Similarly, Ron didn't show that he knew Percy was coming, and just cut his smoked fish extra hard.

He tried so hard that he didn't eat it, and he didn't know if he imagined the smoked fish as Percy or Snape, both of whom he hated so much.

At the Slytherin table over there, Crabbe and Goyle whispered together, looking around from time to time.

Although both of them are coarse young men, but without Malfoy's pale and slender figure in the middle, and without Malfoy's orders, the two of them seem very lonely.

It's like losing the command of the brain, Crabbe and Goyle are completely stranded.

However, in this situation, any Slytherin with bad intentions will not do anything bad, and it is wisest to stay honest.

Beyond the Slytherin table, Evan looked around and found Sirius in the shadows near the Great Hall door.

He didn't go outside to wait at the funeral venue, nor did he join in the oppressive breakfast, Sirius insisted on taking care of the funeral security.

Although the probability is low, everyone is afraid that Voldemort will appear at the funeral.

Evan couldn't help but wonder if Voldemort suddenly appeared at Hogwarts......

At that moment, Professor McGonagall stood up, and the mournful whispers in the auditorium immediately calmed down.

"It's almost time. She said, "Please follow your dean to the grounds, and the Gryffindor classmates will come with me." ”

Evan stood up and followed the group.

They came out of the bench in a line, barely making a sound.

Slughorn stood at the front of the Slytherin line, dressed in a gorgeous bright green run embroidered with silver thread.

Next to him, Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, was dressed neater than ever, and not a single patch on his hat was gone.

And Professor Flitwick, who was wearing a purple salute with blue lace, though Evan couldn't see him now.

In fact, everyone wears their most dignified and formal clothes.

As they reached the foyer, Evan also found Mrs. Pince standing beside Filch, wearing a thick black mask that hung down to her knees.

Filch wore an old-fashioned suit and tie, and smelled of mothballs.

The people went out of the castle gate and outside, and they were heading in the direction of the lake.

It was one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer, the weather was fine, the warm sun was shining, and there were rows of chairs in the open space in front of the lake, and there were thousands of chairs.

Half of the seats were already filled with people, all sorts of people: blonde and blue-eyed, some with oriental faces, some in rags and some neat and decent, some old and some young.

Most of them were unknown to Evan, but there were a few strangers that seemed familiar to him, and he had seen their portraits and names in various magic books.

These men were all accomplished in various fields of magic, and they were all familiar with Dumbledore.

On the outermost side of the chair, the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were all seated, the Weasleys, Bill and Fleur, Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets, Kingsley Shackle, and Mad-Eye Moody, who had not fully recovered.

And then there's Tonks, whose hair has miraculously turned a dazzling pink again.

Next to her was Remus Lupin, with whom Tonks held hands.

Maybe it's because of the death of Fenrir Greyback the ronin and Lupin's revenge, or because of what Lupin and Tonks had gone through together in the battle a few days ago, or maybe ......

Anyway, it was a bit sudden, and Lupin, who had been avoiding Tonks for a long time, suddenly accepted her, which brought Tonks back to life, as can be seen from the color of her hair.

By the way, there are Hagrid and Madame Maxime, the two of them are particularly eye-catching, occupying positions of about five or six people.

Hagrid's mood was low, and Madame Maxim was whispering something to him.

In addition to this, Evan also sees Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, the hairy double bass in the Eccentric Sisters, the rider bus driver Eurne Pullan, the Lady Morkin at the Diagon Alley Robe Shop, and the witch pushing the cart on the Hogwarts Express.

And, of course, the waiter at the Hog's Head Bar, Dumbledore's younger brother: Aberforth Dumbledore.

The expression on his face was indiscerning, and he sat there very low-key, and no one seemed to know his identity except for Aven.

On the left, the vampires are all there, and next to them are the ghosts of Hogwarts.

They are barely visible in direct sunlight and are only recognizable when they walk around, shimmering illusory in the bright air.

At the edge of the lake, Ferenze the centaur stood like a sentry, Sirius already standing next to him.

Aven, Harry, Hermione, Elaine, Gabrielle, Ginny, and Ron sat in the last few seats of the row of chairs by the lake.

People talked to each other in whispers, like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the sound of birds chirping was particularly loud.

The crowd was still coming, including Hogwarts students and wizards coming in from outside the school.

Cornelius Fudge walked past them toward the front row, his grimace whirling his green hat as usual.

Later, Evan saw Rita Skeeter, sitting in an inconspicuous position, her red claw-like hand clutching a crimson notebook on which a gorgeous green quill was constantly writing.

Noticing Aven's gaze, she smiled awkwardly, her gaze dodging, but the sliding quill didn't stop.

Immediately after, Harry let out a suppressed roar of rage, and Hermione touched Aven, who turned his head to see Umbridge, who he hadn't seen in a long time.

She was sitting among the officials of the Ministry of Magic, a black velvet butterfly in her iron-brown hair, and there was no sad expression on the toad's face.

Umbridge seemed to have recovered from the great pain, and at least on the surface there was nothing wrong with it, but she had been cautiously peering into the Forbidden Forest not far away, as if afraid that something would burst out of it......

Finally, everyone was seated.

At the front of them all, Scrimgeour was with Professor McGonagall, and next to them sat the other big names.

Scrimgeour looked dark and solemn, very imposing.

Evan didn't know how he had spent the past few days, but judging from the news coming so far, the situation at the Ministry of Magic was a mess.

It would have been even worse if it weren't for Voldemort not planning to make a mess before Dumbledore's funeral was over.

If so, he would have been saddened by Dumbledore's departure, right?