Phoenix sat by the fireplace, the flames illuminating his side face, looking a little eerie. www.biquge.info He was dressed in a dignified black dress, which was so formal in the middle of the night, a little weird.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the wooden chair, one foot resting on the footrest. Tonight will be the funeral of his parents, and holding the funeral at midnight is also a maverick tradition in their family.

On the other side of the stove, the globe rotated slowly, and a blue velvet cushion floated on it, with a wand folded into sharp angles. It was Mother Phoenix's wand, and the only relic he ever found.

"I've thought about leaving, you're throwing me a little too much trouble—" Phoenix muttered to himself into the fire, "but you've taken care of me for more than a decade, and it's really not my style to leave like this." ”

"I looked at the memory ball that was left for me, it was really troublesome, how did I get back the invisibility cloak? No matter how great the wealth was, it didn't seem to be with me. I will also take your advice to heart. But the progress of a race always comes at a terrible price—"

There was a knock on the door, interrupting what he was about to say.

"Rest in peace. Phoenix finally whispered.

Phoenix picked up the mat and walked out the door. There was a small crowd standing at the entrance to the castle, and according to Phoenix, the funeral would be simple and low-key. Only a few important people were in attendance, and there were a few special VIPs.

Moody and Lupin, dressed in dark cloaks, whispered to each other under torches. Moody's MONOCULUS whizzed and flew around, and Lu Ping looked haggard, but the cloak he was wearing was at least unpatched.

Harry, standing side by side beside Hermione's left, whispered as it was soon midnight.

"Is he alright? When are we leaving?" he knew he shouldn't be too impatient, but he thought about the cemetery they were going to and where his parents were buried. He couldn't contain the emotions in his heart.

"I think he's saying goodbye. He couldn't find the bodies of his parents," Hermione took a careful look at the people around her, and saw that they were all talking to each other before continuing, "There was only one of his mother's wands in the coffin, and he used that wand for the first time he cast his spell—"

Phoenix led the way out of the castle, and Hermione fell silent immediately. He stepped forward with a steady, solemn step and grabbed Phoenix's arm. The others immediately fell silent and stood erected on either side.

"I'm fine. Seeing Hermione's worried eyes, Phoenix whispered softly in her ear. She squeezed his arm hard.

Behind him, Watson, Dréville, Gustav, and Billo were holding a coffin, and their sons were holding another in the back. Behind them were the few invitees, and they walked along the path, the torches on both sides floating in the air, stretching all the way to the end of the sky, winding into a thin bright line.

Under the dark night sky, people can't help but feel that this is the road to the other world.

When they reached the lake, the merfolk surfaced and did not sing an elegy as they did at Dumbledore's funeral. They don't have any contact with their parents, so they don't have much to talk about.

The merfolk drew their bows and arrows, and a rapid rain of arrows swept over their heads before slowly sinking into the water. Phoenix was glad they had something to say, especially if he had made the castle always snowy and upset them, so it would be nice for them to show up.

After walking for about a few minutes, a bonfire with green flames appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

Phoenix glanced back, and Moody and Lupin walked around the coffin with Harry. Watson nodded at him, and with a snap, the coffin apparition shifted.

One by one, they stepped into the flames, and after a few seconds, Floo.com took everyone to a room, a small bar, but during the hottest time of the bar, it was empty. Everything was in order, there were still a few glasses on the bar, and only half of the beer was drunk.

The two of them walked briskly out into the street hand in hand, with a dark blue sky above them, and the stars were already shining. In front of you is a square with a war memorial in the center. Under the street lamp, two wizards in dark brown robes wandered warily back and forth between the few intersections that could enter the square.

The two of them walked forward, and in the evening, there may have been a light rain in this area. There are also some water stains on the ground, or small pools. There were a few shops, a post office, a chapel, and the bar they came out of.

Watson and the coffin were waiting for them under the statue, before they could walk in.

A Muggle on a bicycle suddenly appeared at the crossing, and the two wizards reached into their pockets. Phoenix and they paused, and the Muggles just turned their puzzled gaze at them. A loud brake thud pierced the night sky, and he hurriedly jumped out of the car, turned the car around, and ran back like crazy. Phoenix's eyes followed his back until the Muggle rolled over neatly, got into the car again, and the two pedals pedaled quickly and disappeared from his vision.

Phoenix nodded to Watson, and they lifted the coffin and followed Phoenix towards the church.

As they walked past the statue, it changed, no longer an obelisk with names engraved on it, but a statue of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

Harry stepped closer, gazing at his parents' faces.

"Let's go. Lupin didn't give him much time and nudged him lightly behind the back.

The entrance to the cemetery has a narrow door. In terms of width, it was impossible to pass through the two coffins normally, but Watson and they went straight through, like the iron fence gate was an illusion.

Behind the church, rows of tombstones stand on the grass, and they deftly walk through the tombstones like a black ribbon fish to a dark hole. Phoenix took Hermione with him and walked in without hesitation.

The steps made of dirt were unexpectedly hard, and they bent down to inevitably bump into the soft, damp dirt above their heads.

This staircase leads to a small triangular room, and three torches are blazing in the corner, dispelling the dampness. Phoenix looked around, and there was almost nothing, just a small silver candlestick on the ground, a small flame fluttering.

Hermione let go of her hand and stood next to Harry - they weren't married or engaged, so Hermione was an outsider. Watson and the others lined up the coffin and stood behind Phoenix.

He took a deep breath and knelt down, and the people behind him did the same.

"May lying surrounded by our ancestors and resting under the stars, my soul may receive eternal comfort!"

They spoke in unison and in a low voice in Latin.

A green magic script rose from the ground, covering the coffin, and the magic letters formed Peverell's coat of arms, and the dense magic words did not leave a single gap, making it difficult to understand what kind of magic this was.

After a few seconds, the others got up and said goodbye, and Phoenix was still half-kneeling on the ground, bowing his head in silence. Hermione tugged at Harry's sleeve, and they went outside together. (To be continued.) )