“…… Albus Dumbledore's life was a great one. After a somewhat impassioned ode, the little man finished his eulogy and stepped off the stage.

At the end of the funeral, the coffin, which had no body, was moved to an open field outside the auditorium.

There is no need to build a grave for him, the ashes are scattered to the Black Lake.

This is Dumbledore's will, but when McGonagall made his will, he definitely didn't think that he would have no bones left after his death.

Fawkes stood in front of the coffin and sang, and the phoenix was singing a poignant elegy in a way that no one had ever heard before, as if the grief in everyone's minds had become a reality, echoing in the schoolyard and among the windows of the castle.

Then it suddenly stopped its singing for a while, spread its wings, and began to turn around the coffin, the golden-red tail feathers left a dazzling trail in mid-air, and the faint red spark touched the white coffin, and then it was ignited, little by little, little by little, it ate on the wood with a subtle fragrance, and finally the spark burned the plain, and the whole coffin ignited a huge flame, swaying with the wind.

In the firelight, I don't know if it was an illusion, everyone could vaguely see the old man's kind smiling face and hear his earnest teachings.

"Stupid, crying nose, residue, screw!"

Harry's turquoise eyes reflected the wonderful firelight, but his mind couldn't help but think of his appearance when he saw Dumbledore at the first-year entrance dinner, very kind, and said some thoughtless words at the end.

At that time, he inexplicably felt that this old man whose nose bridge had been broken twice was trustworthy.

But he was not able to help him escape death.

Feelings of self-reproach welled up in his heart again.

The burns were exhausted, the thick flames were extinguished, and as the last trace of scorching light faded, a breeze blew by, and the embers first spiraled up, and then were blown to the lake, turning into wisps of pale golden smoke, shining in the sunlight.

And Fawkes, at some point, hid his figure in this group of golden fog.

After losing its owner, the phoenix left at some point.

But the song seemed to have been magically enchanted, and it still surrounded it, and the aftermath lingered in the ears.

For some reason, the Fish-Man and Centaur tribes, who were friends with Dumbledore, never attended the funeral, and no representatives were even sent.

The funeral was over, and it happened that it began to rain lightly, and the fog and rain added a sad atmosphere to the whole campus.

After the funeral, dignitaries such as Umbridge and some people from outside the school left the place first, and the students began to disband.

"Potter, Granger, and Weasley, wait, I have something to tell you. ”

At this time, Professor McGonagall called out to them, and left the three of them behind, holding a black umbrella, and said with a serious expression:

"According to Professor Dumbledore's will, you are to inherit a portion of his estate. Professor McGonagall nodded, her tall black spiked hat dangling from there.

"Will?, Professor, he already knew he was going to ?......" Ron's eyes widened in surprise inexplicably,

"Even if there is no mystery person, just a fight with Grindelwald, it is entirely possible for an accident to leave a will, which is normal, but it's a pity..."

As if aware of Ron's doubts, Professor McGonagall explained, then sighed and didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

"Just the three of us?" Hermione asked.

"I'm afraid so. Professor McGonagall closed her eyelids and nodded heavily.

"The office password is apple pie, and Dumbledore told me that if something happens to him, let you go to his office, and you'll know what he's leaving you with. ”

The new principal, Sinkenes' office, was newly carved out on the seventh floor. Dumbledore's office was still the same as it had been when he was in office.

No one has ever been in.

The three of them parted ways with Professor McGonagall, and walked briskly to the castle and Dumbledore's office on the soft lawn.

At this time, the number of people in the castle gradually increased.

"Help me!" (woo-woo!)" At this moment, a strange, pitch-black armor creaked in the corridor on the second floor, as if it were dragging on the ground.

Myrtle, trapped in steel armor, shouted, but the steel throat was jammed, but only the sound of ping-pong sounded.

The three of them walked in the dark corridor, Hermione was in the front, but her expression was a little dazed, her usual flexible brain was like a part lacking lubrication, and the death of the old man had given her a very huge blow.

But she still forced herself to come back to her senses, accept this reality, and let herself return to her normal state as much as possible.

As she walked, she wondered what relics Dumbledore would leave them.

Could there be a strategy against Voldemort?

She was thinking very intently, and she walked towards Dumbledore's office completely subconsciously, not paying much attention to the two behind her.

The two boys who followed behind were thrown off a distance.

Just as Ron and Harry were about to speed up their pace to keep up.

The former paused in his tracks.

"Harry, do you hear anything?" Ron shook his head quickly, his eyes looking around, and his short fiery red hair flicked with it.

"It seems like there's some kind of sound. Harry nodded in reply, looking around a few times.

The sound seemed to come from behind. He judged.

"What about Hermione?" the two of them looked at each other at this time, only to realize that Hermione seemed to be walking much faster than them, leaving them behind.

The message for help did not arrive

Myrtle was confined to her armor, and even her voice became reckless, and she couldn't tell what she was talking about.

It's just that she didn't hear it, it doesn't mean that there is no effect, the suit of armor is moving faster and faster, the helmet rattles, and a huge black shadow appears at the end of the aisle, stumbling towards the two of them.

"Harry, look, what is that?" Ron turned his head to look over, pointing to the armor that was moving at high speed, staggering and rampage, knocking over many other sculptures around him.

By this time his voice was loud enough to cause a warning.

"Oh my God, he's still rushing at us!" Ron realized that the armor wasn't far away from them.

"There are many obstacles!"

"There are many obstacles!"

The two of them took out their wands one after another and aimed them at the pitch-black, metallic iron armor and cast a spell.

But the power of inertia was too strong, not to mention that Myrtle was now locked in darkness and lost her mind, even if she was hindered by two obstacle charms, it did not reduce her strength.

The black armor just slanted his body, and the two of them slammed into a classroom, trampling and crashing like a soldier, instantly scattering the rows of desks that had been placed.

By this time, Hermione had already gone to the higher floors, not noticing that the two partners had been left behind.