Chapter 1,210

In fact, Fan Lin had to rest early. Fortunately, compared to Harry and Ron, Fan Lin's mood was not that complicated, but Fan Lin had to get up very early to pack his luggage the next day. Huo The Gwarts Express would leave one hour after Dumbledore's funeral. For this reason, everyone had to hurry up, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore's funeral was unavoidable.

In fact, when Fan Lin went downstairs, he found that the mood in the hall was very depressed. Everyone was wearing their most formal robes, and no one looked hungry.

This depressing emotion infected everyone, and everyone present had experienced that painful night. At this time, it seemed that there was no longer any distinction between colleges, and everyone was standing together scattered. Fanlin noticed that Cara and Goyle, those little Malfoy lackeys.

Compared to Malfoy, it is obvious that these little followers of his are more suitable to be Death Eaters, so that Snape will not be asked to take over this terrible task, and perhaps Harry can accept it more easily.

"Here, Hermione!" Fan Lin said, running over and picking up Hermione's bags.

Dobby has his own life, staying with Winky and Kreacher. Although it seems unharmonious, at least Dobby still looks happy.

Continuously, the hall that originally seemed a little empty also became crowded.

Professor McGonagall left Dumbledore's seat at the staff table free. Hagrid's chair was also empty, and Fan Lin felt that Hagrid probably couldn't bear to face this breakfast.

They lost Dumbledore, which was a cruel reality for Hagrid.

Snape's seat was naturally vacated, and to Fanlin's surprise, Scrimgeour was sitting in Snape's seat.

Very keenly, Scrimgeour's eyes kept scanning everyone present.

"Stop me..." Harry lowered his head instinctively. Scrimgeour was looking for him. This was a troublesome thing, and Harry obviously didn't have that much thought in dealing with a Minister of Magic.

Next to Scrimgeour was Percy Weasley, who had red hair and horn-rimmed glasses.

In this regard, Ron didn't show any signs of how he had met Percy. He poked up a few pieces of bacon and said swear words that he was not used to. Ron had forgiven Percy, but in his mouth...after all , Percy really doesn’t fit in well with the Weasley family’s personalities, even though Percy was once Mrs. Weasley’s favorite child.

Clara and Goyle also squeezed into the Slytherin table. As usual, the two of them gathered together and whispered softly. Although they had such huge bodies and no pale faces, they kept giving orders to them. The Malfoys looked strangely thin.

Maybe this is the lack of a backbone.

In fact, neither Harry nor Fanlin, not even Ron and Hermione thought much about Malfoy.

As for Harry, all his hatred was directed at Snape, but he did not forget the fear in Malfoy's voice at the top of the tower, nor did he forget that when another Death Eater arrived, Lowered his wand.

Harry didn't believe that Malfoy would kill Dumbledore. He despised Malfoy for still being obsessed with the dark arts, but now he had the tiniest bit of sympathy for him.

Harry was wondering where Malfoy was now, and would Voldemort order him to kill his parents and himself while threatening him?

"Okay, let's get started!" Ginny poked Harry and motioned for him to sit up.

Professor McGonagall stood up, and the sad voices in the auditorium stopped.

"When the time comes," said Professor McGonagall, "please follow your Head of House outside. Gryffindors, follow me."

They lined up and followed quietly behind their dean.

Slughorn walked at the front of the Slytherin queue. He took on Snape's duties. Today he was wearing gorgeous bright green robes with silver embroidery.

To Fanlin's surprise, he had never seen Hufflepuff's Dean... Professor Sputraw had ever been so neatly dressed; there was not a patch on her hat. When they arrived at the entrance hall, they I found Ms. Pince standing next to Filch. She was wearing a veil that reached her knees. Filch was constantly adjusting a dress that looked like an old-fashioned pleated skirt. This was the same as during the Triwizard Tournament. Ron's dress is very similar.

When Fan Lin pulled away from the constantly novel appearances, he realized that he was already standing on the stone steps of the front door, and now they were facing the lake.

When they followed Professor McGonagall quietly to a place filled with rows of chairs, the warmth of the sun caressed everyone's faces, but unfortunately, the bright spring light of Hogwarts in the past was also dispelled. Don’t let go of this lingering solemnity and solemnity.

There was an aisle in front of them: in front there was a marble table, with all the chairs facing it. This is one of the most beautiful summer days.

Half the chairs were already occupied by a strange group of people: lame and smart, old and young. Most of them were unknown to Fanlin, but some he knew were members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks (whose hair miraculously returned to its most vivid pink color) Color), Remus Lupin (Tonks wanted to hold his hand)...

Seeing this, Fan Lin quickly looked away. It seemed that Tonks was going to succeed?

There was, of course, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Bill and his beautiful wife Fleur, and finally Fred and George, in their black dragonskin jackets.

Then there's Madame Maxime (who, it's worth mentioning, takes up two and a half seats herself).

Later, it was Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, who came all the way from London.

After that, there's Arabella Figg, Harry's squib neighbor, the hairy double bass player from the Weird Sisters, the Knight Bus driver, Madam Malkin (the proprietress of Diagon Alley's robe shop), and Some people whom Lin had only seen but could not name, such as the owner of the Three Broomsticks pub and the witch pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express, and the ghosts in the castle were also there, almost invisible in the bright sunlight. , only discernible when they move, their disembodied bodies glowing in the bright air.

However, what surprised Fanlin the most was that Aberforth, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, the younger brother who had severed ties with Dumbledore, also came to attend his brother's funeral.

Sirius sat at the front. Sorry, he was blocked by Mrs. Maxim. If it weren't for his tattooed skin, Fan Lin wouldn't even recognize him.

However, now is obviously not the time to reminisce about the past.

Fan Lin and others sat down in the last row of seats by the lake.

People were whispering to each other; it sounded like a breeze on the grass, but the song of the birds came loudly from afar. The crowd continued to grow; and in a moment of love, Harry saw Luna helping Neville to sit down.

They were the only ones among all D.A members to answer Hermione's call that night when Dumbledore was killed, and Harry knew why: they were the ones who missed D.A the most...perhaps they checked their coins regularly with hope , went looking forward to another meeting.

Luna said more than once that she liked that place, but their busy studies left them no time to organize. Snape taught...

Harry felt a little regretful. What if D.A was still held as usual?

Is it Malfoy...

Cornelius Fudge came to the front row, his expression pained, clutching his green bowler hat tightly as usual.

Hmm... Now Fudge prefers the colors of the Forgiveness series, maybe this can help him get rid of everyone's usual perception of him faster.

Then it was Harry's turn to be angry, because he recognized Rita Skeeter, a person he had seen very angry, and grabbed her notebook with red-nailed hands; there was another burst of excitement. Shaking in anger, this is Dolores Jane Umbridge.

She also attended Dumbledore's funeral. Unsurprisingly, there was a strange expression on her toad-like face, a hypocritical memorial, but she was so happy that she took off.

A black velvet hat was placed on her iron-gray curly hair. When she saw the centaur Firenze, standing like a guard by the lake, she hurriedly turned around and sat down far away. On a seat.

The faculty finally sat down, and Harry could see Scrimgeour sitting in the front row with Professor McGonagall, looking serious and dignified. Harry wondered if Scrimgeour and the other important people were really sad about Dumbledore's passing, and he had forgotten to look for the source of his dissatisfaction with the Ministry.

He wasn't the only one: heads were turning around, searching the crowd with a bit of panic.

The people who came here were just too complete. If Voldemort was smarter, fought his way here, and then worked out a spell to destroy Azkaban, everything would be over.

"Look."

Suddenly, a brief exclamation woke everyone's attention.

Then, almost everyone discovered that there was a group of black shadows shaking several feet below the water.

That's the mermaid in the black lake.

Now, a group of mermaids gathered together and sang a song that no one understood. The mermaids were close to the water. Visible to the naked eye, fine waves appeared one after another on their pale faces. Their slightly purple hair flowed around. This music The music made the hair on many people's necks stand up. It was unpleasant music that spoke clearly of loss and despair.

When caring people saw the beast-like faces of the singers, they felt inexplicably. Although they didn't like it, Fan Lin had a feeling that at least they were sad for Dumbledore's passing.

Hagrid walked slowly between the chairs in the aisle. He was crying silently, the tears on his face glistening with tears, and in his hands, purple velvet studded with golden stars, held Dumbledore's body.

This glance suddenly made Fan Lin feel an uncomfortable sharp pain in his throat, as if Dumbledore had really left forever.

Accompanied by strange music and knowledge... Dumbledore's body curled up, as if all the warmth had been taken away.

Ron looked pale and shocked, and tears flowed quickly and heavily from Hermione and Ginny's faces to the hems of their clothes. They couldn't clearly see what was going on in front of them. Hagrid seemed to have carefully placed the body on the table.

Now Hagrid walked back from the corridor, sniffing his nose and making a loud sound like a trumpet, which disgusted some people, including Umbridge, this woman is really annoying... …

Harry tried to make a friendly gesture as Hagrid passed them, but Hagrid's eyes were so puffy that he wondered where he was going.

Harry naturally continued to mourn Dumbledore honestly.

Fan Lin followed Hagrid's gaze and looked at the last row, where Hagrid was facing. Suddenly, Fan Lin realized what was there.

It was the giant Grawp, wearing a jacket and trousers as big as a small tent, his big, ugly stone face drooped so docilely that it made him look human.

Incredibly, Hagrid's wish came true. Grawp put on human clothes and behaved like humans.

This is simply a miracle for a giant who was born with a mental defect.

Without looking for Mrs. Maxim, Hagrid sat down next to his half-brother as a matter of course. Grawp pressed hard on his head, so that his chair-like legs sank into the ground.

really……

Fan Lin wanted to laugh for a moment, but he would be beaten. Only Umbridge could laugh at a funeral.

But the music stopped, and Fanlin turned his head and looked ahead again. A small blond man wearing a plain black cloak stood up and stood in front of Dumbledore's body.

Fanlin couldn't hear what he said. They only vaguely heard some strange words: "The nobility of the soul...the contribution of knowledge...the greatness of the soul..."

This doesn't make any sense.

Surprisingly, there was something strange about Harry, which seemed different from the Dumbledore Harry knew.

He suddenly remembered Dumbledore's explanation of some words, 'itit', 'oddmet', 'blubber' ad 'tea'.

So, like Fanlin, Harry could barely hold back his laughter.

"You two, what's wrong?"

There was a soft voice to the left of Fanlin and Harry, and suddenly, Harry stopped smiling.

He thought of Dumbledore squatting by the water two years ago, very close to where Harry sat now, talking to the merman in merman.

He wondered where Dumbledore had learned merfolk.

There was so much he hadn't asked him, more he should have said...and then, without warning, the harsh truth, more complete and undeniable, flashed through his mind.

Dumbledore was dead and gone... He held the cold box so tightly in his hand that it hurt, but he still couldn't stop the tears from overflowing from his eyes.

He looked away from Ginny and the others and looked across the lake towards the Forbidden Forest, where the man was still mumbling.

"Dumbledore is indeed dead..." Fan Lin thought silently in his heart. Suddenly he sighed and chose the power of death. Dumbledore would probably not be willing to let himself stay here for too long.

Leaving Hogwarts, in another way, was a situation that was obviously more suitable for him.

Something is moving in the Forbidden Forest. The centaurs also came to show their respect. They did not go outside, but Fanlin saw them standing motionless, half hidden by shadows, looking at the other wizards, who bowed to the side.

For a moment, Harry had many thoughts. He was the one who was truly grieving. Suddenly, he remembered the night when he first arrived in the Forbidden Forest, his first encounter with Voldemort, and learning to be like a wizard with Fan Lin. Fight the same.

This is the wizard. Power contains wisdom. Even not long ago, Harry was discussing a war with Dumbledore.

"It is important," said Dumbledore, "to keep fighting, so that evil can be stopped, though never completely destroyed."

Sitting in the bright sun, Harry clearly saw those who cared about him now standing in front of him one after another, his mother, his father, and finally Dumbledore, all of whom were determined to protect him; But now it's all over.

He could no longer let anyone stand between him and Voldemort. His parents' protection meant that nothing could harm him, and he had to give up forever the illusion he should have had since he was one year old.

Harry would no longer wake up to nightmares, no more comforting whispers in the dark telling him he was safe, his last and greatest protector was dead, and now he had never been so alone.

The man finally stopped talking and returned to his seat.

Harry was inexplicably impatient. He waited for someone to stand up, he expected a speech, maybe a minister, but no one moved.

Then several people screamed.

Bright, white flames erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table on which he lay, rising higher and higher, obscuring the body.

White smoke swirled into strange shapes in the air. Harry thought that for a moment when his heart stopped beating, he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the fire, but the next second the flames disappeared. There is a white marble tomb enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which he rested.

Suddenly a hail of arrows whizzed through the air, causing several screams. However, these bows and arrows were far away from the crowd.

This was the centaur's sacrifice, and they turned and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

The mermaid also slowly sank into the green lake water and disappeared. (To be continued)