Everyone else present silently took a few steps back, leaving space for the relatives of the deceased.

Harry stared at the scene in front of him.

His face was a little moved.

He wondered if there would be so many relatives to see him off if he died suddenly one day.

Loved ones –

Harry remembered his Aunt Penny.

Then he shook his head a little self-deprecatingly.

If it was Aunt Penny, she might not even be willing to pay for her cremation.

As for why cremation and not burial.

Because cremation is cheap!

"Don't hang your face!" At this time, Owen stepped forward silently, "When you are cold, I will give you a whole pure English oak coffin, and then find a piece of feng shui treasure, invite the most famous orchestra to sing in front of your grave, I will open for three days, and guarantee that hundreds of thousands of people will see you off by then!" ”

"Fuck off!" Harry laughed and scolded, just now, and the liquid that was about to gush out of the corner of his eye was choked again.

"I don't like it!"

"It doesn't matter, you can also choose the girl group dance, 10,000 people to run to the funeral and other services, more than a dozen stunning beauties holding umbrellas silently offer roses in front of your grave, leaving you a mysterious, enviable legend.

Of course, as long as you leave me all the inheritance before you die, I promise to send you away by all means at that time! Owen joked.

"I'll send you away now!" Harry gritted his teeth, turning his head and fumbling for the wand in his robe's pocket.

It seems to be going to a duel with Owen.

"Hey, what are you doing so excited!" Owen continued lightly: "Okay, okay, you send me away, remember to give my buddy a pure gold coffin when the time comes, and then build the cemetery a little bigger, with a pyramid of the same size, plus all kinds of magic traps, I'm afraid that someone will rob my tomb." ”

"Or make me a yin corpse, the one who doesn't have long eyes dares to open his buddy's coffin, and Brother Gao and Low will reward him with a big mouth."

Owen chuckled.

But the more he spoke, the more Harry felt that there was something in his words.

Because when Owen was really joking, it wasn't this expression.

The real him, when watching jokes, always uses a mocking tone, not the current one, although he is joking and vexatious, but he can't hear any ridicule.

It's like.

Harry didn't have time to question.

On the other side, as the Blake relatives picked up the dirt and swayed it.

The funeral came to an end.

Except for Bella, who is far away in Azkaban.

This may be the first time that Blake's children and grandchildren have gathered together as adults.

This may be a good opportunity.

Maybe they can put aside their old suspicions and come together.

Because both Harry and Hermione are very envious of having such a large family and relatives.

In their opinion, no matter what conflicts Sirius had with his sister, they were both sisters and brothers anyway!

Except for Bella, who is already irretrievable.

Everything should have a chance to be reunited.

Unfortunately, Regulus did not have the ability to sew up the gap between his brothers and sisters.

After a brief funeral.

And they departed.

As it darkened, Dumbledore rushed back to the castle after Regulus' funeral, with whom Lupin had something to discuss.

Sirius was still in grief, and Harry stayed behind to take care of him.

Hermione, on the other hand, went home with Dobby's help.

By the time Owen re-entered his door, it was nearly midnight.

Without any hesitation. He fell asleep.

Ancient magic wasn't that easy to unleash either.

It drained Owen a lot of energy and stamina.

A few days later.

Since the cave incident, Owen finally has a vacation of his own.

No one bothered him until the end of June.

At the beginning of July, he packed his bags and headed for a trip to Europe.

Thanks Dobby.

Because of him, Owen has several Portkey anchors located in Europe.

For four weeks, he traveled to several cities in Europe, Venice, Milan, Berlin, and Warsaw, and if it weren't for the fact that he didn't know the Ministry of Magic on the Bear's side, he would have had to go to Moscow to sit down.

He heard about the Quidditch World Cup in Cairo, Egypt.

It was a surprise to everyone.

The World Cup is still being held in England and is scheduled for early August.

I don't know what kind of effort Barty Krach put in to convince the organizing committee to continue to host the World Cup in the UK.

But there's no denying that the UK needs it today.

The World Cup is needed to loosen the nerves of the tense people.

After he announced that England would continue to host the World Cup, Barty Crouch's approval rating rose at a visible rate in an instant.

It's not much, but it's a good start.

Everyone knows that England needs time to heal their wounds at this time, and the World Cup is definitely the best medicine.

Originally, Owen didn't plan to go back.

But Harry wrote to him several times, inviting him to watch the World Cup final.

Unable to defeat him, Owen returned to England in early August.

At this time, the Quidditch semi-finals were still being played. Every day Owen receives reports from Harry's front.

Finally, after a few days of rest.

Led by Dobby.

It's strange - why his elves are interested in everything, they know everything.

Owen didn't know where the Quidditch venue was, but Dobby did.

After phantom shifting.

They appeared in a deserted forest.

Dobby led him on for about ten minutes when a wooden door suddenly appeared in front of them.

"The Ministry of Magic was afraid that there would be too many wizards coming to watch the game, so it cast a lot of anti-illusion disfigurement charms in the field, although it had no effect on the elves." Dobby talked like a happy bunny, and said, "They stipulate that apparitions can only land on the other side of the forest, and Dobby must obey them." ”

"What the hell rules! I'm sure Malfoy's family will have apparitioned into the venue! Owen was indignant, and then pushed the wooden door open.

Behind the door, there is a basin.

There are hundreds of tents of strange shapes on the grasslands.

They descended the gentle slope to the end of the sky.

"Which two countries are in this competition?" Owen asked suddenly.

He had never been interested in Quidditch.

Didn't pay attention to any of that at all.

"Don't you know?" Dobby's round eyes were very surprised, but he still opened his mouth to explain: "Ireland vs. Bulgaria!" ”

'Dobby was expecting England to qualify, but – they were so humiliated, they lost to Transylvania, 10-390, and scored a goal all the way.

He said with a sad face, "The Welsh team lost to Uganda, and Scotland was beaten by Luxembourg. ”

"So Ireland is the only one left?" Owen was quite speechless and said: "Sure enough, the United Kingdom is good, there are four chances, I don't have to guess that I know that the Weasleys must be supporting the Irish team, hehe-they were fans of England a month ago!" ”

"And - what about the French team?" He then asked.

"France?" Dobby was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the gentleman seemed to be French. "They fell into the hands of the Germans, Round of Sixteen."

“.”

"Reasonable."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and then he asked in a casual tone, "What about my Da Ming?" ”

"Ming Empire, which Far Eastern country?"

"Dobby doesn't seem to see them on the schedule."

“.”

Although Owen didn't understand Quidditch, in his previous life, he still clicked on Rowling's Quidditch setting about the Far East with some kind of expectation.

It can only be said that if Rowling did not refer to football, then he must not believe it.

In her setting, Da Ming had to wait until 2010 to reach the final of the Quidditch World Cup before he could officially rise to prominence.

This is quite in line with the international status achieved by the development of the country.

Not far from the wooden door, a man stood, looking out over the tents.

Owen could tell at a glance that it was a real Muggle.

The one with high emotional intelligence said that because he didn't have a little magic on his body.

Speaking of low emotional intelligence, at a glance, only he is the most normal in Muggle clothes.

The others, the wizards, were more or less dressed up strangely.

He had even seen the wizard with a sun umbrella on his head, but it was still dawn.

There are also some mixed dress experts, with suits on the upper body and bell bottoms, which are considered normal.

He also saw Batman and Spider-Man running across the prairie.

Superman and Black Widow fall in love in the woods!

What the hell two-dimensional cosplay

I hate them the most comic book fans.

As he spoke, Owen slowly tightened his trench coat and concealed his collector's edition, the Avengers T-shirt signed by Stan Lee.

It's a treasure.

It's different from cheap cosplay.

Hum~

It's just different!

"Kid over there, are you here to rent a tent too?"

The Muggle walked over.

"It's strange these days, so many people rent tents, I've already rented out hundreds." He said.

"We don't rent tents, someone has rented them for us." Owen, who came back to his senses, said flatly.

"Really?" Mr. Roberts frowned slightly, for at this time he noticed Dobby, the elf next to Owen.

His brow furrowed, and then his eyes overflowed with fear.

I was about to scream.

But at this moment, a wizard in bloomers fell from the sky and landed beside him.

"Forget it!" He pointed his wand at the poor Muggle and snapped.

Suddenly, Mr. Roberts' eyes were dissolved, his brow was loosened, and his face showed a trance-like expression of indifference to anything.

Then he walked away peacefully.

"Don't let the house-elves run around! There are a lot of Muggles around here. ”

"Uh-huh, it's you!" Mr. Aubo Benny looked down and saw Owen's handsome face.

"Why, Mr. Obbo didn't take a vacation today?" Owen quipped.

"What a vacation! I've been working overtime for a month. He looked very tired, with no beard on his chin, a pale face, and a bluish shade under his glasses.

"What the hell is this World Cup, why isn't it over yet!" As he spoke, he left with a direct phantasm, only his words were still circulating in the air, "Go inside, Blake's tent is on the innermost side." ”

"Tsk" Owen looked at Mr. Obson's departing figure with some sympathy.

More sympathy for that poor Muggle.

Know that the Oblivion Charm is never a good thing.

This thing should be classified as black magic.

Briefly using the Oblivion Charm on someone multiple times can permanently damage that person's brain.

Even if not multiple times, but a powerful Oblivion Charm, such as Lockhart's Permanent Oblivion Charm, can cause serious harm to the wizard's brain.

At the least, the person who was spelled by the spell becomes not very good at remembering, and loses three or four.

In severe cases, it will directly turn the person into dementia.

Or even kill.

That Muggle is probably going to be dementia, and this killing a person is no different.

But the wizard didn't care.

They didn't care what effect their actions would have on Muggles, as long as they didn't break the law.

And that's what the Secrecy Act is ridiculous about, because the law doesn't protect Muggles or wizards, it just restricts wizards from using spells that cross the line against Muggles.

There will always be people who are injured, and life is better than death.

There are wizards who see an attempt to change all this, no matter how or how they do it, and it finally brings this muddy age back on the move.

But Owen had little interest in that.

He seeks change in the wizarding world because his grandfather is looking for change.

Himself. Maybe he will change his mind later, but not now.

Over the steppe.

Walk past the bustling crowds. Facing the moonlight.

He and Dobby gradually made their way to the tent closest to the pitch.

Most of those tents were unremarkable, even rudimentary.

But some, especially the one inside, Owen saw a tent, which was particularly conspicuous, and was very extravagant with a large amount of striped silk, almost like a small palace, with a few live peacocks tethered to the entrance.

After a few steps, he saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers beside it.

On the other side, there is a garden in front of the door of a tent, with a bird's bath, sundials, fountains, and so on.

Of course, this is just a light luxury.

When he actually came to the camp of pure-blood wizards, he realized that he was still too reserved, and his little money-loving problem was simply the difference between raindrops and the sea compared to this group of pure-blood wizards.

Because he saw that there was a manor house in the camp!

Yes, it's an estate, it's an acre-sized estate!

Damn, this turned the tented wizard into scum in seconds.

There is another, although it is a tent, but it is covered with gold wires and precious stones, and the curtain of pearls is strung together, as if others do not know that his family is rich.

It's just a livestock to show off their wealth.

As for the tent of the Black family.

In the distance, he saw a dark green tent covering a large area.

It looks very magnificent, the fabric is made of a lot of striped silk, and the surface is embroidered with various patterns, and the whole tent looks like a small palace from a distance.

The cone-shaped spire towers into the sky, and the dark gold banner of the Black family flutters above it.

Take a mountain symbol: a shield of two pentagram stars and a short sword, flanked by two leaping greyhounds.

Below, is the ornate, glittering golden text: The noble and oldest Black family is forever pure.

The tent stands out from all the tents around it and is imbued with the luxury of the Black family.

But given the current state of affairs of the Black family, there is no doubt that the tent and the sentence above it are full of irony.

"Hey! Owen, this way. ”

He was about to walk over when suddenly the curtain on the tent was opened, it was Harry.

He walked out of it.

"This tent, the Black family is really rich!" Owen said bitterly.

At this moment, Sirius also walked out, and he happened to hear Owen's words.

"This is my parents' tent."

"And then!" Owen could squeeze sour water out of his mouth. Because he suddenly remembered that he seemed to still have the identity of the heir of the Rozier family, but unfortunately this identity did not bring him anything useful, not even a sico.

"It's not you using it yet!"

"I hate you rich second generation the most, don't you have to say next, I'm not interested in money?"

"It's true that I'm not interested in money." Sirius said lightly.

"Climb!"

"If you're not interested, please transfer it to me, thank you! Let me bear the troubles of vulgarity alone! Owen said righteously.

He is not at all afraid that the vulgar gold will defile his soul.

Let's make the soul even more vulgar!

I choose gold!!

Sirius rolled his eyes at the sound, his money was going to be left to Harry.

At this moment, Harry hurriedly interrupted the embarrassment.

He pulled Owen into the tent.

Clear!

It's like walking into a small castle.

There are seven floors inside!

Eighty feet (24 meters) tall.

On the ground floor is the huge living room and kitchen.

The living room has two spiral staircases leading up to different floors.

Each floor has a completely different style, but the overall architectural style is very harmonious.

Obviously, this is specially designed by some design masters.

Owen had not heard of such a talent among wizards, so it could not be ruled out that it was a Muggle masterpiece.

At this time, the living room was full of people.

When Owen came in, a brown-haired girl immediately ran over.

It's Hannah.

She said, "I wanted to go to your house to find you. ”

"But I don't know the address of your home."

"I think you're going to be with Harry, so I'm going to come and have a look."

Owen saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, Hannah, the Twins, Ginny, and even Luna and Justin.

He even saw Neville and Seamus.

This gave him the illusion of returning to Hogwarts.

"People are so together, what do you want to do."

He said softly.

Harry on the side hurriedly explained, "I invited them all here, Sirius's tent is big enough to accommodate dozens of people, and it would be too wasteful to live only the two of us." ”

"So you're all here to eat?" Owen rolled his eyes, then walked quickly to the couch, then retracted comfortably into the softness, "With this good thing, you should have called me earlier." ”

"My favorite thing is to eat and drink."

(End of chapter)