Hogwarts Everything is Three

At this time, an inner door in the temple was opened by priests and wizards, announcing the official start of the funeral.

Alan Harris, the owner of Hogwarts, walked slowly forward from the doorway along the aisle in the middle of the seat. Anka stood on his shoulder, and the golden tail feathers fell from him and fell in his arms. Above the pot that was dug out of a whole piece of crystal, the ashes of the half pot pulsed slightly as Alan moved around.

This made some wizards who saw this scene feel uncomfortable. They even used a transparent jar to let everyone see Professor Flitwick’s ashes. This strange Ravenclaw style made them touch Without thinking, this approach is too unreasonable and does not respect the deceased himself.

And Professor McGonagall, who likes to talk about the rules, nodded with satisfaction at this time. Only wizards who know enough about Flitwick can understand Allen’s intentions-as a greedy and curiosity who has a desire for knowledge. Flitwick, who served as the dean of Wenclaw College, would definitely not want to allow himself to stay in a dark, closed space after death.

Following Allen behind Katie and the glass cover on the tray in the hands of another priest, are Professor Flitwick's magic robe and staff.

The raven on the ceiling seemed to be organized, and hovered over Allen's head all the way, until he reached the wide table in the middle and placed the crystal jar carefully on the stone table. The ravens circled the stone table clockwise, and then flew rustlingly to some of the pillars at the top of the temple, quietly waiting for the funeral to begin.

Now the Shrine Choir and the Hogwarts Choir sang melodious and sad music together. Infected by this atmosphere, many people are crying silently, with bright tears on their faces.

When Alan, who was already pale, put down the crystal jar, his eyes full of grief were slightly closed, and his bluish hands stayed on the crystal jar for a long time before letting go, as if the crystal jar had taken away all that day. Warmth.

All the clergy of the temple were divided into two sides facing the crystal jar, the strange and sad music stopped, and the wind passed through the temple through the doors and windows, leaving a few long whimpers.

Alan's clear throat sounded in the silent temple, and it caught the ears of all the listeners in an instant. Except for a few words like "Master of Curse" and "Duel Champion" at the beginning, he didn't have the accomplishments of Professor Flitwick in his life like the funerals of ordinary well-known wizards.

Instead, I chose to talk about the feelings of Flitwick and the professor since they met, and from the perspectives of the first student, later colleague, and last boss, I would like to talk about the warm and small things in life like memories.

The unique design of the temple made Allen's words clear to every wizard who came to the funeral, and caught the ears of all the audience.

Even if the wizards sitting in their seats have never interacted with the professors, these warm little things are attracted by the professor’s personality charm under Alan’s sincere narration. Not only the witches, they seem to come to participate. The brawny Vasily at the funeral even made his eyes red when he heard it...

The wizards of Hogwarts were soberly aware that Professor Flitwick had passed away, was gone, and would never appear in front of them again...

This terrible fact struck them more mercilessly than ever, and it is undeniable.

"Professor Flitwick will be solemnly recorded in the history of Hogwarts, and the best home for these relics of him is to return to his favorite magic..." Allen paused and calmed down. Under the turmoil in my heart, I stretched out my arm and drew a circle in front of me, "Please don't be nervous..."

Suddenly, the stone wall behind Allen split to both sides, exposing the passage behind.

The entire temple suddenly moved: the tall windows began to rotate and tilt to the right little by little, and rows of seats protrude forward, like the tracks of a tank, rotating with the people on them.

The interior of this huge temple seemed to come alive. The whole room began to move like food in the digestive tract. The walls were like dominoes, and like wheels that kept spinning, like waves, layer by layer. The ground rolled forward, but the wizards in it did not feel uncomfortable, just like sitting in a magic bus. No matter how the temple changes or expands, the people sitting inside will not feel any tremor.

And this move of Allen surprised even the wizards of the temple such as Katie Bell. Allen has this kind of authority in the Ravenclaw Temple, let alone have it, and they don't even listen to this function. Said. The use of this space far beyond ordinary wizards shocked the wizards' hearts, but out of respect for the funeral of such a powerful wizard's beloved teacher, none of them made a sound.

The blue gauze by the window stopped swinging, and the temple resumed its previous static state again, and the room they were in was connected to another well-known hall in the temple.

Occupying all the sights of the wizards is the hexagonal platform located in the center of the interior. On the platform, a round sphere with a diameter of 150 feet stands in the middle of the six obsidian columns engraved with layers of magic inscriptions. It looks like a round sphere with a diameter of 150 feet. A huge crystal ball with light blue light.

The Nether energy core that was temporarily given to all the public and made them think it provided the power of the entire floating city.

After entering the room, the rich magical power in the air made every pore of the wizards greedily absorb the magical power. The comfort and enrichment that almost penetrated into the soul made them shudder involuntarily, and they didn’t want to move while sitting. Move, and enjoy the comfort and pleasure brought by this magical power—although because the Miser Energy Nucleus is now very stable to provide energy, it will not be the kind of richness that erupted when Hogwarts lifted off or the entire city was teleported. In a trance, a person forgets his purpose, forgets where he is, and is so comfortable that he temporarily loses his mind.

But for many wizards who came here for the first time because of participating in a funeral today, they still enjoyed this indescribable and almost indescribable comfort for the first time.

Seeing many wizards who are not used to being close to high concentration of magic powers are still in a trance, Allen patted Anka on his shoulder lightly, and seeing that the other party was not moving, he patted again, and the Phoenix pretended that he had just woke up. First, he pecked his earlobe with his beak affectionately, and Alan reluctantly rubbed the Phoenix's beak with his nose.

"Cack!"

In the new hall where the two rooms are connected, the singing of Phoenix Anka came from UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

Anka actually has the meaning of being forced to operate. It rarely deals with Professor Flitwick. Although the other party often enters his spouse’s office, Flitwick is not used to giving it a little bit like Grindelwald from time to time. Snacks, he has never fed his famous cakes, so Anka himself has no affection for Dean Ravenclaw.

And more importantly, when Anka noticed that his spouse and the powerful creature disguised as a witch had offspring, and therefore Alan spent much less time with it, making it very jealous and panic. In its small head, it was thought that since Alan could give birth to offspring, it still had eggs to hatch for so long, I'm afraid there was something wrong with its own body.

For this reason, Anka even secretly set himself on fire and tried to cure the disease by rebirth from the ashes, but nothing changed, which made it even more panic-so even if he fully understood Alan’s intentions, Anka deliberately needed him to be intimate with himself a few times. , Seize the opportunity to maintain the feelings before they are willing to contribute.

The sound of the phoenix added by the special structure inside the temple quickly restored the wizards’ calm, and this was like the fairy music floating in another world, making these heads turn and seek, and when they woke up, their expressions were somewhat different. With surprise.