HP Approaches the Magic World

In this world, thousands of people die every minute.

People choose to attend funerals because, on the one hand, we want to see those people dead and remember our past friends and relatives.

On the other hand, it is also because we need to learn something from the funeral. As for what we learn specifically... in fact, no one can learn it.

Many people are ordinary people and have no way to resist many things that happen in this world, such as natural disasters, man-made disasters, and the end of life.

Existence is not easy, but even under such circumstances, we are still alive.

The instinct of life is to strive to live and fear death.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot avoid facing all this.

"But obviously my brother doesn't have to, right?"

In the Hog's Head Bar, Aberforth looked at Jon in front of him and said somewhat harshly.

"My brother is always such a lucky person. Even if he killed his sister, he did not need to bear any responsibility. On the contrary, he became the most respected wizard in the world because of his outstanding strength. This is obviously

A very ironic thing,

By now, it was obvious that he was dying or already dead.

But one of his former lovers ran out of the high tower where he was imprisoned and told my brother that he didn't have to die. He could save him in another way. This is what many people in the world dream of.

What about the matter?

He doesn’t have to bear anything, and now he is free from all shackles and enjoys life with his former lover. Only poor people like us are left here to work on his plan."

"Come on, Aberforth, you and I both know that you are not telling the truth. Although you hate Albus, you don't hate him that much. At least it is because of his existence that Ariana has been able to survive for so many years.

Until Ariana is reborn."

"That's what Ariana deserves. It doesn't mean that Albus can ignore his own mistakes."

"Believe me, Albus has never ignored his own mistakes. He has also been working hard for Ariana's resurrection, and has even been quietly supporting Nicholas in researching a time turner so that he can return to where he made the mistake.

That time."

"Yeah, he did a lot of things, but none of them were successful, right?

I think everything in this world must have an explanation, but you don’t need to explain anything about this matter, because I know in my heart that the reason why Ariana was able to be saved was because of the mercy of Principal Helga.

Promising that our brothers and sisters can be reborn in His Kingdom of God is true mercy."

"Well, I don't want to argue with you about this matter. I always have no way to wake up a person who is pretending to sleep. Although the situation is not the same now, the truth is the same."

Jon deeply knows how considerate a person he is, and he can completely understand Aberforth's psychology. Although he is disgusted by his words, he is a very upright person. Although he always expresses disgust in his words,

Albus is full of contempt, but he will do whatever Albus arranges.

"I think at least for now, I should go back to school first. The Order of the Phoenix must be in chaos, and Dumbledore's sudden death will definitely cause a lot of problems. Although I am very impressed with Vice Principal McGonagall's ability to handle affairs.

I’m very confident, but I think it’s better for me to go back in person.”

"It's up to you. It has nothing to do with me anyway. If he really dies, I will definitely attend his funeral."

It doesn't matter.

Jon didn't stop or slow down, he walked away quietly.

He wanted to talk to the members of the Order of the Phoenix about this issue first.

Dumbledore is dead in the real world, so everything in the Order of the Phoenix needs to be left to Jon to take care of.

But still with the same principle, Jon didn't want his existence to be known to too many people, so he chose to inform some people and some people who had the right to speak.

Professor McGonagall.

Severus Snape.

Mr. Arthur Weasley and his wife Molly Weasley.

And Sirius.

These people are all people who have direct contact with him, especially under such circumstances, he needs to give an explanation to these people.

Otherwise, he would not even be able to explain to them why Dumbledore suddenly died in school, but Grindelwald was not crazy at all.

"Everyone is welcome to come to me at this time. Of course, some people have to come, and for some people, it is not easy to appear here, especially Professor Snape, so in order to save our Professor Snape's time

, let me explain the most important thing first.

Our current problems are very obvious. It seems that after Dumbledore dies, there will definitely be some problems in people's hearts. But even so, I don't think there is any harm. Unless things go bad to a certain extent, there is no way to succeed in one fell swoop.

of,

My people have already begun to lay out a message network outside. When things here are over, the East will also follow up on the opening of the magic network, so by then we will be the leader in the world...

Professor McGonagall, you can ask Mr. Weasley to talk to you after your question. After all, talking about this matter is a waste of time.

It just so happens that Mrs. Weasley probably doesn't know our specific plan yet, but Arthur does.

...Then Professor Snape, according to our previous agreement, you need to continue to disguise. Of course, I have full confidence in you. I will still give you the follow-up information through the old method. I will leave the reform of the Ministry of Magic to you.

Already."

The information in Jon's hand is basically this much, because he has not yet returned to the laboratory to dock with Anthony and the others. When the docking is completed, there will not be so many problems.

"In addition, when facing the outside world, we must firmly believe that Dumbledore is dead, especially when facing students - Mrs. Weasley, can you keep it a secret from the children?"

Molly Weasley looked very nervous, but she nodded seriously to show that she understood.

There is no way, the person closest to Jon and Harry is this witch. She is Ron's mother, basically the mother of Hermione and Harry.

"Speaking of the children... I think we must have many things that need our children's help next. The first is the matter of Harry's coming of age... Oh, Professor Snape, yes, you can go."

Snape's figure disappeared from the small room, and Jon brought the topic back: "Except for Professor McGonagall, I hope that the rest of us can start recalling on a regular basis. The power of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​enough. I

Our manpower is mainly working with the royal family to promote the external world. I think that after this year, we will be able to see the new world."

"Sirius happens to be a dead person right now. I think we should let him be responsible for the external docking work. Does anyone have any objections?"

"No."

"No."

"No, it would be better if you didn't say I'm a dead person."

No one expressed any negative opinions. Jon selectively ignored Sirius's complaints and took the time to move on to the next topic.

"The most important thing for us now is Dumbledore's funeral. This is a signal, so everyone needs to get involved. As for the Order of the Phoenix, Arthur, you should be able to do a good job. Just convey my will to them. Except

Lockhart will use memory magic to control those who are no longer needed. This list will be provided by...Molly, how about you?"

Jon's full aura at work is terrifying. Even Principal McGonagall is a little stressed, let alone Mrs. Weasley.

"I... of course I can, I am the one who knows the members best."

"That's good, I think we all have a lot to do, so get moving, Professor McGonagall, can we have a chat on your way back?"

"Of course," Mag nodded: "I just have something to ask you, but about what Arthur, I, and Molly have to say..."

"I think you should have plenty of time to talk about this after the funeral. Let's break up now."

Jon's matter was of course much more important than letting Professor McGonagall know the cause of the matter. He and Professor McGonagall apparated back to Hogwarts, and then he said: "Dumbledore wants to see you.

A suitable time, so when do you have time?”

"Dumbledore wants to see me? Then why not just..."

"First of all, Dumbledore shouldn't be here or anywhere now, because for him, this burden has nothing to do with him. Everything we do is just finishing. Dumbledore

Lido has done everything he needs to do.

He is dead, and not long before I came out, he had just finished his wedding," Jon said the news lightly: "So from now on to some time in the future, he should be with me

For his partner, this is their honeymoon period.

I don’t want to know if he wants to come over just because he is worried or for some other reason. If you have a suitable time and place, I will convey it to you.”

"Well... let's wait until after the funeral. There are a lot of things. I think we need to be busy for a long time."

"Of course, Professor, if you think of it, you can notify my student and ask her to convey it to me."

"Your student?"

"Yes," Jon blinked: "That's Miss Hermione Granger. I have been training her alone for a long time."

…

All classes are suspended and all exams are postponed.

In the two days after Dumbledore's death, some students were hastily picked up from Hogwarts by their parents - the morning after Dumbledore's death, the Parvati twins left without breakfast

, Zachary Smith also left the castle with his arrogant father.

The demise of the Smith family was imminent, but no one knew about it. Jon did not kill the family. After all, not everyone knew those ancient stories.

After all, there is still a bit of friendship between him and Zacharis.

Seamus Finnigan flatly refused to go home with his mother, and they had a loud argument in the hall, which ended when his mother allowed him to stay for the funeral.

Seamus later told Harry and Ron that his mother had difficulty finding a bed in Hogsmeade because so many wizards and wizards descended on the village to say their final farewells to Dumbledore.

At dusk the day before the funeral, a pink-blue carriage as big as a house, pulled by a dozen huge silver-maned horses with wings, flew over from the sky and landed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The students in the lower grades were very excited because they had never seen this kind of scene before.

Harry watched from the window as a tall, imposing woman with black hair and yellow skin stepped out of the carriage and threw herself into the arms of Hagrid, who was waiting there.

Meanwhile, a delegation from the Ministry of Magic - including the Minister himself - was accommodated in the castle.

Harry took great pains to avoid meeting any of them because he believed that sooner or later they would question him about the circumstances surrounding Dumbledore's final departure from Hogwarts.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny stayed together all day.

Now it's finals, Ginny's exams are over, the pressure of homework has eased, and they spend the whole day together...

Harry knew what he had to say and what he should do, but he put it off hour by hour because he couldn't bear to give up the thing that would bring him the most comfort.

They visit the school hospital twice a day.

Neville has been discharged from hospital, where Bill continues to be cared for by Madam Pomfrey.

His scars are still so shocking. To be honest, his current appearance is very similar to Mad-Eye Moody. Fortunately, his eyes and legs are still intact, but his personality seems to have not changed at all.

The only thing that has changed is that he suddenly loves to eat tender fried beef.

"...Fortunately, he is going to marry me," Fleur said happily while helping Bill fluff up the pillow: "Because the British always fry the meat too long. I have said this many times."

"It seems that I have to face reality. He is really going to marry her."

Ginny sighed as she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat by the open window of the Gryffindor common room, looking out at the twilight grounds.

"She's not that bad."

"Well, since mom can tolerate it, I guess it's okay for me."

"Did anyone we know die?"

"No," Hermione was startled and said dissatisfiedly, while folding the newspaper: "They are still looking for Snape, but there are no clues..."

"Of course not. They have to wait until they find Voldemort before they can find Snape. Since they haven't been able to find him for so long..."

This kind of conversation was boring, and Ginny quickly went to bed. Naturally, the topic of the trio quickly turned to Horcruxes.

Hermione knew a lot, but it couldn't be said that she remembered the tasks assigned by Jon as well as the spells.

And finally, they inevitably talked about the funeral.

Harry had never attended a funeral before, because Sirius had not died, so there was no body to bury. Of course, Harry did not know about this.

So Harry didn't know what it would be like then.

What will he see?

How would you feel?

He was vaguely worried about these.

He didn't know if Dumbledore's death would become more real to him after the funeral, but now, sometimes the terrible fact almost knocked him down, but more often than not, his heart was blank and numb.

.Even though everyone in the castle was talking about it, he still had a hard time believing that Dumbledore really didn't exist anymore.

The next day, Harry got up early to pack his luggage.

The Hogwarts Express will depart one hour after the funeral.

He came downstairs and found that the atmosphere in the auditorium was very depressing.

Everyone was wearing frock coats, and no one seemed to have much appetite.

Professor McGonagall left the throne-like seat at the center of the staff table empty, and Hagrid's chair was unoccupied - Harry suspected that he might not be in the mood for breakfast.

But sitting in Snape's seat was Rufus Scrimgeour, who looked very eye-catching.

His yellow eyes scanned the Great Hall. Harry avoided his gaze, but he still felt uncomfortably that Scrimgeour was looking for him.

Among Scrimgeour's entourage, Harry saw Percy Weasley, who had red hair and horn-rimmed glasses.

Ron didn't show any sign that he knew Percy was coming, he just cut his smoked fish with extra vigor.

Over there at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle were whispering together.

Although both of them were big, bulky young men, without Malfoy's pale and lanky figure in the middle, and without Malfoy giving orders to them, the two of them looked particularly lonely.

Harry didn't think much about Malfoy; all his hatred was focused on Snape.

He did not forget the fear in Malfoy's voice on the top of the tower, nor did he forget that Malfoy's wand had been lowered before the other Death Eaters arrived.

Harry did not believe that Malfoy would kill Dumbledore. He still hated Malfoy for his obsession with the dark arts, but now this hatred was mixed with a little sympathy.

Where is Malfoy now?

Voldemort threatened to kill him and his parents, and what exactly did he order him to do?

Ginny nudged Harry, interrupting his thoughts.

At this time, Professor McGonagall stood up, and the sad whispers in the auditorium immediately calmed down.

"It's almost time," she said: "Please follow your Head of House to the grounds. Gryffindors follow me."

The students filed out from behind the benches, making almost no sound.

Harry caught a glimpse of Slughorn standing at the front of the Slytherin team, wearing a luxurious bright green robe embroidered with silver thread.

In addition, he had never seen Professor Sprout, the Head of House of Hufflepuff, so neat and tidy, without even a patch on his hat.

When they walked into the hall, they found Mrs. Pince standing next to Filch, wearing a thick black mask hanging down to her knees. Filch was wearing an old-fashioned suit and tie, exuding a

It smells like mothballs.

Harry walked out of the gate, came to the stone steps, and found that they were walking towards the lake.

The warm sunshine shone on his face, and they silently followed Professor McGonagall to a place where hundreds of chairs were lined up.

There is an aisle between the chairs, with a marble table in front of it, and all the chairs facing it.

This is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days in summer.

Half of the chairs were already occupied by people, and they were a mixture of people of all kinds: some in ragged clothes, some neat and respectable, some old and some young.

Harry didn't recognize most of them, but there were some he knew, including members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks - whose hair miraculously

Turned into a dazzling pink, Remus Lupin-Tonks was holding hands with him, the Weasleys, and Fleur supporting Bill, followed by Fred and Fred in black dragon leather jackets.

George.

There was also Madame Maxime, who took up two and a half chairs, Tom, the proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron, Arabella Figg, Harry's squib neighbor, and the shaggy bass from the Weird Sisters.

The fiddler, Ern Plank, the driver of the Knight Bus, Mrs. Malkin from the robe shop in Diagon Alley, and a few people who looked familiar to Harry, such as the waiter at the Hog's Head Bar and the pusher on the Hogwarts Express.

The witch in the trolley.

The ghosts in the castle came too, almost invisible in the sunlight and only discernible as they moved about, shimmering with illusory light in the bright air.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny took the last few seats in the row of chairs by the lake.

People were talking to each other in low voices, the sound was like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the chirping of birds was particularly loud.

Cornelius Fudge walked past them toward the front seats, scowling and twirling his cuckold as usual.

Then, Harry recognized Rita Skeeter and was annoyed to find a notebook clutched in her red claw-like hands. Then he recognized Dolores Umbridge and was furious.

.

Umbridge had a sad expression on her toady face, and there was a black velvet butterfly on her iron-brown curly hair.

As soon as she saw the centaur Firenze standing by the lake like a sentinel, she was so frightened that she hurriedly sat down on a seat far away.

Harry didn't know if Scrimgeour and the other big shots were really sad for Dumbledore's death. He heard the music, like fairy music floating from another world. He forgot his dislike of the minister and turned around to look for the music.

origin of.

"Where."

And so he saw them, in the clear green sunlit water, just a few inches below the surface, and he was reminded of the Inferi, and fear came over him again.

A chorus of ordinary mermaids sang in a strange language that he did not understand, their pale faces rippling and purple hair floating around them.

The music made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand on end, but it wasn't harsh or unpleasant.

It clearly spoke of grief and despair - Harry looked down at the emotional faces in the water and felt that at least they were sad about Dumbledore's departure.

At this time, Ginny poked him again, and he turned his face.

Hagrid slowly walked forward along the aisle between the seats.

He was crying silently, his face covered with sparkling tears, and Harry knew that he was holding Dumbledore's body in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

Seeing this scene, a sharp pain surged into Harry's throat: for a moment, the strange music and Dumbledore's body so close to him seemed to take away all the warmth of that day.

Ron looked very shocked and turned pale.

Big drops of tears kept falling on Ginny and Hermione's legs.

They can't see clearly what's ahead.

Hagrid seemed to have carefully placed the body on the table. As he walked back along the aisle, he blew his nose vigorously and made a sound like a trumpet. Some people cast dissatisfied looks at him, and Harry saw one of them

Dolores Umbridge...

But Harry knew Dumbledore wouldn't mind.

When Hagrid passed by, Harry wanted to say hello in a friendly way, but Hagrid's eyes were swollen to slits. It was strange that he could still see the road under his feet.

Harry looked at the back row where Hagrid was going and understood what was pointing him away.

The giant Grawp was sitting there, wearing a jacket and trousers as big as a small tent, with his huge, ugly head like a giant pebble lowered, looking very docile, even considerate.

Hagrid sat down next to his half-brother, and Grawp patted Hagrid's head so hard that the four legs of the chair sank into the ground.

At this moment, the music stopped, he turned his face and looked ahead again.

A short man with thick hair and wearing a simple black robe stood up from his seat and came to the long marble table.

His voice was a little choked, so people in the back row couldn't hear clearly and could only vaguely hear a few words:

“Noble spirit”… “academic achievement”… “great mind”…

There was the sound of splashing water on the left. He turned his head and saw that the mermaids had emerged from the water and were listening carefully. Harry remembered that Dumbledore was squatting by the water two years ago. At about the same moment, Harry

Sit in this position and talk to the leader of the mermaids in the mermaid language.

Harry didn't know where Dumbledore learned the mermaid language.

There are so many things that he has not asked him, and there are so many things that he should say to him...

Then, suddenly, the terrible fact hit him, more mercilessly than ever, undeniably. Dumbledore was dead and gone...

He clutched the cold locket in his hand so tightly that it hurt, but he still couldn't stop tears from pouring out of his eyes: he avoided the eyes of Ginny and others and looked at the lake in the distance.

In the Forbidden Forest, the little man in black clothes was still delivering a monotonous speech...

There was movement in the Forbidden Forest, for the centaurs also came to express their condolences.

They did not come up to the clearing. Harry saw them standing half-hidden in the shadows, looking motionlessly at the wizards here, their bows and arrows at their sides.

The little man finally finished speaking and returned to his seat.

Harry waited for someone else to stand up, expecting someone to speak, like the Minister, but no one moved.

Suddenly, several people screamed.

Dazzling white flames shot out from around Dumbledore's body and the table: the flames jumped higher and higher, obscuring the body. White smoke curled up into the air, showing various strange shapes: In an instant,

Harry seemed to see a phoenix flying happily into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and a white marble tomb appeared there, wrapping Dumbledore's body and the table where the body was placed.

Countless arrows flew into the air like a shower, causing a few screams, but they fell far away from the crowd. Harry knew that this was the centaurs mourning. He saw them turn around and disappear into the shade.

Among the trees, the fish-men slowly sank to the bottom of the green water and were no longer visible.

The funeral ends here.