How Old Was Albus Dumbledore When He Died の小説・ストーリー

Then, he changed the topic by saying, "By the way, haven't you found your mate?" I gulped for a while, feeling afraid for revealing the truth, so I said, "Not yet. Why are you bringing this up again?" Albus was silent for a few seconds. He subsequently continued, "It's because you have reached your age limit. Having chosen mate in your thirties is also ideal, isn't it?" "I know what you meant by, Albus. Nevertheless, I still believe in finding fated mate. It's not just a myth." I began to assure him although I knew that he had his own principle since he was once a married-man.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

I sat there though, wrapping my hands around his shoulder as I laid my head on his back and hoped that was going to be enough for him. I thought of who could have taken Albert so we could know how to find him. It couldn't have been the dark wizard as he had been injured and couldn't morph into his physical form. The only apprentice that I knew with him was Sasha and she was dead. I had been there when she was buried so there could be no doubt about that. I was convinced that she was dead. I didn't think that the dark wizard had had the time to form a relationship or an alliance with another person who could be his apprentice who could do his dirty work before he was struck with the reversal

Chansey was way too beautiful. Little did they know Henry had a hard time controlling himself against Chansey. Henry was overwhelmed. He had faced too many temptations recently. Henry realized he needed to make a firm decision soon. Meanwhile, Albus had arrived at his destination. He stared in shock at the elderly man, whose face was extremely wrinkled, with white hair covering his head. "What happened to you, Elder Drayson?" he asked in disbelief. The last time they met, the elder appeared to be in his 50s or 60s, with a full head of black hair. At that moment, he looked frail, as if he was dying soon.

Albus was a wrinkled, bony old man on the brink of death, and there seemed to be not a wisp of black miasma wafting out in sight. It seemed like the Holy One had trapped the Power of Destruction in Albus' body using some special method so that it would continuously feed on the spirit energy inside Albus' body.

I was relieved it didn't open new wounds, because that would be the last thing I wanted to do here. After thinking for quite a while, Bella responded, although her tone oddly dropped. "The former Alpha died just after Draco and Marius turned seven.” My eyes widened, “I am so sorry!” I nearly screamed, hoping she wasn't going to cry because she looked like she did. ‘She couldn't possibly be part of the family right?’ I asked myself, hoping it wasn't the case. Bella smiled, slowly shaking her head. “It's not like that. Just thinking about that day makes me emotional and I barely remember everything."

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

Not after she put my friend in such a condition. “T-the wizard w-who made the potion can surely reverse it.” “Where is he?” I let go of her. But as soon as I asked, she smirked. “That’s the thing though. That wizard already died…” ‘You… Don’t you dare play with me! If–” “I am not lying! He is really dead!” That instantly made me weak. I was about to punish Nancy when I heard Albert start whimpering through our mindlink. “I think I'm going to die…Can't I see you once more before it...little princess?” he complained. His voice was already weak.

"Because he died," Alfred stated. His breathing was uneven as he stared at the picture. "Logan Brown died thirty-five years ago. Before you were even born." Damian looked at Sebastian, then back to his father. "Sit down. Explain." Alfred walked over to the leather chair across from Damian and sat down heavily. He didn't look away from the photograph.