Dumbledore's funeral takes place at the end of the semester, and after an hour, the students can take the Hogwarts Express home.

In the silence, the students all got up from their seats and lined up to follow the professors, not showing the joy of going home.

The head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout, looked so neat; The patch was missing from her hat, and when they reached the door of the hall, they saw Mrs. Pince standing next to Filch, wearing a thick, black veil that hung down to her knees, and Filch was wearing an antique black suit with a tie that smelled bad because of the balls. Snape gave a rare wash of his greasy hair and stood at the front of the Slytherin line, standing side by side with Professor Horace.

The warmth of the sun rubbed everyone's faces as they followed Professor McGonagall quietly to a place filled with rows of chairs. An aisle was in the middle of them: in front of it there was a marble table, and all the chairs were facing it. It is one of the most beautiful days of summer.

Mrs. Pomri came to the funeral with a special group of people, all of whom were still wearing hospital gowns. The people who rescued Aitch are still under observation - no one really knows the details of Aitch's resurrection, and it is not clear what kind of sequelae they will have. In order to prevent accidents, Madame Pomri conducted a detailed examination of each of them during this time.

Today was different, and Madame Pomri graciously allowed them to come and see Dumbledore off for the last time.

Fudge sat in the first row on behalf of the Ministry, but he was able to hand a document to Professor McGonagall before he sat down, and then began to watch the ceremony.

A small blond man in a plain black cloak stood up and stood in front of Dumbledore's remains. He made a summary of the life of the deceased.

Then bright, white flames erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table on which he was lying, rising higher and higher, covering the corpse. But in the next second, the flames were gone. There was a white marble tomb that encased Dumbledore's body and the table on which he rested.

All the 5th and 7th graders were called back to school when they got on the bus.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the hall, her face unsightly, a document in her hand, and a stern-looking Fudge standing beside her.

"I'm sorry to inform you," Professor McGonagall said in a fiery tone, "because of the recent Hogwarts incident that resulted in your two Year Studies...... Void! ”

"Invalid?" At that moment, the students were deeply surprised and asked, "Why?" ”

Because the examiner died, everyone who gave the test went to Azkaban or Hell, and because everyone was so celebrated, no one even thought to send it to the Magic Examination Organizing Committee for correction......

"Oh no!" Ron and Harry shouted louder as Professor McGonagall then announced that they had to take the test again!

The hall was filled with the wails of the students, worse than Voldemort's appearance and Dumbledore's death.

Seventeen years later...... The first morning of September was as fresh as an apple. In the cool air, the exhaust fumes of cars and people's breathing are like spiders spinning silk.

A family of three wandered between platforms 9 and 10 with a cart full of goods. They pushed the trolley side by side, rushing forward, faster and faster. Then a cloud of fog obscured their figures, but no one thought it strange, for they didn't notice it at all.

"Father, do you think I'll be sorted into Ravenclaw?" The boy asked, leaning back at his russet hair.

"Of course, Dinah." Aitch touched the eleven-year-old boy's head. "You're the smartest."

"If anything, go to Uncle Longbottom, he's friends with your parents, don't forget to say hello to your grandparents......" Hermione crouched down to straighten Dyna's clothes.

"I've heard that grandparents are Gryffindor's resident ghosts, is that true?" Dari asked excitedly, "Seems to teach us Defence Against the Dark Arts class, that's pretty cool!" ”

"You know, don't forget to say hello to Professor Snape in Potions class, he doesn't have a good relationship with your grandfather, if they get into trouble, you go to grandma." Hermione replied carefully, she was more sophisticated now than before.

"Almost." Aitch looked at the minute hand that was about to point to the top, "Otherwise, the car will drive away." ”

Hermione gave Dana one last kiss under the cheek, "Take care of yourself." ”

When Dyna jumped into the carriage, Aitch closed the door behind him. The students flocked to the nearest car, and countless faces, inside and outside the car, all looked turned to Edge.

"Let's go." Aitch waited for the last trace of steam to disappear into the autumn air before lowering his waving hand. "Going for a cup of coffee?"

"No, I still have work to do in the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said regretfully.

"Really, if Percy doesn't give you any more holidays, I should write to him to complain." Aitch was indignant, "I haven't taken you to the Louvre yet." ”

"You remember." Hermione remembered the model that had been placed in front of Edge's desk.

In the afternoon, Dina tore open the last chocolate frog.

"Wow-" The boy of the same age on the other side leaned over in surprise, his eyes staring directly at the wizard card in his hand, "That's Lord Edge's card?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"This is the smallest in the world, and it is said that the Weasley brothers and Potter's joke house invested by Lord Aitch only makes one a year and puts it in a random chocolate frog...... With this one, there are only seventeen in the world, buddy, you have won the jackpot of the whole world this year! ”

Dana reads the words on the card: Edge, aka Elvin Potter, heir to the unprecedented House of Slytherin and Ravenclaw, the first wizard to collect the Deathly Hallows and unearth its secrets, is the other spiritual leader of contemporary wizards besides Harry Potter. He has resurrected eight people, including his wife, in one fell swoop, and has attained great attainments in various fields of magic.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Dana has a real person in the house, and he doesn't need it.

"Really?" The boy was excited, "Our whole family is a saint!" ”

The boy dangled a pendant around his neck, the mark of the Deathly Hallows, "Then you're welcome, Lord Aitch is our faith other than the Grim Reaper. ”