Chapter 476 The Tomb of the Ice Coffin

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! The violent wind is still howling, engulfing snowflakes and dancing in the air. On the banks of this silver-covered lake, it has long been difficult to distinguish where is the solid land and where is the frozen lake.

The sky became darker and darker under the thick clouds that rolled like war horses roaring. Even though it was almost eight o'clock in the morning, it still seemed like it had just dawned.

This constantly roaring heaven and earth couldn't help but bring a heavier atmosphere to this funeral.

By the lake, right in front of Maca, hundreds of chairs were densely arranged. At this time, all the wizards in charge, regardless of gender, age or age, stood in silence, spontaneously paying attention to the old man with his eyes closed.

And among those neatly arranged chairs, a straight aisle went straight in front of Maca, extending to the edge of the thick ice-covered lake. It was at the end of the aisle that a white marble table was quietly placed there.

Maca held the staff in his hand, and used magic to steadily support Dumbledore's body and moved forward step by step. His expression was solemn and serious, as if every step he took was carefully measured and rigorous.

As he walked forward, the snow under his feet retreated lightly to the sides, exposing the withered yellow grass, as if to ensure that he kept his feet on the ground every time.

On the way, Maca met many people. Some have just met recently, while some have been acquainted for a long time, and of course there are many who he can't name until now.

There was a mixed bag of wizards and all kinds of wizards who came to the funeral. From those who dress luxuriously and meticulously, to those who are ragged and thin-faced, there are all kinds of tall, short, fat and thin.

Madame Maxime and Hagrid, two giant hybrids, are considered to be the most eye-catching wizards today. They stand out from the crowd one after the other, and they have a sense of presence because of their height.

But obviously, the two of them are not the tallest today, because Glop is also here.

This poorly developed giant couldn't always hide in the Forbidden Forest, because sooner or later he would cause trouble because of his ethnicity. Taking advantage of today's opportunity, he was brought out to show his face in front of the public. After a while, what was bound to happen really happened, and his performance might justify his name.

Under Hagrid's tireless teaching and Maca's deterrent force, he has learned a lot of simple and easy-to-understand principles. It seems that it is more appropriate for him to live among wizards than to be a giant and be bullied by his own race.

In addition to these three guys with particularly high-profile figures, Maca also caught a glimpse of Tom, the hunchback owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Old Ern, the driver of the Knight Bus, Mrs. Primpney from the Beauty Potion Shop in Diagon Alley, and Mr. Ollivander, the wand maker, and a series of familiar witches and wizards.

He has only met many people a few times, but he misses them especially.

In addition, all the ghosts in the castle came out together. It was almost impossible to see their bodies in this violent snowstorm, but Maca could feel their existence.

Of course, Aberforth wasn't here today, and neither was most of the Order of the Phoenix. Although they are not here right now, Maca believes that they should also be silently mourning for Dumbledore's funeral at this moment.

The aisle between the seats was only a few steps away, but Maca seemed to have walked for a long time. When he waved that strange wand and gently placed Dumbledore's body on the white marble tabletop, the snow that had fallen on the table also slid down from the edge of the table.

Even if an open-air funeral is held in a snowstorm, the solemnity of the ceremony will not be affected by the bad weather. Because, this is a solemn funeral for the greatest white wizard of our time.

After Maca placed the body temporarily, he retreated to the aisle and stood at the same level as the first row of seats. Most of the wizards in this row are people who have the deepest friendship with Dumbledore, and even if they are not, they also have a pivotal position in the global magic world.

The moment Maca stood up, a huge shadow suddenly appeared under the ice on the lake. Although the ice layer was extremely thick, the shadow was so huge that even the frozen hoarfrost could not hide its appearance.

In a blink of an eye, the ice suddenly cracked several cracks, and then arched upwards with a loud bang, and a huge object emerged from the lake.

There was a commotion among the wizards, but then Professor McGonagall turned around and signaled everyone not to panic. At the same time, Maca tapped the staff in his hand lightly, and the waves and ice that were about to rush were blocked by an invisible force, and fell back into the lake with gravity.

Protruding from the bottom of the lake is the giant squid that has been living here. Apart from its frighteningly large size, there is actually no great danger.

Soon, most of the wizards calmed down, and at the same time, a melodious and mournful singing sounded leisurely from the water below the lake.

That is the singing voice of the mermaids, which is different from the range and vocalization of human beings. Their songs have always been famous for being beautiful and moving. It's just that it has to make a sound in the water so that people can hear the mysterious melody in it.

Now, even they are singing elegiac songs for Dumbledore's passing, looking forward to using the sad singing with hope to bid farewell to Dumbledore who has embarked on a new journey.

Dumbledore was rumored to know the language of merfolk, and in this light, that might be a real thing.

Probably because of the melancholy yet warm mermaid song that touched the weakest heartstrings, Hagrid, who stood at the end, sobbed again.

Based on his relationship with Dumbledore, he should have stood in the front, but today he sat in the last row with Grapp. However, it was unclear whether he was taking care of Glop or whether Glop was taking care of him, at least for now, his brother's huge palm was patting his head awkwardly.

Even though Gropp was already light enough, Hagrid was still knocked down on the chair by him, and even the four stool legs sank deeply into the snow.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed that only a short while later, the singing of the mermaid gradually became softer, and gradually dissipated in the violent snowstorm. The big squid sank again, and the waves it stirred up were blocked by Maca again, lest the raging lake water wanted to wash up again.

At this time, Mr. Akinbad, the incoming president of the International Federation of Wizards, took a step forward and read the eulogy he had prepared sentence by sentence.

The eulogy praised Dumbledore's noble spirit and outstanding achievements, all the major experiences and brilliant achievements in Dumbledore's life, and all the peace and hope that Dumbledore created for the entire wizarding world.

But other than that, Maca actually wanted to hear some compliments on Dumbledore's ordinary things, just like he always complained that he didn't have much time to relax, or occasionally went to watch Quidditch matches.

Because every great person always has many unspeakable regrets behind him. Believe in Dumbledore himself, and hope that more people will know that he is also an ordinary old man sometimes.

While reciting the eulogy, the mermaids under the lake also raised their upper bodies with a clatter, and the centaur who were about to move out of the Forbidden Forest in the distance were also mourning sideways in the shadow of the trees, and even the owls in the shed They also rushed into the snow curtain in large swaths.

After the eulogy was finished and the lingering sound had not been blown away by the strong wind, Maca waved his staff again.

Suddenly, a large piece of purple velvet cloth was summoned out of thin air by him, and it flew steadily towards Dumbledore's body in the wind and snow, and gently fell on him as if it was completely unaffected by the strong wind.

The next moment, the regular rune on the top of Maca's staff suddenly appeared, and almost at the same time, an icy blue streamer lightly wound towards Dumbledore's body, and circled around the white marble table.

Dazzling brilliance enveloped the stone platform, and ice crystals clung to and condensed from bottom to top, connecting Dumbledore, the stone table and the earth together, as if they had become a whole.

Not long after, when the brilliance quietly dissipated, a transparent ice coffin with a hint of blue appeared in front of everyone. The ice coffin didn't have the slightest chill, it was as clear as crystal, and as hard as diamond.

This ice coffin mound, if it does not have the same level of power as the first-level rule, it is absolutely impossible to break through.

It was the moment when the coffin was first formed, countless arrow feathers rose high from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then fell to the ground not far away. It was the centaur paying their respects to the end of the funeral. And around the same time, the mermaids also slowly sank to the bottom of the lake and gradually disappeared.

Although most of the wizards present were surprised by Maca's wonderful magic, they also knew the importance of this funeral. They didn't make too much fuss, but took this scene deeply into their hearts, and then leaned forward to salute the ice coffin.

Maca also bowed with them, feeling a rare emptiness in her heart.

However, what filled the emptiness in his heart was the large "black meteor" in the distant sky. And appearing together with them are several huge Dark Marks.

The snake body protruded from the mouth of the skull condensed by the black mist, and its empty eyes stared directly at the funeral scene.

Maca raised her head abruptly, squinting her eyes at the sky.

"...I thought it would come sooner!" He said calmly to himself.

"Maca," Professor McGonagall said immediately, "I will ask the other professors to set up the protective barrier immediately, and everything will go according to plan."

Maca nodded, then glanced left and right.

The appearance of Voldemort made many wizards present uneasy. Maybe some people can guess some, but most people don't think of this level at all.

The battle between Hogwarts and Voldemort is mostly carried out under the surface. Even if there were several public appearances in everyone's field of vision, the time was very short.

Ordinary wizards will always be afraid of the arrival of the Dark Lord, and Maca and Mag are well aware of this.

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