harry potter book of crimes

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

She is no longer obsessed with the relationship that she has been obsessed with for a long time, nor is she obsessed with the figure that she can never catch up with. Therefore, she has even been able to view this funeral with "him" as the protagonist.

If it is normal, it will allow the sight to easily cross the towering mountains and look towards the more distant scenery.

"I seemed to suddenly begin to understand why 'he' would do 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, seemed to have something, and then

Still a little confused, he said this to Neville beside him.

"What?" Neville asked subconsciously, not hearing his murmur clearly.

Ron was also startled, then shook his head.

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

His words became softer and softer, and in the end even he couldn't tell what he was mumbling. Only when he was confused for a while, the occasional slight soreness at the connection between the thigh and the alchemy prosthesis was a vague reminder.

Certain facts actually happened.

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

This news has spread all of a sudden with the arrival of the early morning in this port camp - all the wizards who follow Maxim in the Federation are very conscientious and know that this event is of great significance to their president.

Under the circumstances of significance, this work was done quite efficiently by them.

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

It seems that even the heaven and earth have been infected by this atmosphere. Today's weather seems a bit gloomy.

Since early in the morning, there have been many more Muggles outside the camp. Under the watchful eyes of many wizards and mourners, they were busy fiddling with various instruments that the wizards could not understand, preparing for what was to come.

Prepare for live broadcast.

However, even though these staff members were selected after many rounds of screening, when faced with the "rumored" wizards not far away, they still couldn't help but cast curious glances from time to time - yes,

Just like the wizards who are watching them.

Fortunately, no matter what, the current work is a priority. People like them who can be chosen to work here know what they are doing better than anyone else.

"Unit No. 1 is in place!"

"Confirmation of communication signal, confirmation of main station studio, confirmation of branch line delay."

"Adjust it again to ensure the live broadcast effect!"

"Re-adjustment received!"

Time was a little tight, so they didn't have the energy to look around any longer, and soon they were completely devoted to the layout of the scene.

Compared with the condolence guests who seemed to be somewhat idle, they undoubtedly had more responsibilities - they were just a group of wizards. After seeing a lot of horrifying information from the lost frontiers, they were just a few strangely dressed people.

people, it is no longer enough to make them fuss.

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

At this time, Maxim would naturally not ask anyone to prepare a sumptuous breakfast, and her own dining process was just as casual as she had been doing in private during this period.

She nibbled a few mouthfuls of dry food along with the cold tea. She walked to the tent door with the remaining black tea, looked up at the white sky, and frowned slightly.

"Although it fits the tone of today, but...the cloudy day is not a very pleasant weather after all! Especially now, it always reminds people of something..."

"But madam, I remember that Maka 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 to be a "coincidence", because she temporarily served as the representative of Maca's living relatives and friends in today's upcoming funeral.

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It may be a bit strange to say that, because the relationship between Fleur and Maka does not seem to be very close. Among the people in the camp, she should not come forward anyway.

But Maxim still allowed her to attend in this capacity.

After all, in the eyes of most outsiders who will witness this funeral today, Maka's interpersonal relationships are obviously unclear. Since no one raised any objections and no one took the initiative to ask for help, that was how things were done.

"Really?" Maxim was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "McLean's preference...? So, it's a good thing that it's cloudy today."

After leaving such words, Maxim immediately turned back and walked into the tent again. But at the moment when his profile was about to disappear into the shadow, Fleur turned around and saw a rare trace of sadness in the other person's eyes.

Maxim has also known Maka for a long time. Now, under the influence of circumstances and his own obsession, he is about to host the funeral of an old acquaintance who is much younger than himself. Even the current "President"

”, while persisting, it is probably inevitable that you will sigh.

Even though Madam Maxime was too tall, Fleur, who could only look up at her from a close distance, didn't know whether the scene she saw at that moment was just an illusion.

And just after Furong paused and meditated for a period of time, the tent in front of her was busy, and then became 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 walking through the crowd and coming to her side, Fleur also took the initiative to lean over and asked in a low voice, "Have Hermione and the others come over too?"

"Not yet," Bill shook his head, "Maybe he will go directly to the ceremony in front of the camp!"

"Are they all here?" Fleur asked subconsciously again, "Ah! Are you going to pick up Harry from the ship?"

Ever since she met Hermione and the others yesterday, she had noticed some signs. Although no one said it explicitly, she could feel that none of the friends seemed to be very enthusiastic about the funeral.

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

"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 they separated just now."

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

"Everyone, let's get started!"