The Bard at Hogwarts

It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

No. 12 Morig Square, the old house of the Black family, welcomed real guests for the first time in more than a decade.

Even if these people only came to attend the funeral, they also added a lot of popularity to this once abandoned old house.

The green flames of the fireplace continued to rise, and people continued to walk out of the fireplace.

The sky was gray, as if carrying endless grief, and the clouds were low, suppressing everyone's mood.

In this solemn and heavy atmosphere, everyone gathered together to attend Regulus' funeral.

On the lawn in the backyard of the Black old house, black flags fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if whispering the name of the deceased.

Dumbledore held a eulogy tightly in his hand and stood quietly in front of the coffin.

The Weasley family stood in the crowd, their faces full of sadness. Arthur Weasley held his wife Molly's hand tightly, as if giving her strength.

And their children, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny, all stood in silence with heavy faces.

Lupin stood quietly in the distance. Unlike others, he really liked Regulus. He was the one who did not look at him with strange eyes after learning about his werewolf identity.

Similarly, the Malfoy family also attended the funeral. After all, in theory, Regulus was Draco's uncle, a real uncle.

...

Funerals are always a heavy topic.

At funerals, no one would speak unless necessary.

Communication between the living is disrespectful to the dead.

Ino, dressed in a black satin robe, also stood quietly in a corner, meeting the eyes of many familiar people, and they just nodded to each other.

As time passed.

Fudge and many Ministry of Magic officials also came to the scene. Although many people did not receive an invitation, English magic is so big that everyone knows everything.

Of course, whether these officials came to the scene to give the deceased a last respect or to expand their social circle is unknown.

However, one thing is worth affirming, everyone has a sad look on their face, and their eyes also reveal respect and remembrance for the deceased, and no one can find a fault.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the gray sky, small snowflakes quietly floated.

The crystal snow fell silently, hitting the black coffin, making a rustling sound.

As the snowflakes fell, Ino slowly loosened the wand hidden in his sleeve.

At the same time, Dumbledore slowly walked forward and began to read the eulogy.

The voice was low and powerful, and every word was clearly audible.

It tells the story of Regulus' short life, his bravery, his wisdom and his self-sacrificing feelings.

The people present also reflected the complexity of human nature. Some people were really immersed in this grief and memories, while others just listened silently.

But no matter what, all this is over.

As the eulogy ended, everyone came forward and placed the flowers in their hands in front of the grave.

Each flower represents a grief and blessing, and they gather into a sea of ​​flowers, decorating Regulus's grave exceptionally beautifully.

The sky was still gray, but in this sea of ​​flowers, Ino felt that he seemed to really see the figure of the boy through the tombstone.

But after a glimpse, it disappeared again.

He didn't care too much about this, and gently put down the white cosmos in his hand to express his condolences.

...

Those who have passed away have become the past; and those who are still alive are still living as in the old days.

The fireplace of the Black old house flickered frequently again.

Many people left, such as Regulus's sister, Andromeda, and her daughter Fadora Tonks, such as Lucius and his wife...

Of course, many people stayed.

After explaining the situation to his parents, Draco ran over quietly.

"Why don't you go home? This is not your home ground." Ino turned his head slightly.

"Home ground?" Draco was slightly puzzled, but he soon found the problem. Seven or eight red-haired people should not be too conspicuous.

"It's okay. You are here! They dare not do anything."

Hearing this slightly proud answer, Ino shook his head helplessly.

He was a little surprised by Draco's appearance. Because he was planning to chat with the twins in the last second. After all, the Christmas gifts they gave this year are really interesting.

But now he can only give up this idea.

After all, taking the surname Malfoy to find the surname Weasley is probably out of the category of fanning the flames...

Although Weasley can't be found, there is another place to go.

...

Black's old house.

In the spacious living room, Fudge was talking to everyone with a sad face.

With this expression, those who don't know would think that the person lying in the coffin is his brother.

But this sorrow did not last too long. When Fudge saw someone coming, he quickly switched to another face, which was a kind of care and appreciation for the talented younger generation.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Minister." Ino said calmly.

This was his first time meeting Fudge, but he did not have much opinion on this almost villainous Minister of Magic in the original story.

It's simple, the world is never black and white.

Even if all the colors in the world disappear, leaving only black and white, they will blend together to create a new color - gray.

So in many things, there is no right or wrong, only positions.

At the same time, Fudge was full of admiration when he saw the rising star in front of him, especially when the other party was followed by the only son of the Malfoy family.

Many things can be seen from a glimpse.

"How lucky! Whenever I see you, I feel fortunate for the future of the English magic world! Sincerely fortunate!"

Fudge's voice sounded a little hoarse, but with impeccable expressions and body language, people can always feel sincerity in his words and deeds.

"Thank you for the minister's praise!" Ino shook his head slightly, "I came here this time to clarify something, about Regulus, this is the handwriting he left..."

A yellowed parchment, although it has been processed by magic, it is also inseparable from the vicissitudes of time.

In fact, after seeing Fudge's figure at the funeral, he knew that some things had been concluded.

Fudge's attendance at the funeral was a silent statement, and also a recognition of Regulus.

But even so, Ino still planned to make this will public so that more people would know the hidden story.

However, there are many ways to make it public, and the most effective one is undoubtedly to be announced by the Ministry of Magic, which is authoritative and unquestionable.

Fudge took the note and saw the childish message on it.

After a while, he nodded seriously.

"Leave this to me, no one will forget the contribution made by Regulus."

Fudge's statement also made Ino see a rare trace of sincerity in a politician.