Fawkes emerged from the flames, his long, glittering golden tail illuminating the surroundings.
Dumbledore smiled at Fawkes. "Thank you for your hard work..."
Just as he grasped Fawkes's talons, he felt something unusual in his pocket.
The bookmark he used to communicate with Wizet had stirred. Words in Wizet's handwriting appeared upon it: [Headmaster Dumbledore, Voldemort has left. I believe he is heading to Azkaban.]
"So that was it?" From that line of writing, Dumbledore immediately understood Voldemort's purpose. "It seems that making your soul whole has indeed helped you greatly... This is a good approach!"
Fawkes looked at Dumbledore, opening his sharp golden beak and letting out a soft trill that seemed like a question.
"Let's go outside first..." Dumbledore shook his head. "After all, I bear some responsibility for Heroes' Square ending up like this..."
"Since the message came so quickly and with such certainty, he should already be on his way to Azkaban. You needn't worry too much. Once we've dealt with things here, we'll head to the North Sea."
Hearing Dumbledore say this, Fawkes nodded in a humanlike manner. Flames burst from around him, swallowing both him and Dumbledore.
When the flames appeared again, Dumbledore had left the cage and appeared before a massive pit.
"Who are you?!"
"How did you get here?"
"Is that a red swan? Or... a phoenix?"
Amid the string of shocked cries, Dumbledore slowly turned around, a kindly smile appearing on his face.
After giving it some thought, he said in fluent Hungarian, "I am Albus Dumbledore. I hope there is something I can do for you..."
They were a group of Muggles dressed as firefighters, likely from a fire station near Heroes' Square;
That Fiendfyre had alarmed many Muggles. After seeing the flames at Heroes' Square, they had naturally called