The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

"I thought everyone would listen to me."

Dumbledore looked at everyone helplessly on the hospital bed. He was panting like a dying old man. The black air of the curse had spread from his neck upwards, and a pair of charred and purple hands hung weakly beside the hospital bed.

Hagrid wept and carefully lifted Dumbledore's arm and placed it on the bed, carefully covering him with the quilt.

Professor McGonagall looked at him sadly, with tears in her eyes, "All

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