"Just a projection of the Godric Valley?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded happily.

"So... Voldemort's last Horcrux disappeared?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's there," Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction. Harry was startled, a baby-like monster curled up in the grass, looking scary. "Voldemort's killing curse brought it here with you. I'll go one step ahead of you and went around. You came soon. It was a little noisy, to be honest, it was a little noisy, let's go somewhere else."

Dumbledore led the way and Harry immediately followed.

They were walking on a country road, with green bushes and wild flowers growing wildly on both sides, unattended, but very lush. They walked down from a high place, and the buildings in the village were clear at a glance. Harry was more sure that this was a fictional scene—the more modern houses he and Sirius had seen while visiting the graves, all of them disappeared.

Dumbledore pointed his finger in one direction, and Harry was surprised to find that there was a white light.

"Where is that?" he asked.

"You know," Dumbledore said with a smile, "you've seen it many times."

Harry couldn't see what was in the white light, but could roughly judge it based on his location. He widened his eyes: "Your home?"

"Yes, we will be separated there," Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"separate?"

"Oh--I'm sorry, Harry, you can only go back alone. My life has come to an end, and I think I will continue to walk." Dumbledore said, looking thoughtfully at the white light in the distance. Harry didn't know if he saw something he couldn't see.

"Life is at the end? You, Professor Dumbledore,"

"I'm glad you finally realized that I'm going to die, oh, maybe I'm dead." Dumbledore said, looking at Harry's wide eyes and smiling slightly: "Don't be sad for me, Harry, I chose this ending myself and realized it step by step. My life was long and wonderful, especially in the last year, which made up for a lot of regrets."

They walked a distance, and Harry was in a mess at this time. He mustered up the courage to ask, "Is it - is it because of me? To solve the soul fragments on me."

Dumbledore stopped, stopped and looked at Harry, "of course this is included."

"I would rather die myself." Harry murmured.

Dumbledore showed great tolerance and understanding, and he comforted him: "I just happened to think so. And - Harry, you are one of the reasons why I did this. Even without you, I would make the same decision, but it would be even more cost-effective for me if I could solve your problem by the way."

"But what should the school do?" Harry said in a muffled manner.

"You forgot? I've submitted my resignation," Dumbledore said with a blink of an eye. "Minerva and Felix will manage the school well. I believe they can do a good job."

"When it comes to Professor Hepp-" Harry suddenly thought of another reason, "He believes that exposure to the wizarding world is inevitable, and Sirius and Ms. Bones also agree with this view, and everyone is preparing for it."

"You're right," Dumbledore said in agreement.

"Only you can comfort everyone-I mean, when the news is made public," Harry said bluntly.

"I dare not take this reputation," Dumbledore shook his head. "In fact, I am as helpless as you in the face of that future. Felix, Amelia, even you will do better than me."

"Me?" Harry said in shock.

"Yeah, will you tolerate wizards to abuse Muggles?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry shook his head.

"What about letting Muggles enslave the wizard?"

Harry shook his head again.

"Look, isn't that good?" Dumbledore said with satisfaction. "Remember your choice at this moment, even if it's not easy to walk, you will never regret it because you're doing the right thing."

Harry was a little confused, and he followed Dumbledore into this familiar village. Then he discovered the "abnormality".

"Albus." A short, fat, middle-aged Muggle woman wearing an apron greeted her warmly, and Harry felt that her eyebrows were a bit like Mrs. Weasley.

"Mrs. Brenda." Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile.

"Little Bart thinks of eating at your house. He likes magic so much." The woman said.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore said happily, the wrinkles on his forehead stretched out. "Aliana likes children very much. She has prepared a lot of programs for the bonfire party."

"Oh, I know, she is always so kind, but I think it's too troublesome to you..." Mrs. Brenda said with some embarrassment, she took out two apples from under her apron and stuffed them to Dumbledore and Harry, "I baked some honey cookies and asked Little Butt to take them over tonight."

"You are so polite, Mrs. Brenda." Dumbledore said politely, they separated, and he and Harry continued to move forward.

Harry found it strange, but Dumbledore was obviously in a very happy mood. He could feel the overflowing joy from him. He took a bite of the apple and hummed some slightly funny country tune. Along the way, many people came to greet him. Among them were both wizards and muggles, but their common point was that they all knew the existence of magic, but did not show any surprises.

On the road, a witch dressed in hippie leaned against the wall to perform magic tricks to a group of children.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry finished listening to a complete tune, put down the half-chewed apple, and couldn't wait to ask: "Are these people also lost souls?" He clearly remembered that Dumbledore said that this is a gap between life and death. In theory, only wizards should be able to get here, right?

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said.

"Then-" Harry paused. Was Dumbledore fantasized?

"When I first arrived here, there was fog everywhere, and such an environment was obviously not suitable for conversation. It automatically became like this the moment I turned the idea," Dumbledore said. "It may be something to do with me."

They chatted like friends, and Dumbledore talked about the prophecy he saw from Grindelwald, "Skit played a big role."

Talking about Felix again:

"I think he is young and promising, not greedy for power, and clear-headed. Of course, he has been very independent since childhood, and sometimes I think he is too mature. I can't educate him like I teach you - I can only use other people to restrain him, such as you, Severus, Miss Granger, that sniff, Sirius, Remus, Neville... Before I knew it, there were already many people."

Afterwards, Dumbledore mentioned the prophecy he heard in the Department of the Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

"I think I am the prophetic lion—a brilliant one, but now I'm old. I'm a Gryffindor."

"Why can't it be a firebird?" Harry asked with his breath, "The phoenix is ​​immortal, isn't it? And you have Fox, maybe the prophecy suggests that you will be reborn in the fire like a phoenix and reborn..."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Oh Harry, you can't expect an old man who is about to love the world more than his young men of his generation. I have indeed dreamed of changing it. I left all the passion, longing, fanaticism and desire of my life in that summer, in my time. You are more willing than me to make the world better, and I-believe, they are waiting for me!"

Harry looked up and they walked unknowingly to the place where the white light was. He could not see anything before, but now his eyes caught some figures, Dumbledore's father, mother and sister, who were holding hands and looking gentle.

"Is this true? Are they true?" Harry said hurriedly, wanting to remind Dumbledore in this way. Perhaps his family existed because of Dumbledore, just like those illusions he had seen before.

"I know I will go on my own, but I will not refuse to fill my stomach before embarking on a new adventure." Dumbledore said softly, and Harry knew that Dumbledore was sober and determined, and he watched Dumbledore walk towards the white light and towards his family.

"I wish you good health, Harry."

Dumbledore said at last, and then the white light swallowed him.

...

In the mirror of the principal's office, Felix saw Harry open his eyes and his face had changed back to his own appearance. Felix let out a gentle breath, knowing that Dumbledore had succeeded. Fox made a short and sad cry, Felix stood up and dragged half of his "crapped" arm to Dumbledore. He seemed to be asleep, the resurrection stone ring on his hand flashed, as if breathing.

"Click!"

There was a clear sound of shattering. It was like a crack on the surface of the resurrection stone like a black gem. Then there was a dense rustling sound, and the cracks were densely covered with spider webs. At some point, the resurrection stone turned into pieces.

Countless firefly-like light spots gathered in the air and danced gracefully. Felix seemed to see a blurry figure, but it was fleeting. Dumbledore's hand drooped, and Felix grabbed the cold hand and placed it on Dumbledore's knee.

A magic wand fell from the cuff.

It's an old wand.

Felix hesitated for a moment and stuffed the wand back into Dumbledore's hand.

"Harry." He turned to face the mirror and said clearly.

At the same time, Fox spread his wings and looked back at Dumbledore who was sitting quietly, and flew into the mirror. The sad phoenix ringed in Felix and Harry's ears at the same time. Harry struggled to sit up. He was now in pain, but after hearing the professor's shouts and Fox's screams, he grabbed the glasses that were tilted to the side and put them on, and looked up at the flamingo hovering above his head.

Professor Haypu's voice seemed to come from the entire sky:

"Harry, Dumbledore left Voldemort to you, can you deal with it?"

Harry looked not far away, Voldemort's fingers moved and was about to wake up. He muttered, "Leave it to me." He stayed there, quietly watching Voldemort get up from the ground, watching the expression on his face from shock to suddenness, hatred, and finally only panic left.

"You ruined my last Horcrux in disguise as Snape?" Voldemort said sharply, grabbing his wand, looking around nervously, and shouting at the air: "Dumbledore! Hepp! Where are you? Come out!"

Harry looked at hysterical Voldemort and lowered his eyes.

"Stop shouting, I'm the only one here."

"Only you?" Voldemort looked at him in shock, and then he immediately understood, "They asked you to kill me? How dare they--" He suddenly stopped talking and revealed a hint of pity from Harry's eyes.

"Voldemort, you are alone, and behind me are all those who love me," said Harry, but his words would only make Voldemort even more angry.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort shouted out the name in his most resentful tone.

"Tom Riddle." Harry said calmly.

There was nothing to say, and at this moment, everything became clear. The same thought flashed through their minds: only one could leave here alive. The red light collided with the green light, and golden flames shot out at the intersection of the spells, and both of them tried their best.

The phoenix let out a loud squeal, like the drum beat of war, which doubled Harry's confidence. The red light completely overwhelmed the green light, reflecting Voldemort's face green, and his eyes showed a light of fear. The green light was forced back to his wand. Voldemort's body froze, and the fear on his face condensed.

His wand was thrown into the air and swirled towards Harry, but instead of reaching out to catch it, Harry let the wand fall to the ground. He stared at Voldemort, knowing that it was over.

Felix closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his light blue eyes and said, "You are tired, Harry, Fox will take you to the school hospital and ask Mrs. Pomfrey to check your body. And—" He hesitated for a moment, "Don't disclose Dumbledore's death to the public, keep it strictly confidential. I will find time to explain to you tomorrow."

The mirror in front of him disappeared, and Felix stayed in the darkness. Tonight was far from over for him. He kept dismantling the magic that belonged to Dumbledore in his arms. The spell was passively resisting, but under Felix's suppression, he could only tremble slightly.

...

The horizon in the horizon was grey green, which meant that dawn was coming in a few hours.

Newmongaardburg.

A stiff body was thrown into the cell.

Grindelwald slammed heavily on the ground like a broken pocket, and his body did not rise or fall at all.

"He won't die, right?" a member of the law enforcement team asked.

Then, Grindelwald heard the rustling sound of his shoes scratching the ground, and his feet stopped beside him, and then a finger was inserted under his nose. Grindelwald let out a shallow, even breathing.
To be continued...