Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 211 Funeral
"Didn't you say you could cure my sister? Why! Why?"

"Calm down, I never said I could cure her." Taoist Lingxu shook his head in pain.

"Daphne, Master has done his best. You... just let it go." Hilbert hugged Daphne who was in grief.

"My only sister! Scorpius doesn't even have a mother."

"Mom, we can't cry anymore. Scorpius needs us, and so does Uncle Draco." Kyle and Patrick comforted Daphne.

Daphne gradually stopped her grief.Wiping away tears, he silently took the black clothes from Hilbert's hand and changed into mourning clothes.

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"No! I will never allow you to go there!" Harry Potter angrily tore up the letter Scorpius wrote to Albus.

"But Scorpius' mother died!" Albus explained. "He needs me."

"No! Malfoy Manor. Absolutely not. Do you know how dangerous it is?" Harry's green eyes blinked uneasily, as if recalling something terrible.

"Absolutely not!" he murmured.

"Dad! If Ron needed you. And your father wouldn't let you go. How would you feel!"

"First of all, Malfoy Manor is not the Burrow! It's the domain of dark wizards! If you remember, I told you what happened there!"

"That's about your generation. Me and Scorpius are not like you!"

"Do you know? How many people died in that place? It's a filth! A kennel of evil! Voldemort! How many people were killed there?"

"Does that have anything to do with Scorpius? It has nothing to do with those who died! Besides! Who will kill the son of the head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department! With Shafik's protection, and old Mrs. Shafik! She also participate."

"It's okay? Do you know how you got your own happy life? What the fuck are you talking about!"

"I didn't deny it! Malfoy Manor is indeed a tainted place, but it has nothing to do with Scorpius!"

"Impossible! As long as I am alive. I will never allow it!"

"Then I'd rather not be Potter! Mr. Harry Potter. You've become a complete door-watcher yourself, my lord! Poor orphan, go ahead and save us all - so to speak." —for the good of the whole wizarding world. How grateful we are for your bravery. Shall we bow, or curtsey?"

"You know what? I'm fed up with being responsible for your unhappiness. You at least have a dad. And I don't, you know?" Harry snapped.

"No! I just wish you weren't my dad."

"Well, sometimes I wish you weren't my son." Silence.Albus nodded.pause.Harry realized what he had said. "No, I don't really think so..."

"That's what you think," said Albus.

Albus ran for the door.Left the roar of Harry Potter in the house......

"Malfoy Manor!" Albus thought to himself holding the Portkey sent by Scorpius.

"Patrick, wait for me!" Albus called to Patrick, who was watching at the door.

"Scorpius doesn't have his mom, but he still has us. He needs us now."

Patrick handed over the letter and the portkey, and the fine wrought-iron gate swung open, and a weeping house-elf unlocked it.Sobbing, "Sir... sir, please... come in."

The manor's well-established gardens surround the middle.

The smoke set by magic can also make people feel among the clouds on a sunny day.The breath is fresh and smooth.

But today, the air here is no longer pleasant, and everyone feels that the air they inhale seems to be like mud, like cement that is about to solidify in their chests.Lingering.

The living room was full of silent people, all seated at a long, well-decorated table.A roaring fire was burning in the ornate marble fireplace, which illuminated the room with a gilded mirror above the fireplace. Albus and Patrick stopped at the door for a while, and after they got used to the dim light, they walked away under the guidance of the house-elf. Going to the second floor, pushing open the black oak door, Albus and Patrick saw Scorpius slumped on the ground, beside the Gaunt siblings, Kyle Shafik, and Helena waiting for them Friends in Slytherin.They tried to keep Scorpius interested and told him jokes all the time.However, Scorpius slumped on the ground blankly, staring blankly at the family photos on the wall.

Patrick put his arms around Scorpius, and Scorpius' eyes slowly focused on Albus.

"Here I come, Scorpius."

Scorpius' sluggish eyes slowly filled with tears like sea tides, and his facial features were no longer tense.He cried and hugged Albus.

"Let's go out." Patrick whispered.

Several people walked out of the room one after another.

Scorpius cried so hard that he coughed.He bit his shoulder through Albus' coat, and although Albus didn't hurt much, he could feel the pain in his heart.The pain of losing a mother.

After an unknown period of time, Scorpius let go of his mouth and rubbed his red and swollen eyes from crying.

Helena came in, coaxing Scorpius. "Are you feeling better, Scorpius?"

Scorpius nodded with a sob.Helena said softly. "We're all with you. You need to rest. Go to sleep. Brother."

Helena lifted Scorpius, whose legs were already numb, to the bed. Scorpius lay his head on Helena's leg, and fell asleep, and Helena didn't dare to move.Afraid of disturbing the child.

Scorpius was really exhausted, and after a while the only silence in the room was his even breathing.

Helena picked up a wooden comb, on which Scorpius engraved "Mother's wooden comb." Using it to gather the broken hair on Scorpius' forehead behind his ears, Scorpius muttered "Mom ………”

Hilbert and Daphne came in and waved her out, then said to the children in the corridor. "The funeral is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Remember not to make him too sad. This is a pill prepared by Master Lingxu. Mix it in his water to make him feel better."

In the room, Astoria was lying on the bed, her round cheeks sunken, her face pale, as if she was asleep.

Draco Malfoy was like Scorpius, holding Astoria's hand like a stone statue.Regardless of Narcissa's persuasion later.She could only look at her and him worriedly.

Scorpius fell asleep until the next morning.

"Are you awake?" said Albus as he came in with his breakfast.

"Hmm." Scorpius slowly turned his stiff neck and asked hoarsely, "Did I sleep for a long time?"

"No, you just slept for a while. Drink some water, Scorpius."

Scorpius took a sip.

"The funeral will be held in the afternoon..."

"...Oh" Scorpius' originally bright eyes dimmed again.

"You eat first."

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A house-elf came in and said, "Master...Master says the funeral is about to begin. Please come over."

Astoria's funeral took place in one afternoon.The sun is shining brightly.It was as if Hilbert attended Draco and Astoria's wedding more than ten years ago.

Mr. Greengrass and Lucius Malfoy and Hilbert, Draco and the two old wizards were responsible for carrying the coffin.

When the thick black coffin was placed on the floor in front of the bed, Hilbert felt that the little girl who yelled at him about the pain in her butt many years ago, the sister who was as beautiful as Daphne, the wife of the Malfoy family, Astoria, one of Slytherin's garden flowers, seemed to be gone forever.

She is now lying peacefully on the bed in her snow-white robe.In the sad music, the distressed Mr. Greengrass and Draco lifted Astoria and put her in the coffin.

Hilbert seemed to have an illusion, feeling that the wedding scenes of that year, that month, and that day were being staged before his eyes.

She held her father's hand and wore a snow-white wedding dress, and walked step by step to the person who stood at the end waiting for her to be with her for the rest of her life amid everyone's blessings.But she's not there now.

She could no longer open her eyes to see the two people she loved - Draco Malfoy and Scorpius Malfoy.

Lucius is now reading the eulogy.

"Greengrass...the great mother..."

Daphne and a group of former friends with Leah were sobbing softly.

The back is full of three to 400 people.

Senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, retired ministers, school principals, professors, and people from all walks of life.Even representatives of the Muggle Prime Minister and the royal family attended the funeral.

With the burial of soil.Astoria lives in people's hearts.

There are three kinds of death in the world.

A person will die three times in his life. The first time is brain death, which means the body is dead. The second time is a funeral, which means death in society. The third time is oblivion. No one in this world will think of you again. That would be utterly dead.

Astoria will always live in my heart.

(End of this chapter)