Chapter 475 Funeral in the Snowstorm

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In one night, sometimes many things can happen, such as the two nights when Maca went to the United States; and in the same night, sometimes nothing happens, and the mystery of dawn has been revealed quietly. title page.

That night, almost no one knew that Harry and Ron had been here, and no one knew where Maca took them and what they did.

In the early morning of the next day, the wind swept the sky and snow covered the Hogwarts campus with layers of frost, which was cold but clear.

Early that morning, Maca appeared in the auditorium as if nothing had happened, and sat down calmly on the teacher's bench.

Today is the day for the public funeral, and the atmosphere in the auditorium is quite depressing. Almost everyone was wearing dark, or simply black dress robes, solemn and dignified.

The same is naturally true for Maca - although his wizard robe made of basilisk material has a hint of green, it is also close to black in general, and its style is also quite exquisite and heavy. Wearing it on this occasion will not look obtrusive.

Today, Professor McGonagall did not sit in the headmaster's seat as he did a few days ago. The throne-like seat in the center of the teaching staff was empty to express his respect and remembrance for the white wizard who once sat on it.

Snape wasn't there. He had left the British wizarding world for the United States since the students were on vacation. For him, taking Tia to trace the traces of his family is definitely more important than attending this "hypocritical" funeral.

As for Hagrid, he wasn't in his seat at the moment either - maybe he wasn't in the mood to come over for breakfast? Maca doesn't know, but judging from Hagrid's feelings for Dumbledore, he can more or less guess it.

On the four long tables below, a large number of adult wizards replaced the young wizards, sitting a little crowded. Whether it's real or fake, at least they don't seem to have much appetite, just talking in low voices while sipping breakfast on their plates.

Besides Harry and Ron from yesterday, a few other students also came. These students, plus the ones who stayed at Christmas, there were twenty or thirty of them.

Maca could tell Harry and the others not to come, but couldn't communicate with all the students. Although it is a holiday period, it would be too unnatural if Dumbledore's funeral had no school students at all.

However, it was worth mentioning that the young master Draco Malfoy, who was usually low-key in front of him, so low-key that he had no sense of presence, was the only one in Slytherin present today.

To be honest, although this little young master has a bad heart, he is just a student after all.

The reason why he came here was probably related to his father, Lucius Malfoy, and Maca hadn't seen him for a long time. I don't know how many crimes he committed under Voldemort's hands, so that his son had to run back to school on such a day and forcefully stab Maca in front of him.

The father and son Maka knew this well, and they would never want to get involved if no one forced them. How could Lucius, who had been in close contact with Maca and Voldemort, not understand the danger of being caught in the middle?

The appearance of Draco is undoubtedly a signal given by Voldemort. Of course he didn't want to remind Maca that he was coming, and even if he did, it certainly wasn't the point. His behavior was intended to warn those "a few smart people" present, and it was a kind of deterrent that was not deeply hidden.

And maybe just by the way, Voldemort also wanted to use Draco to provoke Maca. If this is the case, then this time, he may have other reliance and it is unknown.

In short, today will definitely not be peaceful—including Maca, many parties involved are more and more determined in their hearts.

Maca shook her head secretly, temporarily letting go of her thoughts. He picked up the knife and fork, and ate breakfast while maintaining a certain image of etiquette.

Prioritize things that fill your stomach.

Painful mourning cannot be eaten as a meal. Compassion for the living is more meaningful and valuable than compassion for the dead - this is what Dumbledore himself said.

After a while, when most people put down the tableware, Professor McGonagall finally stood up. At her stop, people who were still eating—such as Maca—put their knives and forks on their plates, wiped their mouths and looked towards her.

The buzzing voice in the auditorium quickly calmed down.

"It's almost time," McGrand said, "All guests, please follow our professor and move to the grounds in front of the castle to wait for a while—"

Having said that, she turned her head and nodded slightly towards Maca. Maca also nodded, indicating that he knew.

Immediately, he also stood up under the eyes of a large number of wizards, and left his seat first to walk to the side hall porch. Many people understood that Maca was the first to leave the meeting at this time, obviously to get Albus Dumbledore's body out.

After he was no longer visible, everyone turned around again, ready to start moving out of the auditorium. Minerva McGonagall and half of the other professors led the way, while the other half stood at the back and waited to make sure everyone went to the field outside to take their places.

Slughorn wore a gorgeous emerald green gown with silver silk embroidery and borders today. Obviously, even a solemn funeral could not stop his flirtatious heart. Now he is not considered a professor, so now he is also walking out with the guests, but he looks really eye-catching.

But those who know him will understand that this fat old man is actually expressing his inner solemnity in his own way.

And next to him was the old Mr. Scamander who had been living in Hogwarts for the past few days. Compared with Slughorn, this venerable magizoologist is much, much plainer.

Filch the doorman and Mrs. Pince, the librarian, stood by the Great Hall door.

Filch was wearing an old-fashioned gray suit today, with a tie so tight that he doubted it would strangle him, and he reeked of mothballs. Mrs. Pince, on the other hand, wore a thick, long black veil, the bottom of which even reached to her knees.

It has to be said that there is a different kind of match between these two standing together.

Gradually, everyone rushed out of the auditorium in an orderly manner. After Mrs. Filch and Pince also walked out at the end, the last few professors who stayed behind also walked out the door.

Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff who never cared about the tidiness of his appearance, also tidied himself neatly today, not even a single patch on his wizard's robe and hat.

Today is a day that no one will treat lightly.

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At the same time, Maca was walking towards the fourth floor of the main castle without haste.

He deftly walked through the constantly changing stairs of Hogwarts, sometimes walking slowly, sometimes catching up a few steps, stepping in the right direction at the right time every time, never wasting time to stop and wait when.

Not long after, he walked along the corridor on the fourth floor to the deepest part, in front of the thick wooden door that he missed quite a bit.

He had been here with Harry during his first year at Hogwarts. At that time, there was a three-headed dog Lu Wei tied behind this door, and there were many levels behind it, as well as the Sorcerer's Stone hidden at the bottom.

And now, Dumbledore's body is parked there, using magic to properly maintain his appearance during his lifetime.

Maca took out his staff and tapped lightly on the door knocker. With the brilliance on the door, the wooden door creaked and opened automatically, revealing a rather spacious but empty storage room.

I saw him open the trapdoor on the ground with a wave of his hand, and jumped into it with a leap.

Right now, the checkpoints inside are gone, only a few rooms and a wide passage are left. Traveling unimpeded all the way, he stopped in the last big room and moved his gaze to the center of the room.

Dumbledore's body fluctuated up and down in a beam of light covering his whole body, wisps of silver-white beard and hair fluttered endlessly with his silver-gray wizard robe, as if he was in a spring composed of light particles.

It was this old man who changed his life with a letter. In these few years, whether long or short, he bestowed various favors on himself, but also gave himself a lot of trouble. If you ask Maca what kind of feelings he has for him, I'm afraid I should be more grateful.

After today, will I see his old face again?

"Professor, please!"

Maca said something casually, but was amused by herself again.

No longer thinking about it, he stretched out his staff and waved his backhand, and Dumbledore's body immediately escaped from the beam of light and slid out of the door lightly.

When Maca returned to the foyer the same way, he didn't go to the auditorium, but left directly through the gate of the castle.

The wind and snow outside are still very heavy, and there is snow everywhere. Maca turned to the side after exiting the gate, controlling Dumbledore's body and heading towards the south side of the castle.

Today's funeral site is on the lakeside to the south, and that will also be where Dumbledore is buried.

There has never been a precedent for setting up a tomb within the Hogwarts campus since ancient times. There is no doubt that Dumbledore is the only one who can sleep in this land without opposition.

After Maca walked along the trail that had been buried by snow for a while, leaving only a large number of footprints, he saw a large group of solemn and silent figures standing by the lake in the distance.

Even when the wind and snow were blowing, none of them expressed dissatisfaction, but all of them stared at the corpse floating in front of Maca.

Countless snowflakes slid quietly to the sides after reaching the corpse, none of which was stained on it.