Hogwarts: The Exemplary Wizard I Am Chapter 910: The Phoenix's Song - Novel Cool

Chapter 910: The Phoenix's Song

Chapter 910: The Phoenix's Song

Malfoy was arrested without a struggle, and Snape dragged him out of the tower by the back of his neck.

Almost all the professors had witnessed his killing of Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall had spared Malfoy on the spot, all thanks to her decades of responsibility as a professor.

Kyle also heaved a sigh of relief, unconsciously looking around.

He knew that the real Dumbledore was nearby, but no one knew where he was.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward.

Her face was pale, and she stared blankly at the open window, recalling the scene she had just witnessed. After a moment, she seemed to suddenly lose all her strength and staggered.

Kyle was quick to react, and he transfigured a chair behind Professor McGonagall, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"What...what happened here..." Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Why...Dumbledore..."

"It's the Dark Lord's plot," Kyle tried to keep his eyes off Professor McGonagall, "He placed a special Killing Curse on Malfoy's wand, and if Malfoy couldn't kill Dumbledore, the curse would rebound onto himself."

"By the time I arrived, Professor Dumbledore had already made his choice."

"He chose...Malfoy..." Professor McGonagall murmured, wiping her tears with a checkered handkerchief, "Yes, he would have done that...even if Malfoy wanted to kill him."

"Oh..." Professor Flitwick let out a heart-wrenching sob.

Professor Sprout tightly clutched her apron.

No one spoke; it seemed like everyone was lost in fear and shock.

"Tell me, what happened!"

At this moment, Snape, who had taken Malfoy away, rushed back into the room, his anger evident.

"Tell me, Draco...how could he have killed Dumbledore!"

Snape fixed his gaze on Kyle, his entire being on the verge of an outburst.

Among those present, he was probably the one who found it the hardest to accept all of this.

It wasn't because of any deep emotional connection with Dumbledore, but rather, Snape couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy had actually completed the task given to him by the Dark Lord.

And before this, he hadn't known anything about it...from either side.

He had come here after hearing the Phoenix's call, wanting to check on the situation.

And right before his eyes, Dumbledore was killed.

Merlin's beard!

"I don't know any more than you do, Professor Snape," Kyle said sadly, "After I arrived, I only managed to take Malfoy's wand."

"You're lying!" Snape clearly didn't believe Kyle's words.

"If that's the case, how do you know the Killing Curse would rebound, and Draco wouldn't have had time to tell you this!"

"I figured it out," Kyle said calmly, "If you were here, you would have recognized it as Dark Magic too. Perhaps this was the Dark Lord's intention; he never intended to hide it..."

"Yes..." Professor McGonagall seemed distracted, "Dumbledore would have chosen to protect his students over himself."

Snape still didn't believe it.

Although Kyle's reasoning was sound, Snape's intuition told him that this was a complete lie.

Kyle must know more, and it was something no one else knew.

What they had seen couldn't possibly be the truth.

Snape ignored Kyle and jumped out of the window.

This action scared everyone, and for a moment, they thought Snape was so overwhelmed that he might do something drastic.

However, the scene they imagined didn't unfold. Snape, who had jumped out of the window, transformed into a cloud of dark mist and quickly found Dumbledore, who had fallen into the bushes.

"Let me see what you're up to!" Snape took out a potion from his pocket and sprinkled it on Dumbledore.

It was the Restorative Potion, which could dispel the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. During this time, he had always carried this potion with him.

But to his surprise, Dumbledore's body didn't change at all.

Then he took out his wand.

"Stupefy!"

"Disillusionment Charm!"

"Revert Spell!"

...

Snape cast several spells in succession, but none of them worked, and Dumbledore remained lying there.

This indicated that he was truly dead...motionless, like an abandoned rag doll.

Snape was a bit flustered and annoyed. He didn't believe this was a coincidence; Dumbledore must have hidden something from him, and this feeling of being kept in the dark made him extremely agitated.

But now wasn't the time to think about this.

Because the tower window faced the Quidditch pitch, many people had witnessed Dumbledore's fall.

The Quidditch match was paused as players from both teams, no longer concerned about Bludgers and the Golden Snitch, flew towards the tower.

The professors had blocked the area around the tower in the first place, but some players managed to bypass the professors with their excellent flying skills and reached the scene.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry shouted as he dove down on his broomstick.

"Get back!" Snape, who was irritated, finally found an outlet for his anger, "Put away your useless curiosity, Gryffindor, minus fifty points!"

"You killed him!" Harry roared back at Snape, "You must have killed him, you Death Eater!"

"Shut up, you arrogant, self-righteous fool!"

Snape's face was as dark as water, "Accusing a professor without evidence, Potter. Your behavior is enough to deduct a hundred points from Gryffindor, and you're confined to the castle until the end of the school year!"

Deduction of points?

Imprisonment?

Harry no longer cared, looking at the unmoving Dumbledore and the detestable Snape, he only felt like he had been hit in the head by a Bludger, desperately gripping his broom to prevent himself from falling.

He knew Snape was a Death Eater, but he never imagined he'd dare to harm Professor Dumbledore!

At this moment, a cat also jumped down from the Astronomy Tower.

But the cat's movements were somewhat stiff, and it even stumbled halfway down.

After landing on the ground, the tabby cat transformed back into Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry exclaimed as if he had seen his savior, "Snape..."

"That's enough, Potter," Professor McGonagall said tightly, her lips pressed together, "Professor Snape's words just now were what I wanted to say. Now, go back to where you're supposed to be, immediately."

"But..."

"Gryffindor has already lost points, if you still want to continue the Quidditch match, then hurry up and leave."

"..."

"I understand."

After a moment of silence, Harry turned his broom and left.

He felt like he had truly made a mistake; if Snape had indeed killed Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall wouldn't be unmoved.

But who else could it be besides him!

Dumbledore is dead, Voldemort no longer has an opponent, next, is he going to attack Hogwarts...

Harry's mind was in chaos, and he didn't even notice which direction he was flying until someone stopped him.

"Hey, Harry, even though you're in your seventh year, you can't just blatantly fly into the Forbidden Forest like this."

Hagrid grabbed the broom and pulled Harry down, "And what were you thinking? You almost crashed into a tree just now."

"Hagrid..." Harry glanced at him, unconsciously thinking, does he know about Dumbledore's situation?

He probably doesn't know, Hagrid rarely respects Dumbledore...

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Hagrid asked.

Harry didn't speak but changed the subject, "Where are you going?"

"To find Kyle, he should be in the castle." Hagrid said, "Those Warhorses have come again, they might cause trouble for him, I need to go and warn him."

If it were before, Harry would definitely be curious as to why the Warhorses were causing trouble for Kyle, but he didn't have the mood for it at all now.

"He probably can't deal with this matter now." Harry said subconsciously.

He remembered that when he had just flown past the Astronomy Tower, he had seen Kyle inside... that's right, he's also a professor now, he definitely won't be chased away.

"It doesn't matter, Kyle didn't care anyway." Hagrid said, "By the way, aren't you playing in the Quidditch match? What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest? Don't tell me the Golden Snitch flew here."

After saying this, Hagrid started laughing.

"The match has been terminated." Harry said.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, Professor Dumbledore..." Harry suddenly became a bit choked up.

"Dumbledore, he went to watch the match?" Hagrid looked down at him, somewhat distracted.

He wanted to quickly find Kyle, tell him about the Warhorses, and then return to accompany the dragon.

"He was..."

"Oh." Hagrid seemed not to have heard what he said.

"Hagrid." Harry said again, "Dumbledore, he was killed by someone."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, looking at him in a daze, "What did you say about Dumbledore?"

"He's dead, he was killed by someone on the Astronomy Tower."

"Haha." Hagrid couldn't help but laugh, "I know, you must have lost the match, that's why you're not thinking straight. Go and clear your mind, with Ron and Hermione, where are they?"

"I saw them."

"Impossible."

An atmosphere of sadness and fear began to spread rapidly, and like Harry, most people couldn't help but think of Voldemort, who was lurking outside the castle.

"Ha..."

A sudden, jarring laugh echoed through the crowd, sounding particularly grating.

Harry quickly searched for the source of the sound, and many others did the same.

Soon, their gazes fell upon a small group of Slytherins.

They weren't sad; instead, they seemed rather smug, and when they looked at others, their eyes carried a sense of superiority, as if they were above everyone else.

It seemed like they had become the masters of Hogwarts.

, in an instant, the other Slytherins around them quickly retreated, distancing themselves from these fools and mentally expelling these idiots from Slytherin.

Slytherins generally leaned towards Voldemort because he could bring benefits to pure-blood wizarding families. So, whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort at Hogwarts, they could accept either.

Of course, this naturally included some extremists.

But the question was, why would someone jump out and seek death when Voldemort hadn't even invaded yet? Why were there such fools in Slytherin!

As it turned out, their choice was correct.

Because the next second, this small group was overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

Everyone unanimously abandoned magic and instead resorted to a more primitive method, venting their fears with their fists and shoes.

At this moment, the Quidditch players' advantage became apparent.

They had brooms, and due to the Bludgers, the brooms were generally sturdy. Even if they were hit with full force on the ground, they wouldn't crack.

It was even less likely to crack when hitting someone.

As for whether the person being hit would crack... No one would consider this question at this time.

Harry, for once, didn't participate in this activity. He gave his broom to Hermione, whose eyes were red, and sat in a daze on the ground.

He still couldn't believe that Dumbledore had been killed.

"Are you okay?"

Harry smelled a faint floral scent and turned to see Ginny sitting beside him.

"It's a shame. I had just kicked a professor and he came to take away those bastards." Ginny smiled, her lips stiff, and it was clear she was forcing herself.

"Hmm..." Harry also wanted to say something witty, but couldn't find the words.

A moving song echoed from the upper part of the castle; it was the song of the phoenix, seemingly carrying a magical power, reverberating between the windows of the campus and the castle, swirling in Harry's heart.

Harry listened intently, and Ginny didn't speak again until much later, when they both returned to the castle together.

In the Great Hall, almost half of the students remained, unwilling to leave even after lunch was over.

They knew that Professor McGonagall would definitely speak about this matter. Rather than making wild guesses in the Common Room, it was better to wait here and see if they could get some news.

"I know! It's Malfoy!" someone shouted as they rushed into the Hall.

Hogwarts students often displayed extraordinary talents in unexpected ways.

This time, someone had managed to bypass the professors' blockades and find out the truth within a short time.

However, unfortunately, not many people chose to believe him.

Because no one believed that Malfoy could kill Dumbledore, just as no one thought a caterpillar could crush a dragon.

"It's true," said the person, who was treated as a clown seeking attention. "The Cadogan Knight in the Astronomy Tower saw it. Professor Snape was holding Malfoy's neck and locking him in an empty classroom.

"And the Cadogan Knight also said that Professor Dumbledore and Malfoy were the first to arrive at the Tower, followed by the other professors."

As he spoke, gradually, people began to pay attention.

Although they still found his words absurd, his earnest expression made it seem like he wasn't lying.

Some people quickly ran out of the Hall to find the Cadogan Knight painting.

"Ignore him," said Hermione. "Malfoy couldn't have killed Dumbledore, not even if you put a hundred of him together."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. No one knew Malfoy's abilities better than him. Malfoy couldn't even defeat Dumbledore, let alone kill him.

"That's right," said Ron.

The three of them were in complete agreement on this matter. Even as more and more people brought the news they had heard, Harry and the others didn't believe it.

"That Cadogan Knight has a screw loose," said Hermione. "He spends more than half his time looking for his Warhorse, and the other half cursing and provoking other paintings. Anyone who believes him is a fool."

...

They continued to sit in the Hall, waiting.

By the afternoon, Professor McGonagall still hadn't come out to tell everyone the truth. Instead, others who had received the news rushed to the school.

Among them were former members of the Order of the Phoenix, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, the Minister of Magic, and some old wizards with white hair whom they had never met before.

The one thing they had in common was their anxious expressions.

Mrs. Weasley also arrived, her eyes red as if she had been crying. When she saw Ginny, she hugged her tightly.

When Harry approached, she pulled him into her embrace as well. Ron stood by, hesitating for a moment whether to join them.

...

(End of Chapter)

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