The Death Knell

Harry didn't know how to explain to Ron that most Muggle funerals were not like this.

Because after Regulus was buried, Ron was obviously still unsatisfied and wanted to attend another dancing funeral.

Ginny went to chat with her senior sister. I wonder if she asked Miss Granger the same question. Harry could see Hermione smiling reluctantly.

At this moment, Harry felt that he and geniuses also had something in common, that is, they often had difficulty speaking.

The professor and the strange wizards were obviously led astray by Professor Wilson. They felt that Muggle funerals were like this, and they believed so deeply that they planned to arrange it this way after their own deaths.

Once people form a fixed understanding, it is difficult to change it. Dumbledore's expression shows that the principal is completely obsessed with the coffin-carrying dance at this time!

Although Harry had already realized in physical education class that Professor Wilson was definitely a monster, he never expected that he would not even let go of other people's funerals...

But why do you feel happy even yourself?

Even after returning to the gun shop, your feet still keep shaking?

Harry quickly shook his head to get rid of the incomprehensible thoughts. He didn't want to admit that he had even thought about being sent away with such pleasure.

But if he died, his good brother and godfather would still cry, right?

He thought about it and asked, "Ron, would you be sad if I died?"

"Of course, buddy." Ron was wrestling with a piece of honey candy with his teeth. He said vaguely: "Didn't you notice that we have exactly seven children in our family? Let Ginny lead the dance then, and we will be six. My brother will carry the coffin for you. Don’t worry, I swear we will all be smiling, singing and dancing, and won’t let anyone see my sadness and reluctance.”

"......Thanks."

Harry covered his head and forced out a word through his teeth.

The freckled boy didn't notice. He was still in high spirits, and the music was still playing in his mind. He shook his shoulders and said:

"Do you think if you use magic, you can do more tricks with the coffin? For example, you can use transformation to make the coffin grow arms and legs, and it can perform a passionate samba dance on its own while carrying you. Wouldn't that be great? I have decided to form a team of coffin bearers after graduation and work hard for the advancement of the funeral industry in the magical world throughout my life!"

Harry, who was almost speechless, took a deep breath: "As long as you're happy, I think I'd better be cremated when the time comes. I'm not a religious person anyway, so I don't necessarily need to be buried..."

The red-haired Ron was stunned, and suddenly hit his palm with his fist:

"Wonderful! The urn can be danced by just one person holding it. You are really a genius. This way I don't have to worry about manpower!"

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In the following days, Mr. Potter's life was much easier. Anyway, after leaving the Dursley's house, he had no intention of going back in a short time.

This time, Dumbledore also uncharacteristically adopted the default attitude. He acted as if he didn't see it and allowed Sirius to open a private room for Harry in the Leaky Cauldron and stay there.

Now Harry was happy. He could eat for money every day, and then go to Diagon Alley to have fun. Even if he went to the animal shop to see those magical animals, it was better than seeing his cousin's face at home.

What's more, Sirius has already bought tickets for the Quidditch World Cup finals. The Black family has a lot of savings, and the godfather is also a generous spender. The seat he bought is said to be very good.

Harry also made an appointment with Ron's family to watch the game together.

The adults were all busy, and his parents gave Harry a lot of inheritance, so during the summer vacation of his third grade, the boy-who-lived spent a real vacation alone in Diagon Alley.

Even his steps became slower than before, and he spent a lot of time in the ice cream shop every day.

In fact, he was also thinking about it. Ron now has a direction after graduation. After all, he will be in fourth grade at the beginning of school and will graduate in three years. That will be quick.

But what should I do after graduation?

His knowledge about finding a job is limited to Muggle society. He has no idea how Hogwarts graduates should find a job and submit their resume to the Ministry of Magic or a store?

The most critical problem is that Harry cannot find his own strengths. Except for playing Quidditch, he is not good at everything else.

You can get good grades in a few subjects that you are good at, but you will get a passing grade in the courses that you are not good at, which means you will be mediocre no matter how you look at it.

How about teaming up with Ron to carry the coffin? If you have some money, you can use it to invest in shares. When the time comes, Ron will dance and you will play music next to him?

Thinking of this, the corner of Harry's mouth twitched again, and he decided that he would do it unless he was really desperate and starved to death. He still couldn't accept the job of dancing while carrying someone else's coffin.

At this moment, he noticed that across the alley, a few shops away, an old man was standing at the door of Wilson's Automatic Wand Shop, smiling and waving at him.

Harry remembered him. This old man was the one he had seen at the underground shooting range before. He was probably a firearms administrator or something like that?

In short, Mr. Porter was still very polite. Originally, he was ready to leave after finishing the ice cream. Now that the old man greeted him, of course he had to go over and say hello.

"Come on, come in and play."

The old man didn't know why, but Harry always felt that he was a bit enchanting, but when he looked carefully, that feeling disappeared again, and it was clear that he was just passionate.

"Hello, sir, I won't go in to play. You still have business to do."

Harry politely refused, fearing the PE teacher.

The old man couldn't help but put his arm around Harry's shoulders and led him into the store: "How can there be any business in this shabby place? Don't worry, your professor is not here today. It's just me and a few clerks looking at the store. You still want to play with guns?" Really? I have the final say when the boss is not around. The most important thing during the summer vacation is to be happy, hahahaha."

As he spoke, he also let out a three-stage laugh. He was really happy.

The Boy Who Lived was moved. Since he last came into contact with firearms, he really fell in love with this sport.

Yes, he fully recognizes that gun shooting is also a sport. After all, he knows that it is still an Olympic event, but it is a bit inconsistent with the wizarding world.

But the old man is right. During summer vacation, the most important thing is to have fun. What’s wrong with having fun?

The old gentleman kept his promise and took him to the underground shooting range. After taking protective measures for him, he took out various thermal weapons for Harry to play with.

The old man was able to explain all the firearms in a clear and logical manner, and carefully gave instructions on how to operate them.

As a wizard, this man was far more familiar with Muggle firearms than Harry expected.

The other party may have noticed his doubts and took the initiative to explain: "Although I am a pure-blood wizard and a bald old man now, I participated in World War II and I can use Muggle firearms and tanks. .”

The boy was a little surprised that the wizarding world was really capable of many people: "I thought only Professor Wilson knew these things."

"Hahaha, how is that possible? Muggles have invented guns a long time ago, but wizards thought it was completely restrained by the Iron Armor Charm, so they didn't care at all." The old man put a Springfield rifle in Harry's arms. Indicating that he could give it a try: "But firearms can be used for assassination. No one can maintain the Iron Armor Curse 24 hours a day. That means your principal's thinking is old-fashioned and he doesn't pay attention to the power of such things at all."

"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of the century!"

Harry protested, that's what it said in both the History of Magic and the card in the Chocolate Frog.

The old man was not angry at being rebutted, but seemed a little happy. However, he sighed again, took out a chocolate frog card, and handed it to Harry:

"You haven't eaten chocolate frogs recently, have you? What you said is in the past tense. Your principal and I are old, and now is the age of young people."

The boy looked down and saw that Miss Granger in the frame of the card was smiling reservedly. On the back of the card was densely written in small letters:

‘Hermione Granger, born in 1980, is currently the Goodwill Ambassador of the International Federation of Wizards. She personally promotes international exchange student projects, represents the British Ministry of Magic in diplomatic affairs, and has made important contributions to the unity of the international wizarding community. She is also the founder of the new Animagus technology, the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of voodoo curses, and the world champion of the wizarding world's unarmed bear fighting competition. Seventy-two kinds of magic were invented or improved, and eight new potion mixing theories were developed or discovered. She is the guardian of the Philosopher's Stone, a second-level knight of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Magical Congress of the United States, a lifelong consultant to the French Ministry of Magic, and the Japanese Ministry of Magic... She is the greatest witch of the 20th century. ’

Harry opened his mouth and the card slipped from his hand...