In fact, Van Lin had to rest early, fortunately, compared to Harry and Ron, Van Lin's mood was not so complicated, but the next day Van Lin had to get up very early to pack his luggage, the Hogwarts Express was about to leave an hour after Dumbledore's funeral, for this, everyone had to speed up, but there is no doubt that Dumbledore's funeral could not be avoided.

In fact, when Van Lin went downstairs, he found the mood in the hall very depressed. Everyone wore their most formal robes, and no one looked hungry.

This oppressive emotion infected everyone, and everyone present had experienced that painful night, and at this time, as if there was no house division, everyone stood scattered together, and Van Lin noticed that Cara and Goyle, those little henchmen of Malfoy.

Obviously, his little henchmen were better suited to be a Death Eater than Malfoy, so that Snape wouldn't be left to take over the terrible task, and perhaps Harry would be more receptive.

"Here, Hermione!" Van Lin said, running over to fetch Hermione's large bag.

Dobby has a life of his own, and is with Sparkle and Kreacher, and although it doesn't seem so harmonious, at least Dobby is still happy.

One after another, the hall, which had been a little empty, became crowded at this time.

Professor McGonagall left the Dumbledore seat at the faculty desk. Hagrid's chair was empty, too, and Van Rin felt that Hagrid probably couldn't afford to face the breakfast.

They lost Dumbledore, which was a harsh reality for Hagrid.

And Snape's position was naturally vacant, and to Van Lin's surprise, Scrimgeour actually sat in Snape's position.

Very keenly, Scrimgeur's gaze kept scanning everyone present.

"Hold me off......" Harry instinctively lowered his head, Scrimgeour was looking for him, it was a nuisance, and Harry clearly didn't have that much of a mind to deal with a Minister of Magic.

Next to Scrimgeour is Percy Weasley, who has red hair and wears horn-rimmed glasses.

In this regard, Ron did not show anything like he met Percy, he poked a few pieces of cured meat, and with an unaccustomed expletiveness in his mouth, Ron had forgiven Percy, but on his lips...... After all, Percy really didn't match the Weasley family's personalities, even though Percy was once Mrs. Weasley's favorite child.

At the Slytherin table, Clay and Goyle huddled into the table, and as usual, the two of them huddled together and whispered softly, though they looked strangely thin without the pale-faced Malfoy who had been dictating to them.

Perhaps this is what the backbone of the heart is missing.

In fact, neither Harry nor Verlin, nor even Ron nor Hermione, they didn't think much of Malfoy.

As for Harry, all his hatred was directed at Snape, but he hadn't forgotten the fear that revealed in Malfoy's voice at the top of the tower, or that he had lowered his wand when another Death Eater arrived.

Harry didn't believe Malfoy would kill Dumbledore, he despised Malfoy for still obsessing with dark arts, but now mixed in with the smallest bit of sympathy for him.

Harry wondered where Malfoy was now, and if Voldemort would order him to kill his parents and himself in addition to intimidation?

"Alright, let's get started!" Ginny poked Harry, motioning for him to sit up.

Professor McGonagall stood up, and the mournful chatter in the auditorium ceased steadily.

"The time has come," said Professor McGonagall, "please follow your Head of School outside." Gryffindor students, follow me. ”

They lined up quietly behind their dean.

Slavhorn walked ahead of the Slytherin queue, and he took on Snape's duties, today wearing a gorgeous bright green robe with silver embroidery.

To Van Lin's surprise, he had never seen the head of Hufflepuff...... Professor Sputlaw had been dressed so neatly, her hat had not been patched, and when they reached the entrance hall, they found Miss Pince standing next to Filch, wearing a veil that reached her knees, and Filch constantly arranging a gown that looked like an old-fashioned pleated skirt, a far resemblance to Ron's dress during the Triwizard Tournament.

When Van Lin pulled away from the constant novelty, he found that he was already standing on the stone steps of the front door, and now they were facing the lake.

As they followed Professor McGonagall quietly to a place filled with rows of chairs, the warmth of the sun rubbed against everyone's faces, but regrettably, the bright spring light of Hogwarts in the past could not dispel the lingering solemnity and solemnity.

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.

A strange group of people is already halfway in the chairs: the crappy and the smart, the old and the small. Most of them didn't know Vanlin, but he did know some of them, members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shackle, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks (whose hair magically returned to its most vivid pink), Remus Lupin (Tonks wanted to hold his hand), ......

Seeing this, Van Lin quickly looked away, it looks like Tonks is going to succeed?

And, of course, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, Bill and his beautiful wife Fleur, and finally Fred and George, who are dressed in black dragon leather jackets.

And then there was Madame Maxim (it is worth mentioning that she herself occupied two and a half seats).

After that, it was Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, who had traveled thousands of miles from London.

After that, there are Arabella Feige, Harry's Squib neighbor, the hairy double bass player of the Wacky Sisters, the driver of the Knight Bus, Lady Morkin (the proprietress of the Diagon Alley Robes Shop), and others that Verlin has only seen but can't name, such as the owner of the Three Broomsticks Bar and the witch pushing the cart on the Hogwarts Express, The ghosts of the castle were there, too, barely visible in the bright sunlight, discernible only when they moved, their disembodied bodies glowing in the bright air.

However, to Van Lin's greatest surprise, the younger brother who had severed ties with Dumbledore, Aberforth, the owner of the Hog's Head Bar, also came to attend his brother's funeral.

Sirius sat at the front, sorry, he was so tightly blocked by Madame Maxim that Van Lin wouldn't even recognize him if it weren't for his tattooed skin.

However, now is clearly not the time to catch up.

The few people sat down in their seats in the last row by the lake.

People were whispering to each other, it sounded like a breeze on the grass, but the song of the birds came loud from afar. The crowd continued to grow, and Harry saw Luna help Neville sit down because of the power of love.

On the night Dumbledore was killed, the members of the group responded to Hermione's call individually, and Harry knew why: the most people...... Perhaps they check their coins regularly with the hope of another meeting.

Luna had said more than once that she liked the place, but the sheer schedule of her studies left them with little time to organize, Snape taught......

Harry regretted it a little, and was it still going on as usual?

Isn't it Malfoy......

Cornelius Fudge walked to the front row, his expression pained, and he clutched his green bowler hat as he always did.

Well...... Now Fudge prefers the colors of the Forgiveness set, which may allow him to quickly get rid of the usual perception of him.

Then, it was Harry's turn to be angry, for he recognized Rita Skeeter, a man he was so angry that he had seen, who had grabbed her notebook with her red nail hand, and another angry shake, which was Dolores Jane Umbridge.

She also attended Dumbledore's funeral. And unsurprisingly, with a strange expression on her toad-like face, fake mourning, but happy to take off.

A black velvet top hat was placed on her iron-gray curls, and when she saw Ferenze the Centaur standing like a guard by the lake, she hurriedly took the lead and turned to sit down at a distance from here.

The faculty members sat down last, and Harry could see Scrimgeour sitting with Professor McGonagall in the front row looking solemn and dignified. Harry wondered if Scrimgeour and the other dignitaries were really sad about Dumbledore's departure, and he had forgotten to look for the source of his dissatisfaction with the Ministry.

He wasn't the only one: many heads were spinning around, searching the crowd with a little panic.

The people who came were too well-equipped, and if Voldemort had been smarter and had tried his best to get here, and then come up with a spell to destroy Azkaban, it would have been over.

"Look. ”

Suddenly, a brief exclamation woke everyone's attention.

Then, almost everybody noticed that a group of dark shadows were shaking several feet below the water's surface.

That's a merfolk in the Black Lake.

Now, a group of merfolk gathered together and sang a song that no one could understand, the merfolk were close to the water, visible to the naked eye, thin waves floated on their pale faces, their slightly purple hair flowed around, the music made the hair on many people's necks stand on end, this music was very unpleasant, it clearly spoke of loss and despair.

When someone sees the beastly faces of the singers, inexplicably, although they don't like it, Van Lin has a feeling that, at least, they are sad for Dumbledore's death.

Hagrid walked slowly between the chairs in the hallway. He was weeping silently, tears glistening from his face, and in his hands were purple velvet embellished with golden stars, which contained Dumbledore's corpse.

This glance suddenly made Van Lin feel an uncomfortable sharp pain in his throat, as if Dumbledore had really left forever.

Accompanied by strange music and knowledge...... Dumbledore's body curled up, as if taking away all the warmth.

Ron looked pale and shocked, tears streaming down Hermione and Ginny's faces and onto the hem of his clothes. They couldn't clearly see what was going on in front of them, and Hagrid seemed to place the body carefully on the table.

Now Hagrid was walking back down the hallway, sniffing his nose and making a horn-like sound that disgusted some people, including Umbridge, a woman who was really annoying......

Harry tried to make a friendly gesture as Hagrid passed by them, but Hagrid's eyes were so swollen that he wondered where he was going.

Harry naturally continued to mourn for Dumbledore honestly.

Van Lin followed Hagrid's gaze to the last row, Hagrid was facing there, and suddenly, Van Lin realized what was there.

It was the giant Glop, dressed in a jacket and trousers the size of a tent, and his big, ugly, stone-like face hung low, so docile that he looked like a human.

Incredibly, Hagrid's wish was granted, and Grope put on human costumes and behaved like a human.

This is nothing short of a miracle placed on a giant who was born with a mental defect.

Without looking for Madame Maxim, Hagrid sat down next to his half-brother as a matter of course, and Glopp pressed hard against his head, so that his chair-like legs sank to the ground.

Really......

Van Lin wanted to laugh for a moment, but this would be beaten, laughing at the funeral, and only Umbridge would do that.

But the music stopped, and Van Lin turned his head to look ahead again. A small blond man in a plain black cloak stood up and stood in front of Dumbledore's remains.

Van Lin couldn't hear what he was saying. They only faintly heard some strange words: "The nobility of the soul...... Contribution of knowledge...... The great ...... of the heart"

That doesn't sound like it makes any sense.

Unexpectedly, Harry was a little different, which didn't seem to be the same as the Dumbledore that Harry knew.

He suddenly remembered Dumbledore's explanations of the words, 'itit', 'oddmet', 'blubber', ad'tea'.

So, like Van Lin, Harry could barely hold back his laughter.

"You two, what's wrong?"

A soft voice rang out to the left of Vanlin and Harry, and suddenly, Harry put away his smile.

He remembered that Dumbledore had crouched at the water's edge two years ago, very close to where Harry was sitting now, talking to the merfolk in merfolk language.

He wondered where Dumbledore had learned merfolk talk.

He had too many things to ask him about and he should have said more...... Then, without warning, the cruel truth, more complete and undeniable, flashed through his mind.

Dumbledore is dead and gone...... He gripped the cold locket so tightly that he felt pain, but he couldn't stop the tears from spilling out of his eyes.

He looked away from Ginny and the others, and looked across the lake to the Forbidden Forest, where the man was still muttering.

"Dumbledore is indeed dead...... "Van Lin thought silently in his heart, and suddenly he sighed, choosing the power of death, Dumbledore probably wouldn't be willing to let himself stay here for too long.

Leaving Hogwarts, in another way, was clearly more suitable for his situation.

Something is moving in the Forbidden Forest. The horses have come to show their respect. They didn't go outside, but Van Lin saw them standing motionless, half hidden in the shadows, looking at the other wizards, who bowed to the side.

For a moment, Harry's thoughts were full of thoughts, he was the one who was really grieving, and suddenly, he remembered the night he had first been in the Forbidden Forest, the first time he had met Voldemort, and with Van Lin, he had learned to fight like a wizard.

This is a wizard, power contains wisdom, and even recently, Harry was discussing a war with Dumbledore.

"It's important," said Dumbledore, "to keep fighting, only then can evil be stopped, though never completely destroyed." ”

Sitting in the sun, Harry could clearly see that the people who cared for him were now standing in front of him one by one, his mother, his father, and finally Dumbledore, all determined to protect him, but now it was all over.

He couldn't let anyone stand between him and Voldemort anymore, and the protection of his parents meant that nothing could hurt him, and he had to give up this illusion forever that he should not have at the age of one.

Harry would no longer wake up from nightmares, no more comforting whispers in the darkness telling him that he was safe, that his last and greatest protector was dead, and that he had never been so alone now.

The man finally stopped talking and returned to his seat.

Inexplicably, Harry was in a bit of a hurry, he waited for someone else to stand up, he was expecting a speech, maybe a minister, but no one moved.

Then several people screamed.

Bright, white flames erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table on which he was lying, rising higher and higher, covering the corpse.

The white smoke swirled in the air and turned into strange shapes. Harry believed that the moment his heart stopped, he saw a phoenix happily fly into the fire, but the next second the flame was gone. There was a white marble tomb that encased Dumbledore's body and the table on which he rested.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows whistled through the air, causing several screams. But the arrows fell far beyond the crowd.

It was a sacrifice for the centaurs, and then they turned and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

The merfolk also slowly sank into the green water and disappeared.

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