A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 540 Then there is only one truth

"Dumbledore's life is about to burn out?!"

Voldemort jumped to his feet.

Narcissa said, "Draco overheard a conversation among the professors outside the professors' lounge, and this topic went on for several days."

"For some reason today, Dumbledore ate very little."

Voldemort pondered in his heart that Dumbledore was not young anymore. People of his age could leave at any time. He was afraid that he could not defeat the years.

In this situation, Voldemort was worried that Dumbledore would take radical action against him.

So the Death Eaters were called to hold an overtime meeting, and Narcissa told everyone Dumbledore's latest information.

The Death Eaters were shocked. The idea of ​​Dumbledore dying of old age had not occurred to them in decades, and the news came a little suddenly.

They soon became ecstatic. If that was the case, didn't that mean they could win without doing anything?
Voldemort was cautious about this matter and sent several people to inquire about the news.

After eating and drinking, Dumbledore came to the Hog's Head Inn, wiped the old wand carefully with a silk cloth, and prepared to have a good chat with his dear brother.

There were not many customers in the Hog's Head Inn tonight, and Aberforth and Fudge were sitting at a table chatting.

Aberforth had just told Fudge the whole story when he saw his brother come in. He stood up and said, "I'll get you something to eat."

He made his way to the kitchen, where dinner was prepared for Albus.

After the butter is heated, fry the lamb cubes first, and fry the potato cubes until the outer layer is slightly charred. After taking them out, add onion shreds, salt, black pepper, and rosemary leaves to the oil used to fry the lamb, and stir-fry until they are browned. Then add carrot cubes and flour and stir-fry until cooked. After returning the lamb and potatoes to the pan, add chicken broth and bay leaves, and simmer over low heat from morning until now.

The soft and tender lamb was full of the aroma of rosemary and bay leaves, and the slightly charred potatoes were wrapped in the essence of gravy, the aroma was so fragrant that Fudge couldn't help swallowing.

At this time, a stranger came and said in English with a French accent: "Please give me one too."

Aberforth said, "This is the last of them. If you're hungry there's some bread and sausages."

That was all the guest could ask for. He sat not far from Dumbledore and took a deep breath, as if he were eating the same delicacy.

Fudge kept asking Dumbledore about his health, whether his waist and legs hurt, and whether he was out of breath when climbing the stairs in the castle.

He is different from others and has other worries in his mind.

When the Magical Congress of the United States was attacked a while ago, Dumbledore was on the front line, leading people to investigate the scene and frequently examining the poisoned wizards.

It had only been a short time since he returned from New York when word got out that Dumbledore was in poor health. Fudge couldn't help but wonder if he had been poisoned at that time and was just holding on.

With this preconceived idea in mind, Fudge felt that what Aberforth had just said about writing memoirs was probably a cover-up.

Now the British Ministry of Magic is facing enormous difficulties on both internal and external fronts. Dumbledore is the white jade pillar that supports the sky and the purple gold beam that spans the sea of ​​Britain. If he falls, the society will be in chaos.

Fudge used to worry about Dumbledore seizing power, but now that he is leaving, he suddenly finds that he really can't do without him.

Aberforth served bread and sausages to the guests, and when he sat down at the table he noticed that Albus hadn't touched the stew in front of him at all, and he couldn't help frowning.

Albus felt his brother's gaze, but he had just eaten in the office and couldn't eat any more. But he didn't want to refuse a single bite to save face, so he just ate a piece of carrot as a token of his respect.

He gave a brief talk about his plan to write his memoirs, eating only a potato and a carrot.

Aberforth appeared calm on the surface, but his heart sank.

He knew that Albus had been hungry all day, so he should be very hungry tonight. However, he ate so little, which could not be explained by chewing slowly.

Then there is only one truth, if you eat little and worry about many things, how can you survive for long?
Aberforth began to wonder if the memoirs were a way for Albus to join forces with Charles to appease everyone.

Fudge also sensed something was wrong, so he said, "Don't worry, you can finish eating first."

Albus shook his head slightly and said, "I can't eat anymore."

Charles just brought a huge pot of beef stew with potatoes. If he eats another pot now, he will probably have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital after finishing it.

He said to Fudge again, "Cornelly, I want to apologize to you." Fudge's heart trembled, and a bad premonition came to his mind. He hurriedly said, "No, no, no, I don't think you have done anything to apologize for."

Dumbledore said: "I did make a mistake, and it caused serious consequences."

"For so many years, I have been bossing you around because of my arrogance, and I have never considered your feelings..."

He felt that what Charles said that day was very right, so he planned to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Fudge and speak his mind.

Anyway, I will write all this in my memoirs later, so I will just say it now.

Fudge was completely dumbfounded, he was indeed dissatisfied with Dumbledore, but he never thought that he would take the initiative to talk to him about it, let alone think that he would tell him what was on his mind.

Then there is only one truth: when a dying man is about to speak good words.

Aberforth felt the same way. He felt even gloomier when he recalled his brother's complaints about Fudge.

Fudge forced a smile on his face and said to Dumbledore, "These things are my fault. Don't take them to heart."

"I'm still immature. Just like a kid at Hogwarts, I'm rebellious towards the professor's teachings."

He was thinking that it was probably true that Dumbledore was going to write his memoirs, and it was also true that he was in poor health.

Memoirs are usually written after retirement. Normally, who would start writing while still working? The only explanation is that one feels that one's time is running out.

In the following time, Fudge listened attentively like Hermione in class, and comforted Dumbledore from time to time, telling him to let the past go and not to hold it in mind.

Dumbledore sensed that something was wrong with his expression and thought that perhaps the gap between them was too big to be bridged by just a few words.

It was difficult to deal with his younger brother now that there were customers in the store, but he was also afraid that too much would make Fudge really rebellious. So Dumbledore decided to stop at just enough tonight and pack up the stewed lamb that he had just eaten a few bites of to take back.

After Dumbledore left, Aberforth and Fudge looked at each other and saw the sadness in each other's eyes.

With two sighs, Fudge also left the Hog's Head Inn.

The customer in the restaurant quickly finished his food, paid his bill, pretended to ask what time the Dancing Grass restaurant would open tomorrow, and then slipped away.

That night, some people were worried, some opened champagne to celebrate, and Voldemort even drank two glasses.

Voldemort drunkenly said to Lucius and Narcissa: "I am worried that Dumbledore will force Draco to look for this place. Now we must cut off all contact with him until that time comes."

Although Narcissa was reluctant, she still agreed.

Professor McGonagall received the news from Aberforth that evening. She was about to call Charles to discuss the matter after class, but Harry and his two companions came over first.

Harry told her about Charles' suggestion that Dumbledore get a medical examination.

Professor McGonagall's heart skipped a beat. It was Charles who said that Dumbledore was going to write his memoirs, and it was also Charles who asked Dumbledore to go for a physical examination.

Then there is only one truth, Charles knows the truth, so he tried his best to save it.

At noon that day, the atmosphere in the professors' lounge was particularly solemn.

Everyone's mood was like a roller coaster. It fell to the bottom at the beginning, climbed up, and then fell down again.

Snape deadpanned, "I don't think the Headmaster needs to go to a Muggle hospital."

He specialized in potions and had a very good understanding of wizard medical skills. Not only could he treat myopia, but he was just as good as Muggle doctors in treating other injuries.

McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout looked at each other. They had been thinking about Dumbledore's death recently, and suddenly remembered that there was an inscription on the door of the Basilisk's Chamber of Secrets: "The one who killed Dumbledore was Snape."

These words kept ringing in their minds again, and the voice in their heads grew louder and louder.

On this issue, since Snape objects, we have to do it.

Professor McGonagall said: "You don't have to wait until the Easter holidays, check it out next weekend."

(End of this chapter)