cave was hollowed out, and a huge platform was opened up with a knife and an axe. On the platform, a wide stone step was built from bottom to top.
There are several gray-black stone pillars standing on it, and carved stone snakes are wrapped around the pillars.
According to the information given by Salazar.
This is the altar of an insane wild wizard.
Whether it's a wizard or a Muggle, except for Voldemort's unavoidable congenital defects that go astray due to the previous generation, there are always various incentives for normal people to degenerate.
This wizard is no exception.
An uneducated wild wizard wishes to attempt to use the power of magic to bring his lover back to life.
However, even the Resurrection Stone, one of the three holy artifacts, cannot truly resurrect, so how can a wild wizard do it easily
The resurrection should have been unsuccessful, but instead created a monster.
His spirit couldn't bear the blow, and he fell into endless madness.
When Salazar traveled here, nearly ten nearby villages almost all fell into the paradise of the corpse.
There is resentment and resentment everywhere.
He lightly subdued this wizard who was a bit towards the "Necromancer".
However, he was helpless in the face of countless grievances condensed by unwillingness, and even Salazar himself could not completely purify them.
Can only set some circles and expect to smooth over time.
According to his estimation, by now, the grievances should have almost dissipated.
In fact, it's the opposite. The magic circle used to suppress evil thoughts has lost its effect, and may have been infected.
Infernal corpses seem to be spreading out of it in an endless stream.