Dumbledore died, on the eve of dawn, and the toiling old bee still didn't see the day Voldemort falls.

The funeral was the next day, it was very windy and rainy, and many Hogwarts teachers and students came, and even many wizards who had graduated for many years returned to the campus to attend the funeral.

The atmosphere at the scene was very serious, everyone was wearing black robes, wearing flowers on their chests, and even the Ministry of Magic sent a memorial message.

The coffins were carried by the four Headmasters of Hogwarts, with Professors McGonagall and Snape in front, Flitwick and Sprout behind, and Harry in front with the portrait in hand.

Wang Xu, wearing a black tunic and a black umbrella, was one of the many people who saw him off.

Like many people, he was a little incredulous that Dumbledore had just died.

Last night, Dumbledore was still talking to him loudly, saying that after defeating Voldemort, he would choose to retire and return to his hometown of Godric's Hollow, where he would grow flowers, raise grass, and be a laid-back old man when he had nothing to do.

In a blink of an eye, this hard-working old bee closed his eyes forever, and he didn't even say a word of his last words.

Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, holder of the Order of Merlin, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot Wizarding Society, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore's life was a glorious life, a life of honor and disgrace, and the Ministry of Magic recognized his outstanding contribution to the fight against the dark forces, and posthumously presented Dumbledore with the post of Honorary Minister of the Ministry of Magic..."

The current Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, recited the prayer in public and filled Dumbledore's coffin with the first handful of soil under the whispered prayers of countless people.

The rain kept falling, hitting everyone's faces, bringing a trace of coolness.

In the sky, a fiery red phoenix is flying towards it, this phoenix is called Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet and companion.

Thousands of Hogwarts students consciously gathered around Dumbledore's grave and sang the Wizard's Song hand in hand to bid farewell to their dear Headmaster.

Scrimgeour filled the first handful of soil, then handed the shovel to Professor McGonagall, and everyone filled Dumbledore's coffin with a spade.

As a working professor at Hogwarts, Wang Xu stood relatively forward, and soon the shovel was his turn.

After shoveling a shovel of soil and looking at the mahogany coffin in the soil pit, Wang Xu whispered: "Rest in peace, Dumbledore, you owe me the potions shop, I won't chase after you." ”

Yesterday they agreed that Wang Xu would be in charge of providing information and Dumbledore would be in charge of getting a potions shop for him.

Now it's good, in a blink of an eye, the old bee died, and Wang Xu's investment was also lost.

This was the first time he had failed to invest, but looking at the mahogany coffin in the pit, what else could he say, he couldn't go over and ask Dumbledore for it.

Shaking his head, Wang Xu handed the shovel in his hand to Hagrid behind him.

Hagrid was a die-hard supporter of Dumbledore, and when he took the shovel, he cried so hard that he choked up and almost lost his breath.

Wang Xu wiped the rain from his face, reopened the black umbrella placed on the ground, and said, "Don't cry, Hagrid, the professor walked very peacefully, if he had a spirit in the sky, he would definitely not want to see you so sad." ”

"I can't help but be sad, ah!!" Hagrid wept as he filled the grave.

Before Wang Xu could say anything, he saw Scrimgeour take Professor McGonagall and Harry to the pavilion in the cemetery.

"Professor McGonagall, I know it may be a bit inappropriate to say this now, but Dumbledore is gone, and Hogwarts is going on. I and the officials of the Ministry of Magic hope that you will step up and lead Hogwarts to a new future, instead of drowning in grief. Walking into the gazebo, Scrimgeour stomped his feet and said without raising his head.

Professor McGonagall wiped tears from her eyes with her hand and nodded, "I will, Albus took precautions a long time ago, saying what to do if one day he suddenly disappeared and left no last words. ”

"Very well, I agree with many officials in the Ministry of Magic that Hogwarts must not be chaotic, let alone panic, and we believe that you have the ability to be the head of this house."

At this point, Scrimgeour turned to look at Harry and said, "Harry, I have heard a prophecy about you, and the prophecy says that you are the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord. However, I don't believe in these things, you better stay in school and study hard, the Dark Lord doesn't need you to worry about it, he will be dealt with by the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic is the only savior. ”

"Mr. Minister, I disagree with your words." Harry was a little unconvinced, since he was a child, he was regarded as a savior by everyone, and believed that it was his mission to defeat Voldemort.

Now, hearing that this mission no longer exists, Harry chose to refuse without hesitation, and said bluntly: "I will not give up, as long as the Dark Lord still exists, I will resist for a day, if you don't want to take me, I will do it alone." I'll finish Professor Dumbledore's unfinished mission, find the remaining Horcruxes, and kill Voldemort! ”

"And us!" Hermione and Ron stepped up and stood side by side behind Harry.

Scrimgeour was expressionless, his hands in black leather gloves were crossed in front of his chest, and he shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic and I don't think that the world of adult wizards has reached the point where it needs to be solved by underage wizards. Especially you, Miss Granger, if I were you, I would think more about how to find myself a wishful man than I would have thought about how to deal with the most ferocious and violent Dark Lord in the wizarding world with my sixth-grade textbook. ”

"Secretary Scrimgeur, what did I hear, that you are actually discriminating against women?" Hermione looked at Scrimgeour in disbelief and said seriously, "Times are different, men and women are the same, put away your machismo." ”

"Wrong, it's that the times are no longer good, men and women are the same, and I still stick to what I said before."

Without waiting for Hermione to retort again, Scrimgeour waved his hand at everyone and affirmed, "That's it, you have to believe that your Ministry of Magic is capable of dealing with the Dark Lord, and your Ministry of Magic is still strong." ”

Looking at Scrimgeur's back, Hermione's small chest rose and fell violently, and said to Harry and Ron: "I really didn't expect that the Minister of Magic is such a person, he is simply insulting women." ”

"No, I think he said it pretty well." Ron subconsciously replied, and then unconsciously lowered his head at Hermione's angry appearance.

"Whatever he says, whatever he says, we'll do ours, I don't believe the Ministry of Magic is capable of dealing with the Dark Lord." Harry, like many wizards, had little faith in the Ministry of Magic, because when the Dark Lord was in power, a large number of officials in the Ministry of Magic were defeated, and even existed in name only for a while.

Although the current Minister of Magic has been replaced by Scrimthour, who is known for his hardlining, Harry still thinks that nothing will change.

After all, Scrimgeour was powerful among ordinary wizards, but he didn't see enough in front of Voldemort, lacking Dumbledore's power to make a final decision.

The current situation is that the Ministry of Magic has no faith, but no ability to fight Voldemort, it is difficult to do anything when Dumbledore is alive, and now that Dumbledore can fight against Voldemort is gone, how can Harry believe that this group of people can turn defeat into victory.

"Professor McGonagall, how is the Order of the Phoenix arranged?" Harry turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, the Order of the Phoenix was formed to fight the Death Eaters, and the Order of the Phoenix gave Harry a sense of belonging compared to the inactive Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall looked lonely, the impact of Dumbledore's death was far-reaching, and sighed: "After urgent consultations last night, the Order of the Phoenix temporarily appointed Moody as the person in charge, planning to eliminate the sixth Horcrux, Voldemort's serpent Nagini. ”

"What about the seventh Horcrux?" Harry had been taken away by Dumbledore the night before, and he hadn't heard the conversation that followed, not knowing that he was Voldemort's seventh Horcrux.

Sixteen years ago, on the night Voldemort killed Jaime and Lily, Lily, knowing that she was going to die, blessed Harry with an ancient defensive magic at the cost of death.

After Voldemort killed Lily, he attempted to kill Harry again, only to have the Curse he fired bounce off him.

Because of the Horcrux possession, Voldemort was not really dead, but a transition from death to life.

However, under the effect of the Death Curse, he still had a part of his soul shattered and attached himself to Harry, who was still a baby.

Because of this, when Harry entered school, the Sorting Hat decided that he would be better suited to go to Stetelin than to Gryffindor as he is now.

"Professor—" Professor McGonagall paused, and after a moment she spoke, "The Professor didn't mention the seventh Horcrux. ”

In fact, Dumbledore had already spoken to her about Horcruxes, and Professor McGonagall knew exactly what the seventh Horcrux was, though she didn't think it was the time to discuss it.

Harry didn't know if it was or not, and thought that Professor McGonagall really didn't know, so he swore and said, "Professor McGonagall, leave this matter to me, Professor Dumbledore's information comes from Professor Wang, I will ask him for clarification." ”

Professor McGonagall's face was slightly bitter, and then it occurred to him that if Harry could ask himself, it would be difficult for him to speak.

It's just that after knowing the truth, what will Harry choose, Professor McGonagall is a little worried.

She wondered if Harry would be as determined as he was when he learned that Voldemort's seventh Horcrux was him, and that destroying the seventh Horcrux would require him to die.

"Harry, how are you going to ask that?" Leaving the gazebo, the three of them walked out as Hermione asked Harry.

Harry didn't look at the joy of agreeing, in fact, he didn't have an idea, and said weakly, "I haven't thought of it yet..."