Overhead, the thick leaden gray clouds were dull and gloomy, and in front of them were the desolate yellow slopes. It's already approaching late spring and early summer, and this gust of wind is blowing in your face, but you still can't help but want to shrink your neck.

In this environment, Percy's funeral is naturally even more sad.

“…… This is the death of an ordinary man who fought on the front lines against the calamity, and with his strength, he could have hidden in the rear and preserved himself for the time being—just as most people do now! But he didn't. ”

"Percy Weasley, by example, has shown many people how an ordinary wizard can use his talents to help put an end to this scourge as soon as possible."

"Because of him, Camp Weymouth, as the front line of resistance, was able to hold out in a series of enemy attacks; Because of him, the frontline personnel can be deployed in a timely and smooth manner to maintain normal collaboration; Because of him, the will to resist the alliance has been fully manifested......"

Eulogy, Blois still said - as the current head of a large family, it is naturally not difficult to make up some decent words casually. What's more, he still knows a lot about the situation on Weymouth's side, and even if he is a current editor, he won't make any big mistakes.

It's just that these words of praise for Percy's actions came out of Blois's mouth, and of course most others didn't feel anything, but the more he said it, the more he felt a little blocked in his heart.

“…… Now, this hard-working ordinary person is asleep, and he sleeps peacefully and peacefully. Not so long ago, he had been busy in Weymouth day and night, and now he could finally get a good night's sleep without anyone to disturb him. ”

Finally, Mr. Blois waved his hand at Harry and said:

"Alright, Percy Weasley, let's wish him a peaceful sleep and a good night's sleep."

As the words ended, Harry and Ron began to fill the grave with earth, and in a short time they had turned the pit back to level. Only the tombstone engraved with Percy's name and the date of birth and death still tells everyone who comes here that there is an ordinary brave man buried under this land, and a legend of life and death that is not dazzling.

After a moment of silence, everyone stared at the tombstone and pondered for a few minutes before they turned back and walked towards the Burrow. In the end, even Ginny was taken away by Harry's shoulder, but there were still a few figures standing in front of the new grave.

One of them was Mr. Blois.

Perhaps it was the speech just now that had a great impact on himself, so that a certain afterglow that lingered in his mind could not be dissipated for a long time.

How to say that? Are you sorry?

No, probably not, because he never regretted his choice from the beginning to the end. Between a boy he doesn't know well and his own daughter, he will definitely choose his daughter, and there will be no exceptions.

So, is it a pity?

No, probably not—to be honest, at least Blois didn't feel that much sadness even if Camp Weymouth were to be wiped out. Whether it is ruthless or ruthless, Blois is not so overflowing with kindness.

But...... What is the faint feeling of stuffiness in my heart now?

"Monsieur Blois, aren't you going back? You can go and rest for a while, because nowadays, no one can tell when there will be new dangers. If a strong enemy strikes, we will have to rely on you and Miss Goverain to help! ”

It was Ron who was speaking right now.

Hearing his voice, Blois came back to his senses and looked left and right, only to realize that Delphi and Sarah, who had stopped at the tomb for a moment like himself, seemed to have returned to the house at this moment.

"Mr. Weasley."

Blois paused slightly, and then said:

"Actually, at the time—"

However, he had just begun to stop hesitantly. Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but look at him with some doubts, but he still said very politely:

"What's wrong, sir?"

"No, nothing."

Blois finally shook his head, then turned around and walked towards the Burrow.

……

Recapturing the Burrow and completing Percy's funeral, Harry and they can say that this step was completed relatively smoothly. It's just that if they really want to take down the entire Devon County, they alone will obviously not be enough.

As for the number of living corpses, even if the density is far less than that of the remote locations near Winchester, it is the level of an entire "county"! Not to mention them, even if you ask Maca to come in person, it is not something that can be done in a while.

And when you think about the fact that there are traces of living corpses all over the UK, and there are even demons that have suddenly arrived recently, everyone's psychology is getting heavier and heavier.

At this moment, on the dining table on the first floor of the Burrow, a rather large map is being spread. Hermione used her wand instead of her finger to make a few strokes on the map. Then he clicked on the location of the Burrow.

"Regardless of what we should do next, at least the Burrow must be well protected - it would be pointless to be breached by living corpses like Camp Weymouth." "And to retake Devon once and for all...... Cleaning up this huge number of living corpses must be a major problem that we must face. ”

Yes, and this is not just a problem in Devon, but a fundamental problem that the Resistance Coalition needs to face across the UK.

And the problem is that these living corpses are actually innocent people who failed to escape and were ruthlessly devoured by this disaster.

At this point, Hermione withdrew her wand, sat back in her chair, and said:

"Also...... I think it's time for us to get in touch with Bill, and we'll have to tell everyone about Percy's burial. ”

Hearing her say this, Ginny and Ron immediately nodded their heads - Bill and Charlie were not allowed to come over before, mainly for safety reasons, and now Britain is too dangerous for them. But even if you can't let them come over for the time being, at least you should tell them about the situation here.

"I'll write in a moment, and then I'll ......"

Before Ginny could finish speaking, Neville, who was not far away, raised his hand slightly and gestured:

"I'll let the Patronus send it! It's not too far from Weymouth, so it should be fine. Plus, it's safer and safer. ”

When Ginny heard this, she immediately nodded and said:

"Thanks, Neville."