HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 441 Ending

Just like a dream.

Harry was pinned to the stairs beneath the Astronomy Tower, watching Della, wand in hand, get closer and closer to the weakened Dumbledore, the scar on his forehead throbbing with increasing pain.

In the morning, he was still joking with Ron about the letter he had received from Sirius Black.

Cynthia and Sirius were making a ruckus in Grimmauld Place for a long time, arguing and kissing in turn. It was hard to understand why Cynthia was so eager to leave. However, amidst the noise, the dusty smell in the house was completely gone.

Two days ago, Sirius finally gave in completely. Harry didn't know the specifics, but he could guess that his godfather was no longer putting on a show of tenderness. Cynthia was going back to France and promised to wait there for Sirius to come find her if he was alive.

In his letter to Harry, Sirius wrote, "Harry, Cynthia is going to decorate our house first, and then she will invite you over. It's sunny and the birds are singing. You'll love it."

This morning, just this morning, he pointed to the words and said to Ron, "What can I do? My godfather's heart has already crossed the ocean to France." Ron laughed at him and said, "You should be grateful you didn't end up with a vicious stepmother."

Ron was wrong. Although Sirius was old enough to have a sixteen-year-old son like him, Sirius had never been married, so Cynthia certainly couldn't call him a "stepchild".

He explained the situation to Ron, who immediately called him a "saint." The two then started talking about Cynthia's cold-heartedness back in fourth grade. They chatted for a long time, but the topic eventually veered off course and they ended up just laughing.

The morning was ordinary, but perhaps it was Ron's slip of the tongue and the word "saint" that led to him being approached by Dumbledore in the evening.

They arrived at a cave in the sea and rowed across the Lake of Corpses. The saint, in a cruel act, ignored Dumbledore's pleas and gave him the ominous water to drink.

That was already painful enough, but tonight, it could be even more painful.

The scar throbbed with pain, and a series of ambiguous whispers echoed in his ears. Harry nearly fainted, but the scene before him became strangely clear.

Della's new wand, which looked much like any other wand, suddenly shot out and struck Dumbledore, who had given up resisting. The green light condensing at the tip of the wand was colder than any black magic he had ever seen.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. He began to think it was just a nightmare Voldemort was giving him through the scar, and that it couldn't be real!

Della's actions continued. She waved her wand and swiftly shot a green light at Dumbledore's wand, which was hovering in the air, turning the revered wizard's wand into dust (strangely, directly destroying the wand did not cause any backfire reaction).

It can't be real, it can't be real, it can't be—my body... can move again...

As other shadowy figures disappeared into the distance, Harry suddenly collapsed to the ground, his body numb. He stared at the disappearing figure with bloodshot eyes, then got up and chased after it like a madman.

"Stop! Stop! Dee Riddle! Stop!" Harry roared. "Don't run away like a coward! I challenge you to a duel!"

As he wished, Della stopped. She turned around and gave Harry, who was getting closer and closer, a cold glance, as if she had just handed in an ordinary assignment rather than killed the headmaster.

Then, Della waved her hand gently, and a dark figure flashed in front of her—it was Snape.

"No, you can't! You're not allowed to leave!" Harry realized Della's intention and shouted even louder.

However, before she could finish speaking, the girl vanished instantly.