Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 352: Raging Myrtle

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"... Albus Dumbledore's life was a great life." After a somewhat impassioned carol, the little man finished his eulogy and walked off the stage.

At the end of the funeral, the coffin without corpses will be moved to the empty space outside the auditorium.

There is no need to build a tomb for him, just spill the ashes on the Black Lake.

This is Dumbledore's will, but when McGonagall was making the will, he must have never imagined that he would have no bones left after his death.

Fox stood in front of the coffin and sang. Phoenix was singing a moving and sad elegy in a way that everyone had never heard before, as if the sadness in everyone’s mind became reality, in the campus and the castle. Reverberating through the windows.

Then it suddenly stopped its singing, spread its wings, and began to circle around the coffin. The golden red tail feathers left a dazzling trail in mid-air, and the faint red sparks touched the white one. The coffin was then ignited, bit by bit, bit by bit, eating away at the delicately scented wood. Eventually, the spark ignited a prairie fire, and the entire coffin lit up a huge flame, swaying with the wind.

In the light of the fire, I don't know if it is an illusion. Everyone can vaguely see the old man's kind smiling face and hear his indoctrination.

"Idiot, crying nose, residue, twist!"

Harry’s turquoise eyes reflected the wonderful fire, but in his mind he couldn’t help but think of the appearance of Dumbledore he saw at the first-year entrance dinner. He was very kind, and said at the end. Some thoughtless words.

At the time, he inexplicably felt that the old man whose nose had been interrupted twice was trustworthy.

But he failed to help him escape death.

The feeling of self-blame came from his heart again.

The burning materials were exhausted, and the thick flames gradually extinguished, and as the last scorching light died, a breeze passed by, and the embers rose up in a spiral first, and then was blown toward the lake in a swift manner. It turned into wisps of pale golden smoke, shining brightly under the shining of the sun.

And Fox, I don't know when, in this group of golden fog, his figure disappeared.

After losing its owner, the phoenix left at some point.

But the singing seems to have been cast by magic, and it still surrounds the surroundings, and the reverberation is endless.

For some reason, the murloc tribe and horse tribe that Dumbledore had been acquainted with did not attend the funeral from beginning to end, and even no representatives were sent.

The funeral was over, and it just so happened that it began to rain lightly, misty and rainy, adding a sad atmosphere to the entire campus.

After the funeral, some politicians such as Umbridge and some people from other schools left here first, and the students began to disband.

"Potter, Granger, and Weasley, you guys, wait, I have something to notify you."

At this time, Professor McGonagall called them, leaving the three of them behind, holding a black umbrella, and said solemnly:

"According to Professor Dumbledore's will, you will inherit part of his estate." Professor McGonagall nodded, and the tall black pointed cap shook with it.

"The will? The professor already knew he would?..." Ron widened his eyes in surprise, inexplicably,

"Even if there is no mysterious person, just a fight with Grindelwald, it is entirely possible that an accident will happen, leaving a will, this is normal, but it's a pity..."

As if knowing Ron’s doubts, Professor McGonagall explained, then sighed, without finishing the next words.

"Are the three of us alone?" Hermione asked.

"I'm afraid so." Professor McGonagall closed his eyelids and nodded heavily.

"The password for the office is Apple Pie. Dumbledore told me that if he has an accident, let you go to his office, and you will naturally know what he left for you."

The new principal, Sinknis’ office is newly opened on the seventh floor. Dumbledore's office is still the same as when he was in office.

No one has been in.

The three of them parted from Professor McGonagall, and the group of people walked quickly towards the castle and walked to Dumbledore's office, walking on the soft and soft lawn.

At this time, the number of people in the castle gradually increased.

"Help me! (Woohoo!)" At this time, a strange, dark armor was crunching in the corridor on the second floor, as if dragging on the ground.

Myrtle trapped in the steel armor shouted, but the steel pipe was stuck, but only made a ping-pong sound.

The three were walking in the dark corridor. Hermione was at the forefront, but her expression was in a trance. Her usual flexible mind was like parts lacking lubricating oil. The death of the old man dealt a huge blow to her.

But she still forced herself to recover, accept this reality, and let herself return to the usual state as much as possible.

As she walked, she wondered what relics Dumbledore would leave them.

Will there be a strategy against Voldemort?

She was thinking very attentively, and she walked towards Dumbledore's office completely subconsciously, not paying too much attention to the two people behind her.

The two boys who followed were left behind for a certain distance instead.

Just when Ron and Harry were about to speed up their pace.

The former stopped his steps.

"Harry, did you hear any noise?" Ron's head shook quickly, his eyes gazed around, and his short fiery red hair flicked along with it.

"There seems to be some sound." Harry nodded and replied, and looked around a few times.

"The sound seems to be coming from behind." He judged.

"Where's Hermione?" The two of them looked at each other at this time, only to realize that Hermione seemed to be walking much faster than them, and left them behind.

The message for help was not delivered to

Myrtle was imprisoned in the armor, and even her voice became reckless, she couldn't tell what she was talking about.

It’s just that she didn’t hear it, and it doesn’t mean there was no effect. The armor moved faster and faster, the helmet rattled, and a huge shadow appeared at the end of the aisle, staggering towards the two of them. Come here.

"Harry? Look, what's that? Ron turned his head and pointed at the armor that was advancing at high speed~IndoMTL.com~ Staggered, ramming, knocking a lot of people around. Sculpture.

At this time, his voice was loud enough to cause a warning.

"Oh my God! He is still rushing towards us!" Ron realized that the armor was not far away from them.

"There are so many obstacles!"

"There are so many obstacles!"

The two took out their wands one after another and aimed them at the black, metallic armor, casting a spell.

But the force of inertia is too strong, not to mention that Myrtle is now locked in the darkness, losing her mind, even if it is blocked by two obstacle curses, it has not reduced her strength.

The black armor just leaned back and slammed the two of them into a classroom abruptly, trampled and slammed like horses and soldiers, and instantly drove the rows of desks to seventy. Eight fall.

At this time, Hermione had already gone to a higher floor, and had not noticed that the two partners had fallen behind.