Early the morning of the second day of Dumbledore's death, a memorial service about him began, which was scheduled to be held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The atmosphere in the entire auditorium was very oppressive.

Everyone in the auditorium was dressed in black gowns, and at breakfast, no one seemed to have much of an appetite.

Professor McGonagall had left the throne-like seat in the middle of the faculty table empty, a memorial to Dumbledore.

But there were still people sitting there.

It is said that the Minister of Magic strongly requested it.

Dolores Umbridge, who is always keen to do things that make her a statement.

Now that the attempt to suppress the news has become ineffective, she can only come to this memorial service.

The effects have not yet begun to ferment, and the public only knows about Dumbledore's sudden death, and the cause is still unknown, which gives her a chance to redeem herself, and she has urgently contacted the Daily Prophet in the hope of getting some help.

And even now, she shamelessly wanted to say something as a special guest, but no one paid attention to her.

Next to her is Percy Weasley, wearing a pair of-rimmed glasses. Trying to curry favor with Umbridge.

Barty Crouch is out of power, and he can't hang himself from a tree.

On the long dining table in front of everyone, there were some salted dried fish, a plate of mashed potatoes, and a few pieces of bread, but Umbridge was not very interested in these foods, and picked them with a silver knife and fork, and threw them on the table with a "snap".

In addition to this, there are quite a few other employees of the Ministry of Magic.

Hagrid sat at the very end of the long table, dressed in a suit that clearly did not fit his body and was about to be torn, with a black tie.

He alone has to occupy two positions,

This is attending a memorial service as an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

To his left is Madame Maxim from Beauxbatons, who also occupies two positions.

Come as the headmaster of one of the three major magic schools in Europe.

If it had been, Hagrid's obsession with the latter would have led him to start talking again, but now the tall man was sitting upright, his big face stiff, and his eyes were red with dark circles around his beard.

I guess I didn't fall asleep at night.

There was still a mountain of soft paper towels in front of him.

The ornate necklace around Madame Maxim's neck was removed, and a thin black veil was worn on the face of the big melon seed as a sign of solemnity.

As for Durmstrong's headmaster, although he had already entered the grave, the school also sent a corresponding representative to attend Dumbledore's funeral.

Auror Kingsley Shackel was also sitting nearby.

Tonks and Lupin sat together, the former's hair a miraculously pink color, the latter's look a little withered, his eyes sunken, and tired.

The situation in front of him looked a bit "dove occupying the magpie's nest", and the staff table in the auditorium was about to be filled with people from the Ministry of Magic.

As for Hogwarts Home, all the staff are here.

Ms. Sprout, the scruffy herbology professor of the past, was neatly dressed, and there was not a single patch on her hat.

Mad-Eye Moody was wearing a pair of extremely wide sunglasses-like glasses to cover his hideous blue eyes.

Snape was still wearing his plain black robes, and his long, greasy black hair seemed to have been washed once, and no longer shiny from the oil.

Filch, the janitor, found an old-fashioned suit out of nowhere, perhaps the most formal outfit he could find, and he wore a tie that smelled of mothballs.

Mrs. Pince stood beside Filch, wearing a thick black mask that hung down to her knees.

Madam Pomfrey wore a plain sweater and stood with them.

The guest of honour in the auditorium was empty, and no one stood on it.

There was only a quaint white coffin, which contained two of Dumbledore's usual garments—purple and green robes embroidered with stars and moons, neatly stacked.

Nothing else.

There is a tradition in the English wizarding world that after a wizard dies, if the owner wishes, the wand will be buried with the dead owner into the grave as long as the owner wishes.

Of course, it is not excluded that some wizards regard their wands as family heirlooms for future generations.

Most wizards will only have one wand in their lifetime, and it can be said that most wizards rely on the wand in their hands to achieve great achievements. That is the bearing and symbol of the glory of his life

But even the people of Hogwarts could not be satisfied with this.

The Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand was taken by Voldemort.

And the wand he first possessed is now missing, and cannot be used as a burial object.

At this time, there were also people standing outside the auditorium.

Because there were no more places in the auditorium, many people came to the memorial service spontaneously.

These people were a mixed bag: the ragged, the neat and decent, the old and the young.

Most people have never been seen at Hogwarts.

It all came about because of Dumbledore's death.

A little more familiar is the hairy double bass of the Weird Sisters, who once played beautiful music at the Goblet of Fire.

The rider bus driver Eurne Poolin, the Lady Morkin at the Diagon Alley Robes Shop, the waitress at the Pig's Head Bar, the witch pushing the cart on the Hogwarts Express, are all about every trade.

There is no distinction between high and low.

Even some of the ghosts of the castle came, barely visible in the sunlight and only recognizable when they walked around, shimmering with an illusory glow in the bright air.

At this time, a tall man, wearing a striped cloak, squeezed in from the outside, and many people noticed him.

At this moment, a small man with thick hair and a plain black robe got up from his seat, stood in front of the coffin without corpses, and began to babble something.

In the end, Dumbledore still ended up as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and everyone only recognized this status.

"He has produced many outstanding talents for Hogwarts, embodying his noble spirit" ...... "academic maturity" ...... "great mind...... These words drifted to everyone's ears, but they didn't mean much. None of this had much to do with the Dumbledore the student and teacher knew

In their eyes, the headmaster was not so serious.

"It's all fart. The tall man squeezed to the front, pulled his throat, and yelled loudly.