Fawkes the Phoenix emerged from the flames, his long, glittering golden tail lighting up the surroundings.
Dumbledore smiled at Fawkes the Phoenix and said, "Thank you for your trouble..."
He had only just taken hold of Fawkes the Phoenix's claws when he sensed something odd in his pocket.
The bookmark he used to communicate with Vizet had stirred. Vizet's handwriting appeared on it: Headmaster Dumbledore, Voldemort has left. I believe he will go to Azkaban.
"So that's how it is?" From that line of handwriting, Dumbledore immediately understood Voldemort's purpose. "It seems becoming whole of soul really has helped you a great deal... This is a good method indeed!"
Fawkes the Phoenix looked at Dumbledore, opened his sharp golden beak, and gave a soft trill as if asking a question.
"Let's go outside first..." Dumbledore shook his head. "After all, Heroes' Square ending up like this is partly my responsibility too..."
"Since the news came so quickly, and his tone was so certain, he should already have gone to Azkaban. You needn't worry too much either. Once we finish dealing with things here, we'll go to the North Sea."
Hearing Dumbledore say this, Fawkes the Phoenix nodded in a humanlike manner, flames radiating from all around him and swallowing both him and Dumbledore.
When the firelight appeared again, Dumbledore had already left the cage and appeared before a deep pit.
"Who are you!"
"How did you get here?"
"Is that a red swan? Or... a phoenix?"
Hearing the string of startled cries, Dumbledore slowly turned around, a kindly smile appearing on his face.
After thinking for a moment, he said in fluent Hungarian, "I am Albus Dumbledore. I hope I can do something for you..."
They were a group of Muggles dressed as firefighters, likely from a fire station near