Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 348: Conflict

Umbridge was wearing a pink cardigan, not his uniform at work. It looked very fancy, with several cat-like creatures embroidered with white silk thread.

With a few Aurors by her side, stars surrounded her like a moon, and walked in quickly from behind the stone gate.

"Is the duel over? Where is Dumbledore?"

Then she saw the mess in front of her, screamed, took a few breaths, and asked in some panic.

"Dumbledore died and died in a sneak attack by a mysterious man, and fell into the curtain of impossible escape." Professor McGonagall said heavily.

"What? It's impossible!" She stared her eyes with loose bubbles in horror, and said grossly.

Then glanced at Professor McGonagall.

"They are all witnesses" Professor McGonagall pointed behind him.

Umbridge was stunned, and after a while, he eased up, accepting the message, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"This news must be kept secret for the time being! Otherwise there will be a big mess in the wizarding world!" At the first moment of recovery, she emphasized quickly.

"I refuse to cooperate with your ideas." Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

She guessed something of Umbridge's thoughts.

Being vomiting for the ugliness of this woman.

Until now, she still cares about her official position.

"Death is not a shameful thing, and it is not worth covering up, especially since he sacrificed for the stability of the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"McGonagall! I am the Minister. I must consider the overall situation. I will order you as the Minister of Magic. This information must be kept confidential."

"I'm the vice-principal of Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall stared at Umbridge with her eagle-eyed eyes.

"Your overall situation? It's just trying to keep your current position."

Umbridge was frightened by her eyes and took a few steps back. It was the Auror behind her who held him back, and another tall man walked up to Umbridge.

The man has a strong appearance, his stiff hair is short and unsmiling, and his hair is pale gray.

"Dawlish, help me stop them." Umbridge was peddled by two Aurors, arrogantly giving orders.

The man stretched out his wand and stared fiercely at Hogwarts students and teachers, as if they couldn't leave without guaranteeing.

At this moment, Flitwick who was next to Professor McGonagall chanted a spell quietly. Because of his short stature, no one noticed him.

With a clang, the unstable ceiling above everyone's head made a few noises. Something seemed to have fallen off. It looked like a pure black iron lamp tube, hitting the head of Dawlish fiercely. .

There was a muffled sound from the huge impact, and the strong man wobbled a few times before fainting.

"You dare to attack the Auror? I want to arrest you!" Umbridge said incredulously, and then screamed, no longer pretending to be that sweet voice, looking very violent and rude.

"No, it's just that the decorations hanging on the ceiling suddenly fell off because of the disrepair here." Professor McGonagall responded politely and restrained, just how to listen. All a little angry.

"Let’s go, colleagues, children, I think we have to think about it now, how we should go in the future."

Mag said to the group, ignoring Umbridge.

The group hurried away from this place, and the remaining two Aurors did not dare to stop them.

Maybe there will be other "accidents" like disrepair.

Hermione's footsteps are a bit vacant and stiff.

The same is true for other people, most of their bodies keep an inexplicable and unconscious tremor.

It was because of grief.

Only Snape remained cold, and it seemed that Dumbledore's death had no effect on him.

After that one night.

He should not feel any deeper sorrow for the passing of anyone.

As everyone was about to leave the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic and re-enter the elevator to leave, Luna looked back at the arch that was not far away without any wall support, and the ones hanging on it that were a little broken, still Fluttering black curtains.

Even if there is no wind around, this scene is so weird,

The girl mumbled insignificantly: "Maybe Mr. Headmaster is still in this world."

And not long ago, thousands of miles away from the Ministry of Magic, there was a raging battle, but it was a little different from the battle in the Ministry of Magic.

This is a battle between the living and the dead.

More precisely, it was the battle between the long-lost Draco Malfoy and countless corpses.

It is said that this is also a place where Salazar once set foot.

In a cave where the entrance has been sealed for hundreds of years, today a new face is ushered in.

He flicked his wand, and the stone gate in front of him instantly collapsed and flew away~IndoMTL.com~ opened a channel.

There was a sharp contrast with the narrow cave entrance. After walking a few steps in the gloomy cave, raising the magic wand to illuminate it, it suddenly became clear.

The cave was hollowed out, and a huge platform was opened under the knife and axe, on which a wide stone step from bottom to top was built.

Several gray-black stone pillars stand above them, and one after another, carved stone snakes are wound around the pillars.

According to information given by Salazar.

This is the altar of a wild wizard who is crazy.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, except for Voldemort's congenital defect that was unavoidable due to the previous generation's going astray, there are always various incentives for normal people to fall.

This wizard is no exception.

An uneducated wild wizard hopes to try to use the power of magic to resurrect his lover.

It's just that even the resurrection stone, one of the three holy artifacts, can't be resurrected. How can a wild wizard do it easily?

The resurrection was supposed to be unsuccessful, but instead created a monster.

My spirit couldn't bear the blow, and I was plunged into endless madness.

When Salazar traveled here, almost ten nearby villages fell into a paradise for corpses.

There is resentment and unwillingness everywhere.

He lightly subdued this wizard who was walking towards the "necromancer".

However, in the face of countless unwilling grievances, he was helpless, and even Salazar himself could not be completely purified.

Only set up some magic circles, hoping to smooth over time.

According to his estimation, the grievances should have almost dissipated by now.

In fact, the opposite is true. The magic circle used to suppress evil thoughts has lost its effectiveness and may be infected.

The corpse seems to be spreading out of it endlessly.