I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"...I am being poured out now, and the time of my death has come. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith. Henceforth, the righteous The crown is reserved for me, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give me in that day. Not only to me, but to all who love his appearing, amen."

In the solemn church, the elder priest finished his long eulogy, and a dozen old men in black clothes heavily raised their heads, which had been hanging slightly.

Sitting at the front is an elderly nun. Although her face is full of wrinkles and spots, her waist is still straight and her face is not at all kind as an old woman should be. Instead, she is serious and cold, which is daunting.

"It's really a wrong choice to let you be a pastor. If you read a simple eulogy like this, Greene will start to scold you if he knows it."

Hearing the nun's sarcasm, the priest on the stage put down the Bible in his hand and spread his hands.

"I've already said that I'm not this material, so isn't it appropriate for you to come to deliver the eulogy?"

The nun shook her head.

"I'm a nun in the church and can't do the work of a priest."

The pastor twitched the corners of his mouth. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the guts, so he could only talk silently in his heart.

My fake priest for a day is not as good as you, a fake nun who has been a fake nun for over forty years.

"Okay, we can sing the hymn to see Green off," the nun commanded.

The old people present stood up tremblingly from their seats, some of them were too old to straighten their waists, and even lost all their teeth.

But even the eldest old man stood up on his own crutches at this time.

They sang hymns together, and the old voices echoed through the chapel, adding a touch of solitude to the already empty church.

The singing ended, but no one sat down.

The silence lasted for a minute before the nun spoke slowly.

"Today another old friend left us forever. In the forty-five years of living here, Green is the twenty-third to pass away, but he has done as well as the twenty-two colleagues who left us before him. The same will always be remembered in the bottom of our hearts, until the last one of us grows old."

She held her head high and solemnly recited the belief that she had never forgotten for forty-five years.

"For the greater good!"

The old men said in unison.

"For the greater good!"

The old voice is still loud, but like the twilight bell tolling, it will eventually become silent with time.

They lined up and walked to the high platform one by one, offering farewell gifts to the old friends lying in the coffins.

The coffin was finally carried away by the family of the deceased old man, and some of the old people who had married were picked up by their families. Whether or not they got married, their legs and feet were already uneasy, and they were supported and sent home by a fairly tough body.

The nun just stood there, silently watching them leave one by one, and finally stopped the three of them.

"Smith, Simon, Leon, you stay."

Hearing her voice, a lame man leaning on a cane, a fat man with a beard on his face, and a thin old man who had just taken off his priest's clothes on the high platform stopped their movements and footsteps and gathered around the nun.

"What's the matter, Rozier? The cows in my ranch haven't had time to feed the grass tonight, so they can't stay here for too long." Simon, a fat man with a beard on his face, complained.

"A wizard has come here." Sister Rozier said calmly.

Suddenly, it was like a thunderbolt on the ground, which stunned the three old men present.

It took a long time for them to come back to their senses.

The fake priest Leon was a little nervous, he stammered.

"Also, are there any wizards who dare to come here?"

"There are wizards who dare to come here!"

It was the old cripple named Smith who repeated what he said.

Not as nervous as Leon, his five senses are tough, his voice is high, and he seems like a pretty tough guy.

Rozier sat back in the chair and glanced at the cross on the high platform.

"A wizard entered here two days ago. His magic power is strong and he is an adult wizard. This afternoon, another wizard came. His magic power is weak but vigorous. He should be a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. Adult wizard."

"Why do they dare to come here?" Simon said in disbelief.

Rozier glanced at the fool, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes, lit it for himself, and sighed in the church for a while, without the clergy's reverence for the Lord at all.

Although Leon was a little timid, he was the smartest person here, his face was a little pale, and he muttered.

"What we need to care about now is not why they have the guts to come here, but to find out if their purpose is for us."

Simon glared at him, as if he was not pleasing to the eye.

"It's all here, everyone is ordinary people, you are afraid of the fart!"

Leon blushed and defended himself.

"I'm not worried about the old friends who have married! The Ministry of Magic has connections with the Muggle government in the UK. If they send people to let the local Muggle police come to trouble us, you let those who have married people. How to live!"

Rozier flicked the soot, frowned at the two of them, and said coldly.

"Go out and make noise, don't disturb the purity of the Lord."

The two old men shrank their necks in fright and closed their mouths, but they didn't know what they were muttering in their hearts.

"As long as we don't get out of the city, the Ministry of Magic won't come to trouble us again, as Dumbledore promised us before."

Rozier characterised this matter. Although he was an enemy, he had to admit that Dumbledore was impeccable in terms of credibility.

"Then we don't care about anything now?" The old men looked at the nun eagerly, waiting for her to make up her mind.

Rozier looked at the cross for a while, and seemed to be looking at something.

"You've got someone to go over and see what they're going to do, and then talk about what's next."

The three old men looked at each other.

"You're going to take care of those cows on your farm. Smith is a lame man and can't move easily. I'll go." Leon, who seemed the most timid, said instead.

Simon shook his head.

"Those cows are fine even if they are hungry. You used to be the trump card among us. There are too many wizards who knew you before. If you were recognized in the past, it would be bad for you to scare the snake. I'd better go."

Smith, who had never been involved in their conversation, tapped the floor with his cane, stopping their humility.

"Shut up!" he shouted irritably, "What are you fighting for! I am a lame person, and this status makes it easier for people to let their guard down. There is nothing wrong with my family, I will go!"

After saying that, he put on his hat and limped outside the church with a cane.

Rozier snuffed out the cigarette butt and sneered.

"That's how you went? Do you know where they are?"

Smith froze in place and turned around with a dark face.

"Where are they?"

"They're all near the pub on Malton Road. Wizards have different temperaments from Muggles, so be careful."

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