Harry bent over and walked out for a distance, then straightened his body and walked quickly towards the entrance of the auditorium.

"Hey, Harry!" He heard someone calling him behind him. Harry looked back and saw that it was Neville. He had a confused expression on his face. Harry waved his hand at him and slipped into the hall.

Dumbledore and his group were gone.

Harry guessed that they should have walked upstairs, maybe going to the principal's office, but he seemed to hear something from outside. He weighed a little in his heart, quickly ran to the platform outside the castle and looked into the distance. The sky was almost completely dark, and he barely identified two vague figures.

One was Professor Frieve, his height was very prominent, the other... Harry thought it was Professor Sprout. He tried to look further away, and no one else, and he realized that something was wrong: Principal Dumbledore's white beard was quite recognizable even in the dark.

So they separated in the foyer? President Dumbledore assigns other tasks to the two professors?

There were dense footsteps behind him. Harry realized that the prefects began to organize the lower grade students to return to the lounge. He stopped hesitating and ran towards the principal's office. There was a quiet place around, and he was the only one with heavy footsteps. He doubted whether he had taken the wrong step. He climbed two more stairs and heard a faint sound coming from above his head.

It was the voice of Principal Dumbledore!

Harry felt excited, but his speed inevitably slowed down. Finally, he came to the eighth floor, passed through a door, turned, and accelerated his pace. He knew that he was about to see the stone monster in the corridor. He was too familiar with this road and would not make a mistake even if he closed his eyes.

Moreover, he happened to know the password.

A dark shadow suddenly blocked in front of him. Harry was startled, his feet slipped and he almost fell on his back.

It's Snape.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" he asked coldly.

"I, I'll look for-wait, you're driven out?" Harry asked in surprise, his eyes crossing behind Snape, where it was empty.

Snape's face froze.

"You're right, Potter," he said in a flattering tone, then his thin lips twisted into a sarcastic smile. "The important people talk inside, the unimportant people - like me, are responsible for stopping the same irrelevant but unaware of the idiot."

"It was Principal Dumbledore who asked me to come!" Harry said angrily.

"When did it happen?" Harry was speechless, Snape's tone became more happy. "I just followed, but I didn't hear Dumbledore talking to any of the students... I suggest you go back to the auditorium immediately, while Mrs. Pomfrey is still there."

Harry glared at Snape, resentment arose in his heart. He took a deep breath, pulled out his wand, and was unsure of whether to release the patron curse and tell Dumbledore that he was coming.

Snape's eyebrows hopped hard.

He thought Harry was going to attack him, and Snape narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but mutter: Is Dumbledore just for this? He made him angry and was disarmed? Should he resist?

But Harry had put away his wand and gave up the idea of ​​sending messages with the patron saint. He was very sure that he had read the hints Dumbledore gave him, and last night Dumbledore also clearly told him that he would solve the fragments of his soul after supper.

But since other professors are present, it means that the principal does have other things urgently need to be dealt with.

Not many people know that the Horcrux exists.

"Where did Professor Sprout and Professor Flitvie go?" Harry asked Snape calmly, "I saw them out of the foyer."

Snape looked at him quietly for two seconds, and just when Harry thought he was still finding nothing, he spoke:

"They went to the school gate to pick up someone. Who was that person? Oh, Potter, I guess you were asking this? You always had a strong curiosity about things that had nothing to do with you... But I can tell you that they were ordered to bring the former principal's younger brother over, and I guess it was probably to say goodbye? Look, Dumbledore is indeed going to meet someone, but not you."

Harry didn't care about Snape's sarcasm, he stood there.

Yes... Dumbledore is no longer the principal, he submitted his resignation. It was not until this time that Harry was in the mood to think about the impact this news brought to him. A feeling of sadness surging in his stomach. He couldn't help but recall the little things he had with Dumbledore.

...

"I'm going to die, Minerva, Felix." Dumbledore whispered in the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall was shocked.

Not only because of this news, but it was like a wonderful drama that ended. All the previous suspense and clues were strung together and were about to be answered, which allowed her to gain some insight when she was surprised and overwhelmed:

Since the beginning of this school year, Dumbley has made various abnormal actions (she has not been unacceptable), until this afternoon Dumbledore suddenly resigned from the position of principal, and after Dumbledore sent Pomona and Philius not long ago, Professor Basharat's attitude was quite wrong.

Professor McGonagall could see that Professor Basharat was forcibly enduring.

When he was the only one left in the principal's office, Dumbledore, Felix and himself, Professor Basharat finally couldn't help but ask Dumbledore what he was going to do. The subsequent development became even more strange. Dumbledore handed him a fairy tale book with guilt, passing the time when he was bored, and saying that he would take the time to write to him.

Thinking of the trip Dumbledore said in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall barely understood.

But then something bad happened: Felix suddenly took action behind Professor Basharat and fainted him. As if he had agreed, Dumbledore took a step forward, hugged Professor Basharat who had lost control, and staggered to transfer him to the sofa.

Dumbledore stuffed the "Stories of the Poems of the Poems" into Professor Basharat's robe pocket and put a soft pad under his neck. After doing all this, he turned around and said the above sentence to the other two.

Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore's face seriously.

If it was a prank, he would usually compromise at this time, but Dumbledore looked at her without hesitation at this moment.

"Today is not April Fool's Day, Dumbledore!" she shouted, "If you expect to scare me, you did it, you did it... Oh my god..." She suddenly choked, her eyes filled with tears.

"Tell me, Albus, this is not true." She said weakly.

Dumbledore repeated the words just now in a faint but firm tone, "Sorry, Minerva, but I'm dying."

Tears burst out from his eyes and flowed down Professor McGonagall's cheeks, which were no longer young.

"But--you said before--travel--" she asked as if she had grabbed the last straw.

"That's fake." Dumbledore said calmly: "It was a trick I designed. Calm down, Minerva, you are a warrior who has experienced two wizard wars. Look at Felix-"

"Don't bring me with you." Felix said stiffly.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"Well. For those who are clear-headed, death is just another great adventure. I am not afraid of death. What really scares me are the people in the world who deserve nostalgia... For this I prepared this. Felix, can you please help me?"

Dumbledore asked politely, and Felix and Professor McGonagall followed his gaze and placed two large boxes on the left side of the long-legged desk. Felix's lips moved and he didn't say anything, but the two boxes floated out of thin air and landed on the clearing between the three.

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded in praise and said, "Lucky--"

"Click!"

"Click!"

Two crisp sounds, the lid popped open. Felix looked at the box, stuffed with letters.

"Miss Lovegood's affairs have inspired me - given that my identity is still useful, I hope that after my death, you will be secretly unannounced. These letters will help you, and I have specially classified them, so it is easy to distinguish them. Just send a few letters in the future, or occasionally mention my experiences on the journey in public, to create an illusion. Oh, by the way."

Dumbledore looked at Felix happily: "Your clone magic will probably come in handy. You have experience in playing me."

Felix knew what this sentence meant. He had disguised himself as Dumbledore in the depths of Voldemort's memory. To some extent, he was indeed experienced.

Professor McGonagall shook his body violently.

"Abus, you left us for this? Send letters after you die, pretending you are still alive in a corner of the world?" she whispered, her face turned pale.

Those blue eyes seemed to have infinite tolerance and understanding.

"I know it's difficult, but trust me, I have reasons to do it. After tonight, you can ask Felix to learn more details from him."

A noise came from outside.

"I'm here! Albus, see what you have to say!" Abus's roar came from a distant place.

"Okay, Minerva, cheer up!" Dumbledore said in a stern tone. After saying that, he looked at Fox. The phoenix was lying on the perch, sickly, and seemed to be covered with black and red ashes.

"Fox," he said softly.

The Phoenix supported his body and looked at Dumbledore. "Take him to Minerva's office." Fox responded softly, spread his wings and landed on the unconscious Grindelwald. A firelight, one man and one bird disappeared.

Dumbledore turned his head to Professor McGonagall and said, "Minerva, I need you to return to the office now. Pomona will bring some people to you. They are law enforcement officers of the International Wizards Federation and are ordered to transfer-"

"Professor Basharat?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise. Gu Feng

Dumbledore nodded.

"Be careful to keep it confidential."

"But, Albus, he is—"

"Let Felix explain it to you in the future," Dumbledore stopped the conversation, "My brother is here, and I won't let him come up again. I'm worried that he will use violence. He has a lot of opinions about me recently... By the way, let Harry come over, he should have been waiting for a while."

The sound outside became louder and louder, so his words seemed very convincing. Professor McGonagall looked at him deeply, "I am honored to work with you, Albus."

"So, Minerva," Dumbledore smiled at her.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly left, and seemed to be tripping when he was at the door. When the door closed again, a clear sound of breathing came from outside the door.

The spacious office returned to silence, and although a more irritable person would soon be welcomed, at least, it was quiet at this moment.

Dumbledore slowly moved to the edge of the sofa, sat down close to where Grindelwald had just been lying.

"Put those letters away, Felix, I can't guess Abuforth's temper. If he insists on reading, it will be troublesome."

"Hidden it with him?" Felix asked softly.

"Maybe. I have always been an irresponsible brother in his heart. It's good to keep this impression, but I can't care that far. If you plan to tell him, it's better to have a while."

Felix put away two boxes of letters.

"I thought you would survive because-"

"Because of Ariana?" Dumbledore asked softly, Felix nodded at him, and the old man laughed. "You forgot, Felix, there is another me in Classroom Seven."

"Ariana, thirteen, should be surrounded by seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore, instead of waking up and having two more old brothers. I am good at making a move and not letting her retain the memory of the last year of her life. That is too cruel for her, but she has the power of soul, which makes her different from ordinary memory and ghosts, and is even more real... If one day she is tired, she has the right to decide her own destiny."

The door suddenly opened from outside.

"Albus! And that bastard!" Abufort rushed in with a burly body, followed by Harry, Snape and Flitvie. "I don't know what kind of sweet words you used this time-"

When he found that there were only two people in the room, he was stunned.
To be continued...