Chapter 1,211

All in all, Dumbledore's funeral ends here.

Along with the mermaid's exit, the teachers and students of Hogwarts also left one after another.

Dumbledore was buried forever on the small island in the middle of the lake. In fact, Fanlin had been thinking about whether Voldemort would follow the instructions and take away Dumbledore's wand. But now, the wand belongs to Malfoy, and in After this, the wand will belong to Harry.

However, will Voldemort, who has gained the power of death, lose control of his wand?

At least, this was the case when we were in Greece, and the Elder Wand almost escaped Dumbledore's control.

It can be said that this is a powerful wand, but it is not easy to use.

Dumbledore was obviously aware of this problem, and leaving the Elder Wand to Voldemort was obviously not too difficult to accept.

Of course, Dumbledore no longer needs to think about it. In fact, Dumbledore has not really left, so many things still need to be done by himself, and this candidate is naturally Rutherford, who will take Dumbledore's corpse. An old bat brought to the extreme.

But in fact, there are still a lot of troubles. The one with the clearest idea is Dumbledore. And because of his departure, many things cannot be carried out, such as future arrangements, etc. This makes Harry confused, and then He suddenly became sober again, at least for Harry for now.

Harry turned his head to look at Ginny, and then looked at his three friends. Ron's face was distorted by the direct sunlight, Hermione's face was shining with tears, Fanlin was lowering his head, and Jin Ni did not continue to cry.

She returned Harry's gaze, her eyes firm and intense.

Harry had seen this look from Ginny when she came to hug him after the Quidditch match in Harry's absence, and they had connected in that moment. Harry knew that when he told Ginny of his decision, she would accept it without saying "be careful" or "don't do it" because they were expecting the same thing.

Harry took a deep breath and made up his mind to say what he had been wanting to say since Dumbledore's death. Although it made his whole body tremble, Harry had to do it.

Harry's unusual movements also successfully attracted the attention of several people in Fanlin.

"Hey! Ginny, listen..." Harry said quietly, as people stood up and the buzz of conversation grew louder, "I can't hold you back anymore. We have to stop seeing each other. We... we can't Together."

"What?" Hermione looked very shocked, "You are crazy..."

"Let Harry finish, Hermione!" Fan Lin said, Harry glanced at Fan Lin gratefully, and then moved his eyes to Ginny.

Harry was a little hesitant. In fact, he had thought about this sentence for a long time and mustered up the courage. But in fact, as soon as he said it, Harry couldn't help but start to regret it.

Are you being too irresponsible?

Will Ginny...

However, Ginny didn't have any extreme reaction. She said with a strange and twisted smile: "You must have your noble but stupid reasons, right?"

To be honest, this reaction was even more terrifying, so much so that Harry stuttered a little.

"I, I mean... it's like... it seems like some things shouldn't belong to someone's life. These few weeks with you..." Harry hesitated, "But I Can't... we can't... I have to do this alone now."

Ginny looked at him blankly, not crying, she just looked at him.

"Voldemort almost always takes advantage of his enemies. He once used you as bait, and that was simply because you were my best friend's sister. If we stay together, you will be more dangerous. He will know, and he will Got it. He will try to find me through you," Harry said hurriedly. He wanted to say that it's not that I don't love you, but...

This only seems to make things worse.

"What if I don't care?" Ginny said cruelly.

"But I care," Harry said. "How do you think I would feel if I attended your funeral today... It would be my fault..."

Ginny turned her head away from him and moved her gaze towards the lake.

"I never gave up on you," she said, "not really. I wish...Hermione told me to live a good life, try to date other people, relax a little bit in your presence. I never used to give up when you were around. It's silent, remember? She said if I act like myself, maybe you'll notice me."

"Clever girl, that Hermione..." Harry said, forcing a smile, "I wish we had started earlier, so that we might have been together for a long time...months...maybe years... "

"But you have to be busy saving the world," Ginny laughed. "Well... I'm actually not surprised. I knew it would end like this. I know that only when you kill Voldemort will you be truly happy. Maybe that's why I This is why I like you so much.”

These words made Harry feel heartbroken, and he even felt that if he sat next to her again, he would be unable to break up with her.

He saw Fanlin hugging Hermione and stroking her hair. She cried on his shoulder, and tears fell down his long nose.

And Ron's face was complicated, maybe because of his sister, or maybe because of himself?

It's hard to describe Ron's mood.

Suddenly, Ron turned his head, and there seemed to be someone looking at him. This look made him feel very familiar, and it had been with him all year long.

Harry stood up painfully, turned his back to Ginny and Dumbledore's graves, and walked along the lake...

Harry stood up painfully, turned his back to Ginny and Dumbledore's graves, and walked along the lake... Standing up and walking was easier to bear than continuing to sit there: it was like finding the Horcruxes and killing Voldemort as quickly as possible It feels better than waiting.

Although, this is very likely to end in failure, that is Voldemort, Harry has witnessed countless times, about Voldemort's past, Voldemort's present, and even his future, his power, everything about him.

Can he really kill Voldemort?

Even if the remaining two Horcruxes are found and destroyed, what happens after that?

Will Voldemort be weakened to the point where even he can easily defeat him?

It's like Dumbledore, who was disarmed by Malfoy, so that Dumbledore even stood up in front of Snape.

"Harry!" He suddenly heard someone calling him. Harry turned his head. Scrimgeour was limping quickly towards Harry along the shore of the lake, leaning on a cane.

"I'd like to talk to you...do you mind if I come with you for a walk?"

"I don't mind." Harry said with difficulty. Although Harry wanted to refuse in his heart, after Dumbledore's death, it seemed that only Scrimgeour could still support him in a big way.

Helpless, Harry had no choice but to continue walking forward.

"Harry, this is a terrible tragedy," Scrimgeour said quietly. "I can't describe how shocked I was when I heard about this. Dumbledore was a very great wizard. You know, although We have different opinions, but no one knows better than me the meaning of the name Dumbledore, or most people cannot understand the weight of this name, but whether it is you, me, or your friends..."

"So...what do you want to do?" Harry asked coldly.

Harry felt very unhappy about Scrimgeour's words.

At Dumbledore's funeral, he said that although he did not agree with Dumbledore, he clearly understood his importance.

What's the difference between this and sarcasm?

Because Dumbledore was wrong, so we ended up like this?

It was difficult for Harry not to think of Scrimgeour in other ways. Especially since they were right next to Dumbledore's tomb.

Scrimgeour began to look a little annoyed. Harry's attitude offended him. In his opinion, Dumbledore's people really had some problems. It could be said that they did not know how to praise.

However, as the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour naturally had his own way and had no extra thoughts. Scrimgeour immediately changed his expression to a sad and sympathetic one.

"Of course, you are at a loss right now," Scrimgeour said sadly. "I know you are very close to Dumbledore. I think you may be his favorite student. The relationship between you two is very important to you. …”

"So, what do you want to do?" Harry interrupted and asked again. He had heard too many useless compliments. Cornelius Fudge was like this in the past, Umbridge was like this too, and everyone who came to Hogwarts was like this at first.

Scrimgeour also stopped. He was leaning on a cane and staring at Harry. His expression was very unnatural. Then, immediately, Scrimgeour calmed down again, now showing the difference between him and Connelly. .

"What I want to know is some of what you said the night you and Dumbledore left school and he died."

"Who said that?" Harry asked, not wanting to say it out loud.

"Someone knocked out a Death Eater in the tower after Dumbledore died. There were two broomsticks there as well. We can connect the dots, Harry."

"I'm very glad to hear this. At least you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering things, especially when it comes to dealing with the aftermath." Harry said.

"You are challenging..."

"I'm just telling what I saw. People from the Ministry of Magic, Minister, it's not like they can't tell the difference, right?"

"So..." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, "Can you come with me..."

"Oh, well, I am indeed with Dumbledore and do what I should do. This is my responsibility. And he doesn't want others to know." Harry said coldly, even Scrimgeour had already He had seen it, but Harry didn't want to reveal a word more about it.

"Such loyalty is admirable, of course," said Scrimgeour, who seemed to be struggling to control his emotions, "but Dumbledore is dead, Harry, he is dead."

"He will only leave when no one in the school is so loyal to him," Harry said, feeling funny that he was deliberately making things difficult for Scrimgeour. This was the Minister of Magic. In Harry's eyes, this looked... There is no difference in appearance.

"My dear boy... the fact is that Dumbledore can't come back from there..."

"I never said he could, but you won't understand, and I have nothing to say to you."

Scrimgeour hesitated for a moment, and then said in a very obvious and caring tone, "The Ministry of Magic can provide you with all kinds of protection, you know, Harry. I can place some Aurors at your command..."

Suddenly, Harry smiled.

"Voldemort wants to kill me himself, Minister, but it doesn't look like the Aurors can stop him right now. So the help is greatly appreciated, but not needed."

"So," Scrimgeour's voice grew cold, "my Christmas request to you..."

"What request? Oh, yes... you just want me to tell the world what a great job you are doing, in exchange for this..."

"Regather the morale of the people!" Scrimgeour interrupted sharply. "This is important, Harry, especially at such a critical time. You know, we just lost someone..."

Harry paused. Scrimgeour was right, so Harry considered his words for a moment.

"Release Stan Sampac immediately?"

Scrimgeour's face turned an ugly shade of purple that reminded him of Uncle Vernon, the Dursleys, interesting Muggles!

"I think you don't know very well..."

"He is Dumbledore's man, forever!" Harry said immediately, "This was destined from the beginning, wasn't it?"

"Yes." Scrimgeour's voice was very loud, and then he stood there.

Scrimgeour glared at him for a moment, then limped away without saying a word.

Harry saw Percy and the minister's delegation waiting for Scrimgeour. Keenly, Harry noticed that they glanced uneasily at Hagrid and Grawp, who were still sobbing in their seats. This was really...

Valencia, Hermione, and Ron walked past Scrimgeour, who was walking in the opposite direction, and hurriedly followed Harry; Harry turned around, slowed down, and waited for them to come up.

Then they sat down under the shade of a beech tree, where they had had such happy times.

"What does Scrimgeour want?" Hermione whispered.

"It's the same thing he wanted at Christmas," Harry said with a shrug. "He wanted me to reveal to him what happened between me and Dumbledore, and then be the new publicist for the Minister of Magic."

"Oh, poor Percy!" Fanlin said, "But this is not a wise choice. Maybe we can talk to Scrimgeour."

"No," she said firmly, grabbing Fan Lin's arm. "It's very unreliable, but it will make me feel better!"

Suddenly, Harry smiled. Even Hermione grinned, but her smile faded as she looked toward the castle.

"I can't bear the fact that we'll never come back," she said softly, "How can Hogwarts be closed?"

"Maybe it won't close," Ron said thoughtfully. "We're no more in danger here than we are at home, aren't we? It's the same everywhere now. I'd even say Hogg Wards is safer, there are more wizards here protecting the place."

"So, what do you think, Harry?" Fan Lin asked.

"I think, even if it doesn't close, I won't come again." Harry said frankly.

Ron stared at him dumbfounded, while Hermione said sadly: "I knew you were going to say that, but what are you going to do after that?"

"I will go back to the Dursleys because Dumbledore wants me to," Harry said, "but it will only be a short stay, and then I will leave forever." (To be continued)