When Jon returned to the Great Hall, he was confronted with a rather regrettable incident, which was that the house-elves had taken the salmon from the Hufflepuff table.

Just as he was contemplating what to eat next, Professor McGonagall returned to the Great Hall.

Zacharith reminded Jon, interrupting his thoughts. Professor McGonagall stood there with a serious face, and the mournful whispers in the auditorium immediately calmed down.

"It's almost time. She exclaimed, "All the students, please follow your dean to the grounds, and Gryffindor, you come with me." ”

They lined up from behind the bench, barely making a sound, and followed Professor Sprout.

The Ravenclaw students, naturally, followed Professor Flitwick...... Slytherin's case is a bit peculiar, as they are now led by Professor Sétima Victor, the thirty-year-old witch who is now the only Slytherin teacher in the school.

They walked out of the gate in turn, with Gryffindor at the front and Slytherin at the end...... After descending the stone steps, walk in the direction of Hogsmeade Lake.

The warm sunlight in the sky shone on their faces, and on the shores of Lake Hogsmeade there were almost a thousand chairs, with an aisle in the middle, and in the center a marble table, all facing it.

Nearly half of the seats were already full, but it looked mixed. Some were ragged, some were handsome, some were old and young, and there were even goblins and house-elves......

Most of them were faces Jon didn't recognize, but there were a few he knew—

For example, most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix...... For example, Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shackle, and the Weasleys......

And Madame Maxim, who sat with Hagrid, and the two of them took up ten places...... Beauxbatons' students, too, seemed to have arrived, and they sat behind Hagrid.

Hannah's grandfather, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, also arrives, along with a few familiar faces that can often be seen at the Leaky Cauldron...... There were also several singers from the Eccentric Sisters, the rider bus driver Ern-Pullan, and the merchants of the shops in Hogsmeade......

The ghosts of the castle all appeared, barely visible in the sunlight, recognizable only when they walked around, shimmering illusory in the bright air. Whether it's Nick, the Fat Friar, or even Peeves, their expressions have become very serious......

Jon sat at the back of the crowd, listening to the whispers of the people in front of him...... More and more people are rushing towards this side in an orderly manner, and some people have no place and can only stand silently in the corner.

Cornelius Fudge, the former Minister of Magic, walked past them and walked towards the front seat, his face grimacing, his hands rubbing aimlessly.

and Rita Skeeter, an unpopular British journalist at Hogwarts, who looked very excited, with a notebook in her red-pawed hand and looking around from time to time.

Jon then recognized Dolores Umbridge. Her toad face had a sad expression, and a black velvet butterfly was on top of her iron-brown curls. When she saw the Goublé Flame beside the marble table (Hagrid had brought it in honor of Dumbledore), she suddenly shook her body and hurried to a seat in the distance.

Finally, everyone was seated. Minister Amelia Bones, along with Rufus Scrimgeour and Mrs. McGonagall, sat in the front row, dressed formally and looking dignified.

However, Jon is very skeptical, with Voldemort already on the run, do these big figures of the Ministry of Magic really feel sad about the "death" of Albus Dumbledore?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on the marble table in front of him, and no one had a chance to observe his movements, Jon carefully took a yet-grown phoenix from his pocket and placed it on the ground, motioning for her to leave.

A few minutes later—Fox's mournful singing came from nowhere. The phoenix was singing a poignant elegy in a way Jon had never heard before, echoing around the campus and among the castle windows.

Almost to echo the phoenix's song, a chorus of merfolk slowly swam to the edge of the lake. They sang in a strange language that wizards didn't understand.

Their ugly, pale faces applied seriousness, and purple hair floated around them. The music is hair-wrenching, but it's not harsh. The merfolk are clearly telling of grief and despair.

......

Albus Dumbledore didn't leave his body, and on the long marble table, there were only some "relics" left behind by him during his lifetime—

The purple velvet robe embellished with Venus, pale blue half-moon glasses, and his ugly peaked wizard hat......

After seeing Hagrid put the relics one by one, many witches couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

A small, thick-haired man dressed in a plain black robe rose from his seat and came to the long marble table, Ephias Dogo, a member of the Order of the Phoenix and a friend of Dumbledore's best friend from his youth.

His voice was a little choked, so that the people in the back row could not hear clearly, and only a few words could be vaguely heard:

"noble spirit" ...... "academic achievement" ...... "great mind......

There was a splash of water on the left, and Jon turned his head to see more merfolk emerging from the water, listening carefully to Dumbledore's eulogy.

Jon suddenly remembered that he had been in this place two years ago, and he had nearly destroyed the entire fish-man tribe in Hogsmeade Lake with the egg of a fire ash serpent...... He couldn't help but feel a little palpitating, and quickly turned around, and put on a hood to prevent the fishmen from recognizing him.

There is also movement in the Forbidden Forest. Glopp the Giant slowly stepped out of it, wearing a jacket and trousers the size of a small tent, its huge, ugly head as a giant pebble hanging down. The centaurs also came, to show their condolences, and instead of going out to the clearing, they hid themselves in the shadows, looking motionless at the wizards, and instead of raising their bows and arrows, they pinned them to the side of their bodies.

The little man Efias Dogo finally finished his speech and returned to his seat. Then Minister Amelia Bones walked out, reading the Ministry of Magic's eulogy to Albus Dumbledore with a serious expression. And then—

Several witches let out a few screams of fright.

Dazzling golden flames burst out of the long marble table: the flames jumped higher and higher, almost completely blocking Dumbledore's relics.

White smoke rose into the air in the shape of a phoenix, and it flew gracefully into the blue sky - but then the flames disappeared, and a white marble tomb appeared where it had been.

Countless arrows shot into the air like rain, but they fell far away from the crowd, and it was the horses who mourned in this way.

The fish all dive to the bottom of the lake, much to Jon's relief.

......

Ginny Weasley couldn't help herself, her face covered in sparkling tears.

Her older brothers, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, are also very depressed right now.

Hermione Granger, on the other hand, stared directly at the white shadow in the shape of a phoenix in the sky, her hands suddenly trembling slightly with excitement.

"I see!" she muttered.

"What do you understand?" Harry glanced back at Hermione, confused.

Hermione didn't have time to answer the question, though—

As the funeral ended, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Acting Headmaster of Hogwarts, walked over to the white marble tomb.

The hustle and bustle around them returned to calm.

"We've lost a headmaster!"

"An elder!"

"A professor!"

"A friend!"

"The pride of Britain!"

"He was a symbol of hope, a leader of wizards!"

"He is a never-say-die warrior in the face of dark magic!"

"And the strongest shield at Hogwarts!"

"Dumbledore is gone, but Dumbledore will always be in our hearts!"

Professor McGonagall paused, glancing at the crowd, and with a long sigh, she spoke:

"Albus Dumbledore is gone...... Hogwarts will have its future, too!"