"Is this Dumbledore?"

Yuko looked at the observatory below curiously, and the three of them deliberately concealed their breath.

"I can't feel it in the cinema, but here I can clearly feel the huge magic power in his body that is different from ordinary people. It should be born in a magic family with a long history." Kuro said.

Yuko looked at the two of them, "Then do we want to go down?"

"Wait a little longer." Xia Ya looked at this scene with interest.

"Isn't this a very interesting thing to watch the great man die bravely, and to see the brave man willing to bear sin and bring infamy for the sake of protection?"

Kuro:...

"Your taste is really strange." Yuko said with a black look on her head.

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Smack

Just as Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore, a strange footstep suddenly came from the bottom of the observatory.

Dumbledore struggled to stand up and whispered to Harry.

"Hide Harry."

The observatory breeze blew Dumbledore's gray robe, his face shrouded in the shadows.

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to speak or show up. No matter what happens, you must hide it underneath."

Harry looked at Dumbledore at a loss, and the footsteps coming from below were getting closer and closer, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Harry, listen to me." Dumbledore stared at Harry calmly and seriously, "Believe me, believe me."

In the end, Harry made a decision and chose to believe Dumbledore as he did in the past.

He turned and walked down the observatory and hid under the astronomical instruments, his eyes fixed on the spiral staircase leading to the observatory.

After a while, Draco, in a black robe, walked up to the observatory from under the stairs.

He was arranged by Voldemort to come to Hogwarts to assassinate Dumbledore. He had made many attempts before this, but all failed.

"Good evening, Draco."

Dumbledore looked calmly at Draco who came up from below and pointed his wand at him.

"What are you doing when you run here on such a wonderful night?"

"Who else is here?" Draco pointed at Dumbledore with a cane alertly, "I just heard you talk to someone."

"I often talk to myself. I think this is very beneficial. Do you talk to yourself? Draco."

...

“Draco.”

Dumbledore looked at him sincerely and shook his head.

"You are not a killer."

"How do you know?" Draco's tone trembled. It can be seen that he was very scared now, and his hands holding the wand were trembling a little.

"Speaking what I've done scares you to death!"

"Are you talking about casting spells on Kate Bell and asking her to give me the cursed necklace? Or should you replace the bottle of honey with poisonous wine?"

Dumbledore stared at Decora quietly, thinking that although his eyes were not sharp, Draco felt that he had nowhere to hide in front of this old man.

"Improve that Draco, the facts you did are so bad, which means you don't want to kill me..."

"He believed me, I was chosen!"

Draco said excitedly, pulling open his sleeves and revealing the Death Eater tattoo on his wrist.

Dumbledore looked at the tattoo and was stunned for a moment. His eyes looked at Decora with a little complicated look, and then said.

"Then I'll save you some time." As he said that, he raised the old wand in his hand.

Draco's reaction speed was also very fast, and he directly raised the magic wand in his hand and recited the spell in the air.

"Take your wand!"

A ray of light flashed by, hitting Dumbledore, who had no idea of ​​resistance at this moment.

The old wand, one of the three most powerful gods of death in the world, was knocked away and dropped below.

"Very good, very good." Dumbledore praised.

Smack~

At the same time, the sound of the door below the observatory opening came again.

"You are not alone, you have backup."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco, "How did it do it?"

There is a magic barrier around Hogwarts, and ordinary people cannot enter at all, so Voldemort sent Decora, who was originally a student of Hogwarts, to assassinate Dumbledore.

Decora pointed at Dumbledore with a wand vigilantly, gasping to calm her uneasy heart.

"I've been repairing him whenever I ask."

"I guess there should be two, one pair," Dumbledore said.

"The other one is in Bojin-Blog, and the two form a channel." Delk replied, his voice still trembling.

"So smart, Draco." Dumbledore looked at him gently and said sincerely, "Many years ago... there was a boy... he made many wrong choices, let me help you."

"I don't need your help!" Draco's face was full of struggle and pain. "Don't you understand yet, I have to do this, I want to kill you, otherwise..."

His voice choked, "He will kill me."

Draco must save his family, and he has no choice.

Harry, who was under the observatory, saw all this scene in his eyes. He looked at the stairs, and a group of Death Eaters led by Bellatrix walked up the spiral stairs.

"Wow, look at who this is." Bellatrix, who walked up to the observatory to see this scene, said sarcastically.

She slowly walked behind Draco and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Good job, Draco," she said in a low voice.

"Good evening, Bellatrix." Dumbledore stood on the edge of the observatory, staring at the people, and said calmly.

"Don't you introduce these friends to you?"

"I think Albus." Bellatrix's eyebrows and eyes drooped, and he raised his chin slightly.

"But I'm afraid our time is a bit tight."

"Go on!" Bellatrix looked at Draco.

Draco stared at Dumbledore blankly, struggling in his heart.

"He is like his dad," said one of the Death Eaters impatiently.

"Let me do it."

"No!" Bellatrix retorted, "The Black Devil said it very clearly, and this child must do it."

Dumbledore is the master of the old wand, and if he wants to become the master of the old wand, he must kill or defeat its previous master. Voldemort needs an old wand with powerful mana.

If Draco kills Dumbledore, he will become the master of the old wand, and Voldemort will definitely kill Draco because he needs to get the old wand and is disdainful to defeat others with a low-level spell.

So Snape took action in order to save Draco.

But in fact, just now Decora knocked Dumbledore's wand with your magic wand, the old wand had already changed hands to Decora.

However, Voldemort didn't know that Snape died because of this. It can be said that he exchanged his life for Decora's life.

Harry raised his head and heard all this in his ears. He lowered his body and wanted to go up. When he turned his head, he saw Snape suddenly appear behind him.

She has a thin body shape, straight hair, cold eyes, unfathomable feeling, sallow skin tone, a large hooked nose, and a black robe and cloak.

He held his wand at Harry, and stretched out his index finger and put it on his mouth to stop the sound...

...

Decora's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and just as he wanted to cast the spell, a low voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Stop."

Decora turned his head and saw Snape walking up the stairs, with a gloomy face and staring with Dumbledore.

"Severus." The breeze blew into Dumbledore's robe, his eyes pleading.

"Please."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Snape. He did not hesitate and raised the wand in his hand.

"Avada Sauvignon Curse!"
To be continued...