Over the next two days, some of the students were hastily picked up from Hogwarts by their parents - the morning after Dumbledore's death, the Parvati twins left without breakfast, and Zacharith Smith left the castle with his swaggering father. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the morning of the funeral, they get up and pack their bags, and the Hogwarts Express will depart an hour after the funeral.

He put on a plain black robe and pinned the Order of Merlin. When I went upstairs, I found that the atmosphere in the auditorium was very oppressive. Everyone was dressed in tuxedos and robes, and no one seemed to have much of an appetite. Professor McGonagall left the throne-like seat in the middle of the faculty table. Snape had returned to school and sat next to Scrimgeour as the two talked in low voices.

Hardly anyone dined, and sadness and fear permeated the table. Everyone looks down or plays with the food, or stares at the food in a daze. Phoenix, as usual, dined as usual.

"Can you still eat?" Daphne kept her voice low and barely audible, and it took him a moment to realize, and the faint buzzing in her ears was her.

"When people die, they don't let anyone else eat?" said Phoenix, casually.

"Did you know that Dumbledore is dead? "Who can stand up to him?" ”

"Then it's time to eat—" Draco interrupted him by poking Phoenix. 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." Gryffindor classmates come with me. ”

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

Professor Snape stood at the front of the Slytherin line, wearing a bright green gown robe. Hufflepuff's headmaster, Professor Sprout, had changed into a neat robe, and not a single patch on her hat had been removed, the first time Phoenix had seen her wear it in years.

When they reached the foyer, they found Mrs. Pince standing beside Filch, wearing a thick black mask that hung down to her knees, and Filch was wearing an old-fashioned suit and tie, and she smelled of mothballs.

Out of the gate, on the stone steps, they walked in the direction of the lake. They silently followed Professor Snape to the place where hundreds of chairs were lined up. There is an aisle in the middle of the chair, and in front of it is a marble table, towards which all the chairs are facing. This is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

Half of the chairs were already filled with people, all sorts of people: ragged and neat, old and young. Some he knew, including members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shackle, Mad-Eye Moody, Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and, to his surprise, Fleur sat next to a red-haired man. Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, the furry double bass of the Weird Sisters, the rider bus driver Eurne Pullan, and the Madame Morkin of the Diagon Alley Robes Shop. The ghosts of the castle also came, barely visible in the sunlight and only recognizable when they walked around, shimmering with an illusory glow in the bright air.

People were talking to each other in whispers, like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the sound of birds was loud. The crowd kept coming.

"You should go—" Snape whispered back.

Phoenix looked around, then walked back—

"What is he doing here?" Draco asked, confused. Snape glared at him, motioning to stop talking.

Finally, everyone was seated. Then, the music suddenly sounded, like fairy music floating from another world, and many heads were turning and searching, with a little surprise.

Just in the clear green waters of the lake in the light of the sun, just a few inches below the surface of the lake, a chorus of merfolk sang in a strange, incomprehensible language, their pale faces rippling and purple hair floating around them. It speaks plainly of grief and despair.

Phoenix walked in front, holding a white silk cushion with Dumbledore's wand on it, and behind the six wizards wrapped the body in purple velvet adorned with Venus in one hand, all seven of them were first-class magicians from all over the world.

They walked slowly down the aisle in the middle of their seats, and finally carefully placed the body on the table and slowly retreated. At this moment, the music stopped, and a small man with thick hair and a plain black robe stood up from his seat and stood in front of Dumbledore's body. Phoenix didn't pay attention to it, because he had already read the eulogy in advance.

When the little man finally finished speaking, he returned to his seat. Bright white flames burst out from around Dumbledore's body and the table: flames leaping higher and higher, obscuring the remains. White smoke curled into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes: for a moment, Phoenix seemed to see a phoenix happily flying into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and a white marble tomb appeared there, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table where it was kept.

The fish-men also slowly sank to the green bottom, never to be seen again.

The short and solemn funeral is over.

The voices around them grew louder and louder, and people stood up one after another. Phoenix got up and found Hermione, with Harry and Ron next to them.

He walked briskly over as Harry and the others walked to the lake, looking at the calm waters. Hermione walked over and hugged him but didn't cry, Phoenix gently stroked her hair.

The warm sunlight shone on him and he couldn't open his eyes. He was still going to talk to Harry, so he patted Hermione on the back. She let go of her hand knowingly.

"Let's go, we have something to do. He said softly, taking Hermione's hand and walking towards Harry.

Harry sat on the grass with his back to Phoenix.

Phoenix smiled at Ginny next to him and said to Harry, "Did Dumbledore make it clear to you?"

"What do you mean?" he said blandly.

"For the most part, he died though. But we'll go on, and if you can, I'd like to stay at your aunt's house all the time, and I think Dumbledore explained why you lived there. ”

"Harry can come to our house, you don't know his uncle-" Ginny retorted fiercely.

"We're talking about his safety - and of course, I respect your choice if you wish to go to the Weasleys. I'll arrange it. ”

Harry hesitated, and could tell that he really didn't like his relatives. But Dumbledore is dead, and his last protector is gone. They shouldn't be wayward now, but they don't have much time to spare for Harry to think about.

"Forget it, I'll arrange for you to go to the Weasleys. Phoenix said dryly, "We want you to pack your bags and be ready to go." Whether it's at your aunt's house, or at Hogwarts, or anywhere else. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Talk again. The Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated by Death Eaters, maybe months, maybe weeks - once the Ministry of Magic falls, the protection provided by the Order of the Phoenix will be useless. ”

"I have to go back to Privet Road. Harry affirmed.

"Not necessarily, you'll be exposed to magical protection when you're seventeen, and it's too risky to transfer you then. Phoenix turned his head to see Scrimgeour wandering not far away, and the delegation from the Ministry of Magic was waiting for him.

"We'll tell you when we've got it figured out. Harry snorted in disbelief.

"Well, the minister wants to talk to you too. See you then. Phoenix took Hermione by the hand and walked away along the shore. (To be continued.) )