The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"Okay, be quiet!"

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Minister Scrimgeour, who hadn't slept all night, was holding a press conference overnight.

The originally noisy hall of the Ministry of Magic suddenly fell silent, and the reporters all raised the microphones in their hands to Scrimgeour.

"Next, I want to say three things." Scrimgeour said to the reporters in front of him: "Just now, the Ministry of Magic successfully thwarted the prison robbery plan of the mysterious people and prevented them from releasing the prisoners held in Azkaban."

A burst of applause followed.

Scrimgeour raised his hand to silence the applause, and continued, "I'd say they're still going to try to do that."

"Do you think the mysterious person will not give up the prison?" A reporter raised his hand and asked.

"Obviously." Scrimgeour said affirmatively, "Fortunately, most of the vicious dark wizards were executed after trials. You will be grateful to me for doing that in the future."

"Minister, do you think the mysterious man will succeed in robbing the prison?"

"As long as the mysterious man is not completely wiped out, this kind of thing can happen, so you can shut up and listen to me now." Scrimgeour's tone was not friendly.

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, surprised at Scrimgeour's rudeness, and why they were in a bad mood after winning a big victory.

"Just when the Ministry of Magic successfully prevented the mysterious man from releasing the prisoners in Azkaban, a group of Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts and tried to assassinate Dumbledore." Scrimgeour ignored the whispers and continued. Said, "No Hogwarts students were injured in this attack. Just half an hour ago, the infernal army that invaded Hogwarts was all cleaned up with the help of Aurors, and the dementors were all driven out." Let's go, more than thirty Death Eaters and dark wizards were captured on the spot and executed immediately."

The murderous Scrimgeour sent a chill to everyone's heart, and more than thirty people actually killed as soon as they said they would.

"Shouldn't it be formally judged by the court?"

"Trust me, you will definitely not think like this in the future." Scrimgeour glanced at the reporter and said flatly.

The reporters on the scene were almost blown away. They all felt that Scrimgeour's words were implying something to everyone.

"The last thing is this..."

Scrimgeour raised his wand and let two wanted lists float in front of the reporters. They were clearly the wanted lists of Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.

"Severus Snape, after Dumbledore had dealt with the group of Death Eaters who came to assassinate him, shamefully attacked and murdered Dumbledore who had always believed in him, and Draco Malfoy was The chief culprit of the Death Eaters attacking Hogwarts, and the two are currently on the run.” He did not look at the stunned crowd, and continued, “One more thing, tell everyone that Dumbledore’s funeral is two days away, if If you want to send him off for the last time."

After speaking, Scrimgeour turned and left, leaving behind a group of stunned reporters.

In a moment, the hall of the Ministry of Magic exploded!

What did they just hear.

Dumbledore is dead?

how so!

After the group of reporters came back to their senses, they were trembling all over. Like sharks smelling blood, they became extremely crazy. what.

In the early morning, countless owls came out of their chrysalis, spreading the bad news to all parts of the UK, and one of them fell into the hands of Albert who was enjoying the morning.

"Dumbledore is dead!"

Isobel stared at the half cup of milk in front of him, looked up at Albert who was flipping through the newspaper and asked.

"If you don't have an appetite, don't force yourself." Albert put down the newspaper and said, "If you're hungry later, ask Kara to prepare something you like."

"When is the funeral?"

Isobel pushed the glass of milk to Albert, kissed his cheek and asked.

"Tomorrow!" Albert picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp, then looked at Isobel and said, "I'm sorry dear, I can't let you take risks."

"I didn't plan to participate either." Isobel was very clear about his situation, and said carefully, "I just think you don't seem to care much about it."

She was well aware of the serious consequences of Dumbledore's death, but her husband's reaction to this was unbelievably calm, and even gave her the illusion that Dumbledore had finally died.

"This is the ending Dumbledore wanted. He doesn't mind taking his own life against the mysterious man, and it doesn't matter to me." Albert shook his head and explained, "And, from the very beginning, I knew it would happen." This is the result. This is the result I want, although I have tried to change it."

Albert even suspected that even if Dumbledore's palm was not seriously injured, he might have done that. After all, he is a ruthless person who doesn't take his life seriously.

"Why can't you guys have some pleasant conversations!" Katrina reached for the newspaper in front of Albert.

"I hope to find some pleasant topics." Albert kissed Isobel's forehead and said, "I have to go, I still have an appointment with Dumbledore."

"Be careful." Isobel stood up and gently hugged Albert.

"I will."

"Wait, isn't Dumbledore already dead?" Katrina looked at Albert in bewilderment, not understanding what "have a date with Dumbledore" was.

Could it be that Professor Dumbledore has returned as a ghost?

"It is true that he died and did not become a ghost, but the portraits of the headmasters of all generations will remain in Hogwarts." Albert explained.

"You can go with him tomorrow!" Isobel looked at Albert's leaving back and said suddenly, "You should also want to give Dumbledore a ride!"

"Forget it, I'll stay with you." Katrina stood up, kissed her sister's forehead, shook her head and said, "You are more important now."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Suddenly, a large group of dark green magic flames rose from the empty fireplace. Albert walked out of the flames, his eyes swept across the empty office instinctively, and he turned his head to look at the golden photo frame hanging behind the desk people here.

"I am coming!"

Albert walked to the principal's desk, pulled himself a chair and sat down, then looked up at the sleeping elderly man in the portrait.

Dumbledore still showed no signs of waking up.

However, Albert was not in a hurry, and picked up the latest issue from the desk to continue reading, as if he was the real owner here.

"Sorry, this time 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 too harsh for an old man!" said Dumbledore, smiling, not at all embarrassed.

"Then let me tell you some exciting news first!" Albert said suddenly, "I already know where the last Horcrux is hidden."

"Oh, that's really exciting news." Dumbledore's face was surprised for a moment, and then turned into a relieved smile, "You did a good job, so Voldemort will be completely finished."

Not only Dumbledore, but the other portraits had their eyes closed, quietly pricking up their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

"I caught Bellatrix and used a little trick to get the whereabouts of the Horcrux from her mouth." Albert didn't hide anything, and directly said the source of his news, "The last Horcrux was in the The Lestrange vault, which is in Gringotts."

"When to tell Harry is up to you. After all, you prepared it for Harry, although I don't know why you deliberately go around such a big circle."

As he spoke, Albert took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, with a strand of silver memory in it.

"You threw all the troubles to me." Dumbledore smiled wryly. He was already dead, and the dead could not interfere with the world of the living at will.

"Then I'll tell Harry the good news later." Albert raised his eyebrows, "This way I won't trouble you."

"Harry is not ready to face all that." Dumbledore shook his head and smiled wryly, "I know what you want to say, but that's not enough, Harry is not you."

"As long as you are happy." Albert waved his wand and conjured a cup of milk tea out of thin air, with a posture of "please tell me, I'll listen".

"Put it away first, I will need your help when the time comes." Dumbledore looked away from the bottle and said with a smile, "I have prepared those things for you, in the metal box at the end of the cabinet on the right Here, 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 from inside, which contained a letter, an old edition, a golden snitch, a lamp extinguisher, and There is an Elder Wand.

"You made this thing yourself?"

Albert picked up his wand, waved it lightly, and asked in surprise.

"I don't have this kind of ability. I asked an old friend to help me imitate it. Thestral's tail feathers and elderberry." Dumbledore asked softly, "How do you feel?"

"The effect is very poor, far less convenient than my current wand." Albert conjured a bouquet of white lilies out of thin air, and then made it invisible again, "It is said that only wizards who can face death can control the tail hair of thestrals The wand I made, I guess My-Know-Who will use it worse than me, and it may be difficult to deceive him with this thing."

"He'll believe it, after all, he doesn't know wands, but Ollivander does," said Dumbledore.

"Hope you're right." Albert took his wand and left.

As soon as Albert left, Phineas opened his eyes and said sarcastically: "You trust him that much? Trust me, that guy is not a good person. It is not good to give that wand to the other party." choose."

"Shut up Phineas."

A cane slid across an elegant arc and hit Phineas heavily on the head.

Albert quietly came to the room where Dumbledore's body was placed. There was such a commotion yesterday that most people were still resting. Only a few ghosts were patrolling nearby, whispering what happened last night .

The old man lay there as if he was in a deep sleep, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The invincible old wand was placed next to the body, and Albert easily completed the wand exchange work under the eyes of the ghost .

When he returned to the principal's office, Phineas was being chased around with a cane.

"Why don't you try it? You will definitely appreciate the power of the Elder Wand." Dumbledore looked at the wand on the table and encouraged him with a smile.

Albert hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to touch the Elder Wand, and a string of sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, completely lighting up the principal's office.

It can't wait to serve a new owner.

"It is undeniable that this is an extremely powerful wand." Albert raised his wand and murmured with his eyes closed. "Combined with my magical power, I feel that I can indeed do some incredible things."

Albert didn't intend to test the Elder Wand, but put it away directly, "But sometimes it's a good thing to be too obsessed with losing power. Maybe, you shouldn't give it to me."

"I believe you can harness it, tame it, use it, because you're just as powerful and don't really have to rely on it."

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction. He believed that Albert could really control the Elder Wand instead of being controlled by the Elder Wand.

He was already dead, so if he continued to leave the Elder Wand alone, one day it would continue to cause **** storms, and it was undoubtedly the best choice to hand it over to the most suitable person for safekeeping.

Of course, this is also the reward and reason Dumbledore prepared for Albert.

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