The draw starts from Azkaban

Dumbledore didn't seem to be surprised at all by this. He raised his hand and murmured to himself, "Yes, it turns out, there is nothing. You have nothing."

Dumbledore walked forward lonely and saw that the surrounding scenery gradually began to change. From the past to the present, time passed and the stars moved. The stars in the sky began to change, and the surrounding lights and shadows began to flicker. He continued to move forward. The robes on his body were still changing, and in the end, he became the principal of Hogwarts. He stood on the stage, looking at his students tenderly, watching those students talking loudly and entering the school. , laugh here, leave here.

Among these people, there are Tom, there are boys from the Malfoy family, there are Muggle-born wizards, there are pure-blood families, they are friends, they are enemies, there are people who worship him like a father, there are people who hate him to the core, and some are dead. Lily, and James Potter who was laughing with Sirius.

It's a classmate, it's a regret, it's also the past.

He stood on top, watching the people below come and go in a hurry. Time seemed to speed up here. People around him came and went, but he was the only one standing on the stage, watching everyone come and go.

Leave, come in.

Everyone was busy communicating with their friends. Dumbledore stood on the stage alone. No one saw him. He was the only one standing on the stage. Beside him, the professors sat down, applauded, ate, and left. , everyone comes and goes, everyone has his own life, and no one pays attention to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't bother anyone.

Dumbledore looked at the men.

Until he looked up and saw a young man standing opposite him at the entrance of the auditorium.

Dumbledore is getting older, but he has always been so young and high-spirited.

Then, behind the man, an old man appeared.

He just stood there, looking at Dumbledore, his eyes were cloudy, his waist was stooped, he was thin, his mouth was pursed, and he seemed to never speak.

He looks a bit like Dumbledore.

Seeing him, Dumbledore's eyes were extremely complicated.

Then, beside this man, a timid girl appeared.

Behind the girl, another middle-aged woman appeared.

They stand together.

The mother put her hand on the girl's shoulder, and the father stood aside. Dumbledore looked at them, at Grindelwald in his youth, at his father who died in Azkaban, and at his melancholy The mother who died looked at her sister who died when her wand went off.

Suddenly he burst into tears.

Like a child, he covered his face with his hands and began to cry. Big tears fell from between his fingers. They were all on the other side of the auditorium, staring at him quietly.

"We're leaving, Albus."

Young Grindelwald said.

"We're leaving, Albus."

said the father.

"We're leaving, Albus."

said the mother and sister.

The sister waved to Albus. "No."

Dumbledore trembled, stretched out his hand, and stumbled to walk over there, "Wait for me."

he shouted.

But it was too late. The young Grindelwald straightened his clothes, turned around and left without looking back.The same goes for Dumbledore's father, Percival Dumbledore. He took the hands of Dumbledore's mother and Dumbledore's sister and left the door of the Great Hall without looking back. The lights and shadows around him were mottled and flickering. Dumbledore stumbled down, tripped, and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up and ran desperately towards the door of the auditorium, but the people around him suddenly became bustling, and someone caught him on the road and died. He grabbed Dumbledore tightly, and Dumbledore wanted to throw away these hands, but these hands still shook Dumbledore's shoulders violently, and shouted loudly beside him: "Dumbledore, Dumbledore! Dumbledore, wake up, Dumbledore!"

"Wake up, Dumbledore!"

The voice echoed.

The piercing and shrill scream completely broke the tranquility here.

Everything around him began to spin.

The Great Hall was disappearing and everything was changing rapidly. Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly saw a face, that of Flitwick.

Dumbledore subconsciously pushed him away and made a sound similar to drowning and suffocation. In the midst of a long sound that shocked everyone, Dumbledore suddenly sat up.

He even had time to reach out and accurately grab the "Bibi Multi-Flavour Beans" from the table and stuff them into his mouth.

Then, he fell down again. Fortunately, at this time, Professor Sprout was behind Dumbledore. He immediately supported Dumbledore to prevent him from falling.

"Oh."

Dumbledore was supported by someone and said softly: "Hehehe, Flitwick, be gentle, oh, it's not Flitwick."

He even said a little playfully: "I thought it was Hagrid pushing me, Merlin's beard, Filius, you are stronger than Hagrid, drag me up, Filius.

Maybe I still need some magic potions, and the Pharaoh's curse is really powerful. It's still so useful after so many years. "

Dumbledore sat on the chair with the help of everyone. Dumbledore took a deep breath. Madam Pomfrey kept observing Dumbledore. She quickly took out the potion from her clothes. , poured into Dumbledore's throat, Professor McGonagall asked: "What on earth are you doing? Headmaster?"

Dumbledore said: "What to do? Minerva, ask me to think about it, I am making a plan."

Dumbledore said: "Someone has to deal with Voldemort, right? Voldemort possesses black magic that is unimaginable by ordinary people, but black magic does not appear out of thin air. He possesses alchemy that is unimaginable by ordinary people, but alchemy also has its traces. Followable.”

Dumbledore said: "There is no end to learning, I am just testing my conjecture."

Everyone looked at Dumbledore who was half lying on the chair. Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand. The table began to reorganize and deform. In the end, it turned into something similar to a "big building block". He spat out a bottle of magic potion and poured it into his mouth.

The cold potion was poured into his mouth, and Dumbledore began to feel "cold" from the inside out. Frost even appeared on his beard, eyebrows, and glasses. He shuddered and spit it out. Take a breath of cold air.

Dumbledore seemed to feel comfortable, and he said: "Give me a toffee, Minerva, thank you, no, no, no, it's not the one in the khaki bag. It might be the smell of boogers. Give me the red one." Bag, maybe it’s strawberry flavored.”

He took a red bag of toffee and stuffed it into his mouth, but as soon as he ate it, he spit out a mouthful of fire.

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky."

He said: "What bad luck, this is a hot pepper smell!"