HP Approaches the Magical World

Thousands of people die every minute in this world.

People choose to attend funerals because on the one hand, we want to look at those people who have died, to remember the past friends and relatives,

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

Many people are ordinary people, and there is 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 in these circumstances, we are still alive.

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

No matter how powerful a person is, he will inevitably face all of this.

"But apparently my brother doesn't, does he?"

In the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth looked at Jon in front of him and said a little meanly.

"My brother is always such a lucky person. Even if he killed his sister, he didn't need to take 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 about to die, or had already died.

But there was a former lover of his who ran out of the tower where he was held and told my brother that in fact, he didn’t have to die, and he could save him in another way. This is the dream of many people in the world. What about things?

He doesn't have to bear anything, and now he's freed from all shackles, enjoying life with his former lover, leaving only poor people like us here to run for his plan. "

"Come on, Aberforth, you and I both know that you are not telling the truth. Although you hate Albus very much, you don't hate him that much. At least it is because of his existence that Ariana can stay for so many years. Until Ariana is reborn."

"Just because Ariana deserves it, doesn't mean Albus can ignore his own mistakes."

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

"Yeah, he's done a lot of things, but none of them worked out, did he?

I think in this world, everything must have an explanation, but you don't need to explain anything, because I know in my heart that the reason why Arianna was able to be saved was because of the pity of Principal Helga, who It is true mercy that promises us brothers and sisters to be born again in His kingdom. "

"Well, I don't want to argue with you about this matter anymore. I can't always wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. Although the situation is not the same now, the reason is similar."

Jon deeply knows how considerate he is. He can fully understand Aberforth's psychology. This is a person who is disgusted in his mouth but has a very upright body. Although his words are always against Albus was full of disdain, but anything Albus ordered, he would do.

"I think at least for now, I should go back to school first, the Order of the Phoenix must have been in a mess, Dumbledore's sudden death must have caused a lot of problems,

Although I have great confidence in Vice Principal McGonagall's ability to handle affairs, I think it's better for me to go back in person. "

"Whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me anyway, if he really dies sometime, I will definitely attend his funeral."

It doesn't matter.

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

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

Dumbledore has died in the real world, so everything in the Order of the Phoenix needs to be taken care of by Jon.

But still the same principle, Jon doesn't want his existence to be known by too many people, so he chooses to notify some people, some people who have the right to speak.

Professor McGonagall.

Severus Snape.

Sir 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 these people an explanation.

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

"Welcome everyone to come to me at this time, of course, some people have to come, and some people, it is really not easy to appear here, especially Professor Snape, so in order to save us Professor Snape's time , I will explain the most important thing first.

Our current problems are very obvious. On the surface, after Dumbledore's death, there will definitely be some problems in people's hearts, but even so, I don't think there is any harm. If things don't go bad to a certain extent, there is no way to succeed in one fell swoop. of,

My people have already started laying a news network outside. When the things here are over, the East side will also follow up the opening of the magic net, so we will be the leaders of the world by then...

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

It just so happened that Mrs. Weasley probably didn't know our specific plan yet, but Arthur did.

... Then there is Professor Snape. According to our previous agreement, you need to continue to disguise. Of course, I have great confidence in you. I will give you the follow-up information through the old method, and the reform of the Ministry of Magic will be entrusted to you. up. "

That's basically all the information in Jon's hands, because he hasn't returned to the laboratory to connect with Anthony and the others, and there won't be so many problems when the docking is over.

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

Molly Weasley looked nervous, but she nodded gravely to show she knew.

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

"Speaking of the children... I think we must have a lot of things that we need our children to help with, starting with the fact that Harry is coming of age... Oh, Professor Snape, yes, you can go."

Snape's figure disappeared in the small room, and Jon turned the topic back: "Except for Professor McGonagall, I hope that we can start recalling the rest of the people regularly. The power of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​enough. I The manpower is mainly to cooperate with the royal family to promote the external world, I think, after this year, we will be able to see the new world."

"Sirius happens to be a dead person right now, so I think he should be in charge of the external connection work, do you have any opinions?"

"No."

"No."

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

No one expressed any negative opinions. Jon selectively ignored Sirius' complaints and seized 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 participate. As far as the Order of the Phoenix is ​​concerned, Arthur, you should be able to do a good job. Just convey my will to them, except Those who are not needed, Lockhart will use memory magic to control them, this list will be provided later by... Molly, how about you?"

Jon's aura at work is terrifying. Even Principal McGonagall is under pressure, let alone Mrs. Weasley.

"I...Of course I can, I know the members best."

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

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

"I think you'll have a lot of time to talk about this after the funeral, so let's adjourn."

Of course, Jon's matter is more important than letting Professor McGonagall understand the cause of the matter. He and Professor McGonagall have Apparated back to Hogwarts, and then he said: "Dumbledore wants to see you. Right time, so when do you have time?"

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

"First of all, Dumbledore should not 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 was dead, and not long before I came out, he just finished his wedding," Jon said the news lightly: "So from now to some time in the future, he should be with you With his partner, it's their honeymoon period.

The reason why he wants to come here is just because he is worried, or there are other reasons, I don't want to know, if you have a suitable time and place, I will help you convey it. "

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

"Of course, if you think of it, Professor, you can inform my student and ask her to pass it on to me."

"Your student?"

"Yeah," Jon blinked, "it's Miss Hermione Granger, I've been training her alone for a long time."

...

All classes are suspended and all exams postponed.

Some students were hastily picked up from Hogwarts by their parents in the two days after Dumbledore's death - the Parvati twins left without breakfast the morning after Dumbledore's death , Zacharias Smith also left the castle with his swaggering father.

The demise of the Smith family is imminent, but no one knows about it. Jon did not kill the family. After all, not everyone knows those old stories.

After all, there is still a little friendship between him and Zacharias.

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

Seamus later told Harry and Ron that his mother had trouble finding a bed in Hogsmeade because so many wizards and wizards had flocked to the village to say their final goodbyes to Dumbledore.

At dusk the day before the funeral, a powder-blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by a dozen huge winged silver-maned horses, flew from the sky and landed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The younger students were very excited because they had never seen such a sight before.

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

Meanwhile, a delegation from the Ministry of Magic - which included the Minister himself - was arranged to take up residence at the castle.

Harry took pains to avoid meeting any of them, as he believed that sooner or later they would question him about Dumbledore's last departure from Hogwarts.

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

Now it's the end of the term, Ginny's exams are over, the pressure of homework has eased, and they spend all 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 what brought him the most comfort.

They visit the school hospital twice a day.

Neville had been released from the hospital, where Bill continued to be under Madam Pomfrey's care.

His scars are still so shocking. To be honest, he looks a lot like Mad-Eye Moody now. Fortunately, his eyes and legs are still intact, but his personality doesn't seem to have changed at all.

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

"...Fortunately, he's going to marry me," Fleur said cheerfully as she patted Bill's pillow softer, "Because the British always overcook their meat. I've said that many times."

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

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

"She's not that bad."

"Well, since Mom can take it, I guess I'm fine too."

"Has anyone we knew died?"

"No," Hermione said dissatisfiedly, startled, while folding the newspaper: "They're still looking for Snape, but there's no clue..."

"Of course not. They won't find Snape until they find Voldemort, and since they haven't been able to find him for so long..."

This kind of conversation was very boring, and Ginny quickly went to sleep, and the topic of the trio naturally quickly entered the Horcrux.

Hermione knew a lot, but she couldn't say it. She remembered the tasks assigned by Jon, just like remembering those spells.

And in the end, they inevitably talked about the funeral.

Harry hadn't been to a funeral before, and since Sirius hadn't died, there were no bones to bury, and of course Harry didn't know about it.

So Harry didn't know what the situation would be like.

what will he see

How will it feel?

Regarding these, he was vaguely worried.

He wondered if Dumbledore's death would be more real to him after the funeral was over, but now, sometimes that terrible truth nearly overwhelmed him, but more often he was blank and numb . He still had a hard time believing that Dumbledore really didn't exist anymore, despite the whole castle talking about it.

The next day, Harry woke up early to pack his bags.

The Hogwarts Express will leave an hour after the funeral.

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

Everyone was in dress robes, and no one seemed to have much appetite.

Professor McGonagall had left the throne-like seat in the middle of the staff table empty, and Hagrid's chair was unoccupied—Harry guessed he might not be in the mood for breakfast.

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

His yellow eyes scanned the Great Hall, and Harry avoided them, but felt uncomfortably that Scrimgeour was looking for him.

Among Scrimgeour's entourage, Harry spotted Percy Weasley with red hair and horn-rimmed glasses.

Ron didn't give a hint that he knew Percy was coming, he just sliced ​​his smoked fish extra hard.

Over there at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle huddled together and whispered.

Although they were both big, hulking young men, without Malfoy's pale, slender figure in the middle, without Malfoy giving orders to them, the two of them looked very lonely.

Harry didn't think about Malfoy any more, all his hatred was focused on Snape.

He hadn't forgotten the terror in Malfoy's voice atop the tower, or the fact that Malfoy's wand had dropped before the other Death Eaters arrived.

Harry didn't believe Malfoy would kill Dumbledore, he still hated Malfoy for his fascination with the Dark Arts, but now there was a tinge of sympathy mixed with that hatred.

Where is Malfoy at the moment?

What exactly was Voldemort ordering him to do by threatening to kill him and his parents?

Ginny poked Harry, interrupting his thoughts.

At this point Professor McGonagall stood up, and the mournful murmur in the Great Hall immediately died down.

"It's almost time," she said, "follow your Headmaster to the grounds, and the Gryffindors will follow me."

Students lined up from behind the benches, barely making a sound.

Harry caught a glimpse of Slughorn standing at the head of the Slytherin procession, wearing rich emerald green robes embroidered with silver thread.

Besides, he had never seen the head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout, so neat and tidy without a patch on his hat.

When they reached the foyer, they found Mrs. Pince standing beside Filch, wearing a thick black veil that fell to her knees, and Filch was wearing an old-fashioned suit and tie, exuding It smelled of mothballs.

Harry went out the door, onto the stone steps, and found them walking in the direction of the lake.

With the warm sunlight shining on his face, they silently followed Professor McGonagall to the place where hundreds of chairs were lined up.

There was an aisle between the chairs, and in front of it stood a marble table, towards which all the chairs were directed.

It is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

Half the chairs were already occupied by people of all kinds: the ragged and the neat, the old and the young.

Most people Harry didn't know, but some he did, including members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks - and her hair miraculously Turning bright pink, Remus Lupine - Tonks holding hands with him, Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Fleur supporting Bill, followed by Fred in black dragon leather jackets and george.

Then there's Madame Maxime - who takes up two and a half chairs by herself, Tom from the Leaky Cauldron, Arabella Figg, Harry's Squib neighbor, and the hairy bass from the Weird Sisters. The fiddler, the knight bus driver Ern Pullan, Mrs. Malkin from the Robe Shop in Diagon Alley, and a few people Harry just looked familiar, such as the waiter in the Hog's Head pub, the pusher on the Hogwarts Express. The Witch of the Trolley.

The ghosts of the castle came too, barely visible in the sunlight and recognizable only as they walked, glowing unreal 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 whispers like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the birds were singing loudly.

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

Harry then recognized Rita Skeeter and was annoyed to see a notebook clutched in her red-clawed hands, then recognized Dolores Umbridge and was furious .

Umbridge wore a sad expression on his toad face, and a black velvet butterfly was crowned in his iron-brown curls.

When she saw Firenze the Centaur standing like a sentinel by the lake, she was frightened and hurried to a seat far away.

Harry wondered if Scrimgeour and the other big men were really saddened by Dumbledore's death, he heard the music, it was like some fairy music from another world, he forgot his dislike for the Minister, and turned to look for the music origin of.

"Where."

And then he saw them, in the clear green water of the sunlit lake, just inches below the surface, and it reminded him of the Inferi, and the terror came over him again.

A chorus of ordinary merfolk sang in a strange language he could not understand, their pale faces unsteady 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.

It spoke plainly of grief and despair - looking down at the emotional faces in the water, Harry felt that at least they were mourning the loss of Dumbledore.

Then Ginny poked him again, and he turned away.

Hagrid was walking slowly along the aisle between the seats.

He was weeping silently, with tears glistening on his face, and Harry knew that he held Dumbledore's body in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

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

Ron looked shocked and pale.

Big, big tears kept dripping down Ginny's and Hermione's laps.

They can't see what's ahead.

Hagrid seemed to place the body carefully on the table. He was walking back down the aisle, blowing his nose vigorously and blowing a trumpet, and some people were throwing disapproving glances at him, among whom Harry saw Dolores Umbridge...

But Harry knew Dumbledore wouldn't mind.

Harry tried to say a friendly hello to Hagrid as he passed, but Hagrid's eyes were so swollen that it was a wonder he could still see where he was going.

Harry looked at the back row, where Hagrid was going, and realized what was giving him the distance.

There sat the giant Glop, in a jacket and trousers the size of a small tent, his enormous, ugly, pebble-like head hanging down, seeming docile, even understanding.

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

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

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

His voice was a little choked, making it hard for the people in the back row to hear clearly, only a few words could be vaguely heard:

"Noble Spirit"..."Scholarly Achievement"..."Great Mind"...

The sound of splashing water came from the left, and he turned his head to see that the mermaids had all emerged from the water and were listening carefully. Harry thought of Dumbledore squatting by the water two years ago, almost exactly where Harry was sitting now, talking to the leader of the merfolk in the merfolk language.

Harry didn't know where Dumbledore had learned the merman's language.

There are so many things he didn't ask him, and so many things he should tell him...

And then, suddenly, the terrible truth hit him, more relentlessly than ever, undeniable. Dumbledore is dead and gone...

He clutched the cold locket so tightly that it hurt his palms, but he still couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes: he avoided the eyes of Ginny and the others, and looked at the lake in the distance In the Forbidden Forest, the little man in black is still giving a monotonous speech...

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

They didn't come out into the clearing, and Harry saw them standing half hidden in the shadows, looking motionless at the wizards here, their bows 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, such as the Minister, but no one moved.

Suddenly, several people screamed.

Blazing white flames shot out from Dumbledore's body and around the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body. White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes: for an instant Harry thought he saw a phoenix soaring joyfully into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared and a white marble tomb appeared there , including Dumbledore's body and the table where the body was placed.

Countless arrows hid in the air like a shower, causing a few screams, but they fell far away from the crowd. Harry knew that it was the centaurs who were mourning. He saw them turn and disappear among the shady trees. The murlocs also sank slowly into the green bottom, and were never seen again.

The funeral is over.

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