Chapter 1275

Harry couldn't dodge, and he didn't want to. He closed his eyes.

Darren said he would accompany him to his death. Isn't this the perfect time?

They are brothers, shouldn't they die together?

But the stone platform in front of Harry suddenly turned into a tabby cat. The tabby cat blocked in front of Harry.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore and roared: "You're stopping me, you clearly know... you know why I'm so angry! I lost... I should take revenge!"

"Tom, this was all an accident, if it weren't for Darren falling into..."

"Enough, I don't want to hear anything, this kid must die today!"

Voldemort raised his wand.

A green light shot directly at Dumbledore. Dumbledore waved his wand.

Something appeared in the air. Even Harry felt a chill. Then that green light disappeared for no reason. Dumbledore waved his wand again.

A shield appeared in the air. The shield protected Harry. Voldemort sneered.

"This is the person you have high hopes for, you want him to live, but you don't want others to live!"

Voldemort waved his wand.

An explosion erupted beside Harry. The shield was blown to the point of near-shattering.

But it didn't shatter after all. It was still protecting Harry.

Dumbledore waved his wand, reinforced the shield again, and then, as if he didn't care about anything, he walked in front of Voldemort.

"Tom, I think..."

Harry saw Voldemort's scarlet eyes staring at him again. He knew Voldemort really wanted to kill him.

"Harry, don't move..."

Dumbledore suddenly turned his head to look at Harry worriedly. Harry suddenly felt his whole scar as if it had split open. He felt like he had become a monster.

He looked up at Dumbledore and said: "Kill me, Dumbledore!"

A fiery pain swept over him.

Harry lost all consciousness.

"Harry..."

I don't know how much time passed.

Harry regained his senses. He was now lying face down on the ground. Dumbledore helped him up.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry stood up silently, leaning on him. Okay?

He would rather have stayed unconscious forever.

"He's there, Minister, I just saw You-Know-Who..."

Someone's voice shouted. Harry saw Fudge with a large group of people at the door.

The whole hall was crowded with people.

The veil was blocked by a wall. It was as if it had blocked Darren's way back. Harry struggled to climb up.

He stumbled toward that place. He still remembered to pick up his wand.

He thought humorously that he couldn't push the wall down with his hands. But at this moment, Dumbledore grabbed him.

"Harry, don't go!"

"Harry?"

Fudge seemed to have just noticed Dumbledore and Harry, and he screamed.

He wanted someone to grab Dumbledore and Harry, but Dumbledore glared at him, and he retreated uneasily.

Dumbledore didn't intend to deal with Fudge right now either. He tapped a hat with his wand.

"Portus."

He sent this hat, which had become a Portkey, into Harry's hand.

"Take it, see you in half an hour!"

Harry only felt the world spinning, his stomach was hooked. He left this place.

When Harry's feet stepped on solid ground. He had already arrived at the Headmaster's office.

The hat in his hand had lost its effect and fell to the ground...

Harry couldn't muster the energy to pick it up.

He felt that doing anything now was meaningless.

He leaned against the window, watching the sun about to rise.

Even though everything was a pleasant scene, he felt tired just trying to force a smile.

He suddenly felt that his current state was very similar to Darren's after he returned from the Triwizard Tournament.

It was just that Darren worked very hard to smile every day so as not to make them worry. So Harry also forced a smile.

"I have to say, the way you smile is a bit like your brother Darren Potter, so, where is he? Didn't he stop you from coming into the Headmaster's office?

You know, you're not allowed in here!"

It was Phineas's voice.

Harry couldn't muster the energy to respond to him. He was also too lazy to turn around.

He stood at the window and heard other portraits' voices answer: "Obviously, unless Dumbledore brings him in, no one else can bring him in."

"This means Dumbledore should be back in this office soon!"

"I have to say, I like Dumbledore being here, and I also like Dumbledore inviting this rude kid's brother here, he makes me feel like I'm still young!"

"Little Darren is always likable, I suggested to Dumbledore before that he should let that child sleep here at night.

He can still chat with us, I just like talking to him!"

Harry listened with a blank expression.

He mechanically picked at the wood shavings on the window with his fingernails. Even when Phineas spoke to him, he didn't notice.

Until Dumbledore landed in the office.

He pressed Harry's shoulder and said: "Harry, there's some good news, none of your classmates died.

But they were seriously injured, so they were admitted to St. Mungo's."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

He took Fawkes out from his robes.

Fawkes had turned into a featherless little bird again.

Harry suddenly thought that Darren also seemed to have a phoenix. In his second year, that phoenix had even been reborn and saved Darren. His heart stirred.

If Fawkes could bring Darren back to life again... but he suddenly understood.

Darren didn't even have a body.

Darren fell behind that veil. He didn't know who had even blocked the veil. Darren couldn't come back even if he wanted to.

Harry thought dully.

He lowered his head again, his heart completely unmoved...