Chapter 2015 Heartbreak

Above the head is the thick leaden gray cloud cover to be gloomy and gloomy, the withered and yellow hillside in front of the eyes is desolate. It is obvious that the end of spring and early summer is approaching, and the gusts of wind are blowing head-on, but it still makes people want to shrink their necks involuntarily.

Under the circumstances, Percy's funeral was all the more poignant.

"...This is the passing of an ordinary person who fought against the disaster on the front line. With his strength, he could have hidden in the back to protect himself for the time being—just like most people do today! But he didn't."

"Percy Weasley, set an example and demonstrated to many people how, as an ordinary wizarding citizen, he should use his talents to contribute to ending this disaster as soon as possible."

"Because of his presence, the Weymouth camp, as the front line of the resistance, was able to survive repeated enemy attacks; because of his presence, the frontline personnel could be deployed in a timely and smooth manner and maintain normal coordination; because of his presence , the will to resist the alliance has been fully reflected..."

Bulova still said the eulogy—as the current patriarch of a big family, it is not difficult to make up some decent words casually. What's more, he still knows the situation in Weymouth quite well, and even if he is a current editor, he won't make any big mistakes.

It's just that most people don't feel anything when these words used to praise Percy's deeds come out of Bulova's mouth, but the more he speaks, the more he feels a little blocked in his heart.

"... Now, this hard-working ordinary man fell asleep, and he slept peacefully. Not long ago, he was worrying and busying day and night in Weymouth, but now, he can finally sleep for a long time. It feels good to be disturbed."

Finally, Mr. Blois waved his hand at Harry and the others and said:

"Well, Percy Weasley, let us wish him good sleep and good dreams."

As soon as the voice fell, Harry and Ron immediately began to fill the grave pit with soil, and after a short while, the deep pit was turned back to flat ground again. Only the tombstone engraved with Percy's name and date of birth and death is still telling everyone who comes here that there is still an ordinary brave man buried under this land, and a not dazzling legend of life and death .

After a moment of silence, everyone stared at the tombstone and meditated for a few minutes, and then turned back to the Burrow one after another. In the end, even Ginny was taken away by Harry with his arms around his shoulders, but there were still a few sparse figures standing in place in front of the new grave.

One of them was Mr. Blois.

Perhaps the speech just now had a great impact on himself, so that a certain aftertaste lingering in his mind could not dissipate for a long time.

How should I say it? Are you sorry?

Do not,

Probably not, because he never regretted his choice from the beginning to the end. Between a boy he didn't know well and his own daughter, he would definitely choose his daughter, and there would be no exceptions.

So, is it a pity?

No, it shouldn't be—to be honest, at least at the time Blois really felt that even if the Weymouth camp was really wiped out, he would not feel so sad. Whether it is heartless or ruthless, Bulova actually does not have such a flood of kindness.

But... what is the matter with this faint feeling of stuffiness in my heart now?

"Mr. Blois, are you still going back? You can go and rest for a while, because nowadays, no one knows when there will be a new danger. If there is a strong enemy coming, we have to rely on you and Geoffrey Miss Yin and the others are here to help!"

It was Ron who was speaking now.

Hearing his voice, Bulova came back to his senses and looked left and right, only to realize that Delphi and Sarah, who had stopped in front of the tomb for a while, seemed to have returned to the house at this moment. went.

"Mr. Weasley."

Blois paused for a moment, and couldn't help but say:

"Actually, at the time—"

However, just as he started, he hesitated and stopped again. Seeing this, Ron couldn't help looking at him with some doubts, but he still said politely:

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"No, nothing."

Blois finally shook his head please, then turned around, and simply walked towards the Burrow first.

...

Retaking the Burrow and completing Percy's funeral, this step, Harry and the others can be said to have been completed relatively smoothly. However, if they really want to take down the entire Devon County, it is obvious that they alone are not enough.

Regarding the number of living corpses, even if the density is far lower than that of remote locations near Winchester, it is still at the level of an entire "county"! Let alone them, even if Maca was asked to come in person, it would not be something that could be done in a short while.

And thinking about the traces of living corpses in the whole of the UK, and even the demons that came suddenly recently, everyone's psychology became more and more heavy.

At this moment, on the dining table on the first floor of the Burrow, a rather large map was spread out. Hermione used her wand instead of her fingers, and flicked across the map a few times. Then click on the location where the Burrow is located.

"Regardless of what we should do next, at least the protection here at the Burrow must be adequately prepared—if we are smashed by living corpses like the Weymouth camp, then all we have done will be meaningless " She said, "And if we want to take back Devon completely... Cleaning up this huge number of living corpses is definitely a big problem we have to face."

That's right, and this is not just a problem in Devon County, but a fundamental problem that the Rebel Alliance needs to face across the UK.

The problem is that these living corpses are actually the innocent people who failed to escape and were ruthlessly devoured by this disaster.

Having said that, Hermione took back her wand, sat back on the chair and said:

"Also... I think it's time for us to contact Bill. We have to tell everyone that Percy has been buried."

Hearing what she said, Ginny and Ron immediately nodded their heads — Bill and Charlie were not allowed to come here, mainly because of safety considerations, and now the UK is too dangerous for them . But even if they can't come here for the time being, at least they should be told about the situation here.

"I'll be writing a letter in a minute, and then..."

Before Ginny could finish speaking, Neville not far away raised his hand and signaled:

"I'll let the Patronus send it! It's not too far from Weymouth, so it should be fine. Besides, it's safer and safer."

Upon hearing this, Ginny immediately nodded and said:

"Thank you, Neville."