Chapter 2565 He Seems to Like Cloudy Days

After returning from the disaster in England, after thinking about it for so long, Hermione probably really figured it out.

She is no longer attached to the relationship that she has been attached to for a long time, nor is she attached to the back that seems to never catch up. Therefore, she has even been able to regard the funeral with "he" as the protagonist as normal, so that she can easily look over the towering mountains and look at the more distant scenery.

"I seem to suddenly begin to understand why 'he' did such inexplicable things."

Ron looked at Hermione's calm and capable side face, and forgot to eat the remaining half of the pie in his hand. He just had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he seemed to be aware of it, but still a little confused, he said this to Neville beside him.

"What?" Neville asked subconsciously without hearing his whisper.

Ron was also taken aback, then shook his head again.

"No, it's nothing... Maybe I'm overthinking it! After all..."

His voice became softer and softer, and in the end even he couldn't tell what he was muttering. Only when he was at a loss for a while, the occasional slight soreness at the joint between the thigh root and the alchemy prosthesis vaguely reminded that certain facts had actually happened.

...

The funeral in memory of the hero will be held today.

The news had already spread with the arrival of the early morning at the port camp—the wizards of the Federation who followed Maxim were very conscientious, knowing that this event had a great impact on their president. Under the circumstance of meaning, this job was done quite neatly by them.

Although the advance date of the funeral could not avoid the sense of haste, but with the full preparation of the congregation staff headed by Mrs. Maxim, the solemn atmosphere that a funeral ceremony should have was successfully created inside and outside the camp.

As if even the heaven and the earth were affected by this atmosphere, today's weather looks a bit gloomy.

Since early in the morning, there have been many Muggle people outside the camp. Under the watchful eyes of many wizards and condolences, they fiddled with various instruments that wizards could not understand, preparing for the next live broadcast.

However, even though these staff members were selected after multiple screenings, facing the "rumored" wizards not far away, they still couldn't help casting curious glances from time to time—yes, Just like those wizards who are watching themselves.

Fortunately, whatever the case, immediate work is a priority. People like them who can be selected to come here to do things know better than anyone what they are doing.

"The number one machine is in place!"

"Communication signal confirmation, main station studio confirmation, branch line delay confirmation."

"Adjust again, make sure to ensure the live broadcast effect!"

"Readjustment received!"

Time was a little tight, and they had no energy left to look around, and soon they were completely devoted to the layout of the scene.

Compared with those condolence guests who seem to be doing nothing, they undoubtedly have a greater responsibility-it is just a group of wizards, after reading a lot of frightening information from the lost front line, they are just a few people in strange clothes. people, it is no longer possible to make them fuss.

Not long after, the condolences who had been watching with curiosity for a while also returned to the camp under the guidance of the staff of the Federation in the camp, and began to have a meal in a hurry.

At such a time, Maxim would naturally not ask anyone to prepare a sumptuous breakfast, and her own meal process was as casual as it was during this period of time in private.

Taking a few mouthfuls of dry food with the cold tea, she walked to the door of the tent with the little black tea left, looked up at the white sky, and frowned slightly.

"Although it is in line with today's tone, but... a cloudy day, after all, is an unpleasant weather! Especially now, it will always remind people of something..."

"But ma'am, as I remember, Maca seems to like cloudy days."

At this moment, Fleur happened to be standing outside Maxim's tent. Or, in fact, it can't be said that it is "just right", because she tentatively served as the representative of Maca's living relatives and friends in today's upcoming funeral.

It may be a bit strange to say, because the relationship between Furong and Maca doesn't seem to be that close, and among the people in the camp at present, she shouldn't be the one to come forward no matter what.

But Maxim still let her attend in this capacity.

After all, in the eyes of most outsiders who will witness the funeral today, Maca's interpersonal relationship is obviously blurred. Since no one raised any objections, and no one volunteered, that's how it was done.

"Really?" Maxim was stunned when he heard the words, "Is McClain's preference...? So, it's a good thing that today is cloudy."

After leaving such a sentence, Maxim immediately turned around and walked into the tent again. It's just that at the moment when the side face was about to disappear into the shadow, Fu Rong who turned her head to look vaguely saw a rare sense of melancholy in the other party's eyes.

Maxim has also known Maca for a long time, and now under the pressure of the environment and his own obsession, he is going to preside over the funeral for his old acquaintance who is much younger than him, even if he is the "Master Chairman" now. ", it is probably inevitable that you will sigh in your heart while persisting.

Even though Mrs. Maxim was too tall, Fleur, who could only look up at close range, didn't know whether the picture she saw at that moment was just an illusion.

And after Furong stopped to meditate for a while, the tent in front of her was busy, and then quiet again, and more and more people gathered in the open space in front of the tent...

The funeral ceremony is finally about to begin.

"Bill?" Seeing her lover coming to her through the crowd, Fleur also took the initiative to lean over and asked in a low voice, "Have Hermione and the others come here too?"

"Not yet," Bill shook his head, "I said that I might go directly to the ceremony site in front of the camp!"

"Will they all be there?" Fu Rong subconsciously asked again, "Ah! Are you going to pick up Harry from the boat?"

Since seeing Hermione and the others yesterday, she had noticed some signs. Although no one said it clearly, she could feel that the group of friends seemed not to be very active in holding the funeral.

Sure enough, Bill shook his head again after hearing this.

"Something must have happened... we'll see then! To be honest, I don't know - Ginny and Ron didn't say anything to me until we parted."

Just as the two were talking softly, Maxim's tall figure finally reappeared at the entrance of the tent. Only then did Fu Rong realize that the other party had already changed into a black mourning uniform, which was meticulous and dignified.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

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