HP Magic Biography

In fact, Fanlin had to rest early. Fortunately, compared to Harry and Ron and the others, Fanlin’s mood was not that complicated, but Fanlin had to get up early to pack his luggage the next day. The Gwartz express train will leave one hour after Dumbledore’s funeral. For this reason, everyone has to speed up, but there is no doubt that Dumbledore’s funeral is inevitable.

　　 In fact, when Fanlin went downstairs, he found that the mood in the hall was very depressed. Everyone wore their most formal robes, and no one looked hungry.

This depressed mood infected everyone. Everyone present experienced that painful night. At this time, as if there was no academy, everyone stood together in disarray. Fanlin noticed that there was still carat. Gore, those little followers of Malfoy.

　　Compared to Malfoy, obviously, these little followers of his were more suitable to be Death Eaters, so that Snape would not be allowed to take over this terrible task, perhaps Harry could accept it more easily.

　　 "Here, Hermione!" Fanlin said, and ran to pick up Hermione's big and small bags.

　　 Dobby has his own life, staying with Shining and Kreacher. Although it doesn't look so harmonious, Dobby is still very happy.

　　 One after another, the hall that originally seemed a bit empty also became crowded.

　　 Professor McGonagall vacated Dumbledore's seat on the staff desk. Hagrid's chair was also empty, and Fanlin felt that Hagrid probably couldn't bear to face this breakfast.

　　 They lost Dumbledore, which was a cruel reality for Hagrid.

　　 And Snape's position was naturally vacant, and to Fanlin's surprise, Scrimgeour was sitting in Snape's position.

　　 Very keenly, Scrimgeour's gaze constantly scanned everyone present.

　　 "Block me..." Harry lowered his head instinctively, Scrimgeour was looking for him, it was a troublesome thing, and Harry obviously didn't have that much thought to deal with a Minister of Magic.

　　 Beside Scrimgeour, following Percy Weasley with red hair and horny-rimmed glasses.

In this regard, Ron did not show the way he met Percy. He poked a few pieces of bacon, with unaccustomed swear words in his mouth. Ron had forgiven Percy, but in his mouth... after all , Percy really did not match the personality of the Weasley family, even though Percy was once Mrs. Weasley’s favorite child.

At the Slytherin table, Kara and Gore also squeezed into the dining table. As usual, the two of them gathered together and whispered softly. Although they had such a huge body, without the pale face, they kept giving orders. Malfoy, they looked strangely thin.

　　 Maybe this is what it looks like without the backbone.

　　 In fact, no matter if it was Harry or Fanlin, or even Ron or Hermione, they didn't think much about Malfoy.

As for Harry, all his hatred was directed at Snape, but he did not forget the fear in the voice of Malfoy at the top of the tower, nor did he forget him when another Death Eater arrived. Put down the wand.

　　 Harry didn't believe that Malfoy would kill Dumbledore. He despised Malfoy and was still obsessed with dark magic, but now he was mixed with the smallest sympathy for him.

　　 Harry was thinking, where is Malfoy now, would Voldemort order him to kill his parents and himself after intimidation?

　　 "Okay, let's start!" Ginny stab Harry, motioning him to sit up.

　　 Professor McGonagall got up, and the sad voice in the auditorium stopped.

　　 "It's time," Professor McGonagall said, "Please follow your dean outside. Gryffindor students, follow me."

　　 They lined up and followed their dean quietly.

　　 Slughorn walked at the front of the Slytherin queue. He assumed Snape's duties. Today he is wearing a gorgeous bright green robe with silver embroidery.

To Fanlin’s surprise, he had never seen the Dean of Hefpaff...Professor Sputlaw once dressed so neatly; there was no patch on her hat, and when they reached the entrance hall, they Ms. Pins was found standing next to Filch. She was wearing a veil that reached her knees. Filch was constantly finishing up a dress that looked like an old-fashioned pleated skirt. This was in the Triwizard Tournament. Ron's dress is very similar.

　　 When Fanlin pulled away from the constant novelty, he found that he was already standing on the stone steps of the front door, and now they were facing the lake.

When they followed Professor McGonagall quietly to a place full of rows of chairs, the warmth of the sun rubbed everyone's faces, but it was a pity that the bright spring of Hogwarts in the past also dissipated. Don't take away the lingering solemnity and solemnity.

　　 An aisle is in the middle in front of them: there is a marble table in front, and all the chairs face it. This is one of the most beautiful summer days.

　　 A group of strange people have been seated in half of the chairs: crappy and clever, old and small. Most of Fanlin didn’t know him, but some he knew, they were members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shaker, Mad Eye Moody, Tonks (her hair magically returned to the most vivid pink Color), Remus Lupin (Tonks wants to hold his hand)...

　　 Seeing this, Fanlin quickly looked away from him. It seemed that Tonks was about to succeed?

　　Of course, there were Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, Bill and his beautiful wife Fleur, and finally followed Fred and George, who wore black dragon leather jackets.

　　 Then there is Mrs. Maxim (it is worth mentioning that she owns two and a half seats).

　　 After that, it was Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, who drove over from London not far away.

After that, it was Arabella Feige, Harry’s dumb neighbor, the hairy double bass player of the quirky sister music group, the driver of the Cavalier bus, Mrs. Morkin (the proprietress of Diagon Alley Robe Shop), and Some people whom Fanlin has only seen but cannot be named, such as the owner of Three Broomsticks, the witch pushing the cart on the Hogwarts Express train, and the ghosts in the castle are also there, almost invisible under bright sunlight. , They can be distinguished only when they are moving, the intangible body glows in the bright air.

　　 However, what surprised Fanlin the most was that the younger brother who had severed ties with Dumbledore, the owner of the Pig’s Head Bar, Aberforth, also came to attend his brother’s funeral.

　　 Sirius was sitting at the front. I'm sorry, he was blocked by Mrs. Maxim. If it wasn't for his tattooed skin, Fanlin wouldn't even recognize him.

　　 However, this is obviously not the time to renew the past.

　　 Fanlin and several people sat down on the seats in the last row by the lake.

　　 People were whispering to each other; it sounded like a wisp of breeze on the grass, but the singing of the birds came loudly from a distance. The crowd continued to grow; because of the power of momentary love, Harry saw Luna help Neville sit down.

On the night Dumbledore was killed, they responded to Hermione’s call individually among all DA members. Harry knew why: they were the ones who missed the DA the most... Maybe they checked their coins regularly with hope. , And look forward to another meeting.

　　 Luna said that she liked that place more than once, but the busy schoolwork left them no time to organize. Snape taught...

　　 Harry regretted a bit, what if D.A is still held as usual?

　　Is it Malfoy...

　　Connelly Fudge walked to the front row, his expression was painful, and he held his green bowler hat tightly as usual.

　　 Hmm... Now Fudge prefers the colors of the Forgiveness series, maybe this can help him quickly get rid of the usual recognition of him.

Then, it was Harry’s turn to be angry, because he recognized Rita Skeeter, a person he saw so angrily that he grabbed her notebook with his red-nailed hands; Shaking angrily, this is Dolores Jane Umbridge.

　　 She also attended Dumbledore's funeral. Unsurprisingly, there was a weird expression on her toad-like face, pretending to mourn, but she was so happy that she took off.

A black velvet top hat was worn on her iron gray curly hair. When she saw the horseman Firenze, standing like a guard by the lake, she hurriedly took the lead and turned around and sat down far away. In one seat.

　　The faculty members finally sat down, and Harry could see Scrimgeour sitting with Professor McGonagall in the front row looking serious and honorable. Harry wondered if Scrimgeour and other important people were really sad about Dumbledore's departure, he forgot to look for the source of his dissatisfaction with the Ministry.

　　 He is not the only one: many heads are turning around, searching in the crowd, with a little panic.

　　The people who came are too complete. If Voldemort was smarter and desperately came here, and then made a spell to destroy Azkaban, everything would be over.

　　 "Look."

　　 Suddenly, a brief exclamation awakened everyone's attention.

　　 Then, almost everyone discovered that a group of dark shadows were shaking several feet below the surface of the water.

　　 That is the mermaid in the black lake.

Now, a group of mermaids gather together to sing songs that everyone can’t understand. The mermaids are close to the surface of the water, visible to the naked eye, with thin waves floating on their pale faces, their slightly purple hair flowing around, this music The hair on many people's necks stood up. This music was very unpleasant. It clearly expressed loss and despair.

　　 When the caring people saw the beastly faces of the singers, they were inexplicable. Although they didn't like it, Fanlin had a feeling. At least, they were sad for Dumbledore's passing.

　　 Hagrid walked slowly between the chairs in the aisle. He was crying silently, the tears on his face gleaming, and in his hand, purple velvet, adorned with golden stars, contained Dumbledore's body.

　　 This look made Fanlin suddenly feel an uncomfortable pain in his throat, as if Dumbledore had really left forever.

　　 With strange music and knowledge... Dumbledore's body curled up, as if taking away all the warmth.

　　 Ron looked pale and shocked, and tears flowed from the faces of Hermione and Ginny to the hem of his clothes quickly and more. They couldn't clearly see what was going on in front of them, and Hagrid seemed to carefully put the body on the table.

Now Hagrid was walking back down the corridor. He sucked his nose and made a loud horn-like sound, which made some people suddenly disgusted, including Umbridge. This woman is really annoying... …

　　 When Hagrid passed by them, Harry tried to make a friendly gesture, but Hagrid's eyes were so puffy that even he wondered where he was going.

　　 Harry naturally continued to mourn Dumbledore honestly.

　　 Fanlin followed Hagrid's gaze and looked at the last row. Hagrid faced it. Suddenly, Fanlin realized what was there.

　　 is the giant Glop, wearing a jacket and trousers the size of a small tent, his big and ugly stone face is drooping down, very docile, making him look like a human.

　　 Incredibly, Hagrid’s wish was fulfilled, and Glop put on human costumes, and then did the same behavior as humans.

　　 This is a miracle on a giant who is born with a mentally flawed body.

　　 Without looking for Mrs. Maxim, Hagrid naturally sat next to his half-brother, and Glop pressed **** his head, so his chair-like legs sank to the ground.

　　 As expected...

　　 Fanlin wanted to laugh for a moment, but he would be beaten up and laughed at the funeral. Only Umbridge would do that.

　　 But the music stopped, Fanlin turned his head and looked at the front again. A small blond man in a plain black cloak stood up and stood in front of Dumbledore's body.

　　 Fanlin couldn't hear what he said. They only vaguely heard some strange words: "The nobility of the soul...the contribution of knowledge...the greatness of the soul..."

　　 This doesn't sound like any sense.

　　Unexpectedly, Harry was a little strange, which seemed to be different from the Dumbledore Harry knew.

　　 He suddenly remembered Dumbledore’s interpretation of some words, ‘itwit’, ‘oddmet’, ‘blubber’ ad ‘twea’.

　　 So, like Fanlin, Harry could hardly resist a laugh.

　　 "You two, what's wrong?"

　　 There was a soft voice to the left of Fanlin and Harry, and suddenly Harry put away his smile.

　　 He remembered Dumbledore squatting on the water's edge two years ago, very close to where Harry is sitting now, talking to the mermaid in mermaid language.

　　 He was wondering where Dumbledore learned the mermaid talk.

　　 He has too many things to ask him, he should say more... and then, without any warning, the cruel facts, more complete and undeniable, flashed from his mind.

　　 Dumbledore is dead and gone... He held the cold box in his hand so tightly that he felt pain, but he still couldn't stop the tears from overflowing from his eyes.

　　 He took his eyes away from Ginny and the others, looked across the lake to the Forbidden Forest, the man was still muttering.

　　 "Dumbledore is indeed dead..." Fan Lin thought to himself, and suddenly he sighed and chose the power of death. Dumbledore would probably not be willing to let himself stay here for too long.

　　 Leaving Hogwarts, in another way, this is obviously more suitable for his situation.

　　 Something is moving in the forbidden forest. The horses also came to show their respect. They did not go outside but Fanlin saw them standing motionless, half covered by shadows, looking at the other wizards, they bowed to the side.

For a moment, Harry thought a lot. He was the one who really sorrows. Suddenly, he remembered the night when he first went to the Forbidden Forest. He met Voldemort for the first time, learning to be like a wizard with Fanlin. Fight the same.

　　 This is the wizard, power contains wisdom, and even, not long ago, Harry was still discussing a war with Dumbledore.

　　 "This is very important," Dumbledore said. "Keep fighting. Only then can evil be stopped, although it will never be completely wiped out."

Sitting in the big sun, Harry clearly saw the people who cared about him now standing in front of him one by one, his mother, his father, and finally Dumbledore, everyone was determined to protect him; But now it's all over.

　　 He can't let anyone stand between him and Voldemort anymore~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The asylum of his parents means that nothing can hurt him, and he must forever give up this fantasy that he shouldn't have when he was a year old.

　　 Harry will no longer be awakened by nightmares, there will no longer be comforting whispers in the dark telling him that he is safe, his last and greatest protector has died, and now he has never been so alone.

　　 The man finally stopped talking and returned to his seat.

　　 Inexplicably, Harry was a little urgent. He waited for others to stand up. He was looking forward to a speech. Maybe it was the minister, but no one moved.

　　 Then several people screamed.

　　 Bright, white flames erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table on which he was lying, and they rose higher and higher, covering the body.

　　The white smoke hovered in the air and turned into strange shapes. Harry thought that the moment his heart stopped beating, he saw a phoenix flying into the fire happily, but the flame disappeared in the next second. There was a white marble tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and his resting table.

　　 Suddenly a rain of arrows roared through the air, causing several screams. But these bows and arrows fell far away from the crowd.

　　 This is the sacrifice of horse people, and then they turned and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

　　 The mermaid also slowly sank into the green lake water and disappeared.

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