HP Magic Biography

In fact, Fan Lin had to go to bed early. Fortunately, compared to Harry and Ron, Fan Lin's mood was not so complicated, but the next day Fan Lin had to get up early to pack his luggage. The Gwartz Express train would leave an hour after Dumbledore's funeral, so everyone had to hurry up, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore's funeral was inevitable.

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

This depressive emotion infected everyone. Everyone present had experienced that painful night. At this time, as if there was no distinction between colleges, everyone stood together scatteredly. Fan Lin noticed that Carat was still alive. Goyle, those little minions of Malfoy.

Compared to Malfoy, it was obvious that these little minions of his were more suitable to be Death Eaters, so that Snape would not be asked to take over this terrible task, and maybe Harry could accept it more easily.

Here, Hermione! Fan Lin said, running over to take Hermione's big and small bags.

Dobby has his own life now, staying with Winky and Kreacher. Although it doesn't look so harmonious, at least Dobby is still very happy.

One after another, the hall that seemed a bit empty at first also became crowded at this time.

Professor McGonagall cleared Dumbledore's seat at the staff table. Hagrid's chair was also empty, and Fan Lin felt that Hagrid probably couldn't bear to face this breakfast.

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

And Snape's seat was naturally vacated, and to Fan Lin's surprise, Scrimgeour was actually sitting in Snape's seat.

Very keenly, Scrimgeour's eyes kept scanning everyone present.

Block me... Harry instinctively lowered his head, Scrimgeour was looking for him, it was a hassle, and Harry obviously wasn't that concerned with dealing with a Minister of Magic.

Percy Weasley, with red hair and horn-rimmed glasses, followed Scrimgeour.

In this regard, Ron didn't show anything like he met Percy. He poked a few pieces of bacon, with a dirty word that he was not used to. Ron had forgiven Percy, but in his mouth... After all Well, Percy really doesn't fit well with the Weasleys, even though Percy was once Mrs Weasley's favorite child.

At the Slytherin table Clara and Goyle also squeezed into the table, as usual, the two of them huddled together and whispered softly, although they had such huge bodies, without the pale face, they kept giving orders to them Malfoy, they looked oddly thinned.

Perhaps this is what it looks like without a backbone.

In fact, neither Harry nor Fan Lin, nor Ron nor Hermione, thought much about Malfoy.

As for Harry, all his hatred was directed at Snape, but he didn't forget the fear in Malfoy's voice on the top of the tower, and he didn't forget when another Death Eater came. Put down the wand.

Harry didn't believe Malfoy would have killed Dumbledore, he despised Malfoy for still being obsessed with the Dark Arts, but now mixed with the tiniest bit of sympathy for him.

Harry wondered where Malfoy was now,

Would Voldemort have ordered him to kill his parents and himself in addition to threats?

Okay, it's time to start! Ginny poked Harry, motioning him to sit up.

Professor McGonagall got up, and the mournful voice in the auditorium stopped.

It's time, said Professor McGonagall, follow your Head of House outside. Gryffindor students, follow me.

They lined up quietly behind their dean.

Slughorn was at the head of the Slytherin procession, assuming Snape's duties, today in his rich emerald green robes embroidered with silver.

To Fan Lin's surprise, he had never seen the dean of Hufflepuff...Professor Spoutlaw had dressed so neatly before; there was not a single patch on her hat, and when they arrived at the entrance hall, they Ms. Pince was found standing next to Filch, wearing a veil that reached to her knees, and Filch was constantly arranging what looked like an old-fashioned pleated skirt, which was not the same as during the Triwizard Tournament. Ron's dress has a great similarity.

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

When they followed Professor McGonagall quietly to a place filled with rows of chairs, the warmth of the sun caressed everyone's faces, but it was a pity that the bright spring scenery of Hogwarts in the past also dissipated Don't let go of the lingering dignity and solemnity.

A passage was in the middle before them: in front there was a marble table, and all the chairs faced it. This is one of the most beautiful summer days.

Half the chairs have been filled by a strange group of people: the crappy and the smart, the old and the young. Most of them Van Lin didn't know, but some he did, they were members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks (whose hair magically returned to the most vivid pink color), Remus Lupine (Tonks wants to hold his hand)...

Seeing this, Fan Lin quickly looked away. It seems that Tonks is going to succeed?

Of course, there's Mrs and Mr Weasley, Bill and his beautiful wife Fleur, and finally Fred and George, in their black dragon leather jackets.

Then there's Madame Maxime (who, it's worth noting, occupies two and a half seats herself).

After that, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, came all the way from London.

After that, there's Arabella Figg, Harry's Squib neighbor, the hairy double bass player of the Weird Sisters, the driver of the Knight Bus, Mrs. Malkin (the lady who owns the robe shop in Diagon Alley), and Some people Van Lin just saw but couldn't name, such as the owner of the Three Broomsticks and the witch pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express, and the ghost in the castle was there too, barely visible in the bright sunlight , discernible only when they moved, disembodied bodies glowing in the bright air.

However, what surprised Fan Lin the most was that the younger brother who had severed ties with Dumbledore, Aberforth, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, also came to his brother's funeral.

Sirius sat at the front, sorry, he was blocked by Madam Maxim, if it wasn't for his tattooed skin, Fan Lin wouldn't even have recognized him.

However, now is clearly not the time to reminisce.

Fan Lin and the others sat down on the seats in the last row by the lake.

People were whispering to each other; it sounded like a breeze in the meadow, but the birdsong came loudly from afar. The crowd continued to grow; in a moment of love, Harry saw Luna help Neville sit down.

On the night Dumbledore was killed, they alone answered Hermione's call out of all the members of the D.A, and Harry knew why: they were the ones who missed the D.A the most... maybe they checked their coins regularly with hope , to look forward to another meeting.

Luna had stated more than once that she liked that place, but their busy studies left them with no time to organize. Snape taught...

Harry felt a little regretful, what if the D.A was still held as usual?

Is it Malfoy he...

Cornelius Fudge came to the front row, his expression was pained, and he was clutching his green bowler hat tightly as usual.

Hmm... now Fudge prefers the colors of the Forgive series, maybe this will make him get rid of everyone's usual perception of him sooner.

Then it was Harry's turn to be angry, for he recognized Rita Skeeter, whom he had seen with great anger, and grabbed her notebook with red-nailed hands; Shaking with anger, this is Dolores Jane Umbridge.

She also attended Dumbledore's funeral. Unsurprisingly, she had a strange expression on her toad-like face, pretending to be mourning, but her heart was so happy that she took off.

A black velvet top hat was worn on her iron-gray curly hair. When she saw the centaur Firenze standing like a guard by the lake, she hurriedly turned around and sat far away from here. a seat.

The faculty sat down at last, and Harry could see Scrimgeour sitting in the front row with Professor McGonagall looking serious and dignified. Harry wondered if Scrimgeour and the other important figures were really sad that Dumbledore was gone, and he forgot to look for the source of his discontent with the Ministry.

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

The people who came here were too complete. If Voldemort had been smart enough to come here desperately and cast a spell to destroy Azkaban, everything would be over.

Look.

Suddenly, a brief exclamation awakened everyone's attention.

Then, almost everyone noticed that several feet below the surface of the water, there was a group of dark shadows shaking.

That is the mermaid in the black lake.

Now, a group of mermaids gathered together and sang a song that no one could understand. The mermaids were close to the water, and visible to the naked eye, there were fine waves floating on their pale faces, and their purple hair flowed around. The music that made the hair on many people's necks stand on end is unpleasant, and it speaks clearly of loss and despair.

When someone with a heart saw the beast-like faces of the singers, it was inexplicable. Although he didn't like it, Fan Lin had a feeling that, at least, they felt sad for Dumbledore's passing.

Hagrid walked slowly between the chairs in the aisle. He was weeping silently, tears glistening on his face, and in his hands was purple velvet studded with gold stars, which held Dumbledore's body.

This glance suddenly made Fan Lin feel a 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's and Ginny's faces and onto the hem of their clothes in quick succession. They couldn't see clearly what was going on ahead, and Hagrid seemed to be carefully placing the body on the table.

Now Hagrid was walking back down the hallway, sucking his nose and making a horn-like sound, which offended some people, including Umbridge, who was such a nasty woman... …

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

Harry naturally continued to mourn Dumbledore honestly.

Fan Lin followed Hagrid's gaze to look at the last row. Hagrid was facing there. Suddenly, Fan Lin realized what was there.

It was Glop the Giant, in a jacket and trousers the size of a small tent, his big ugly stone face bent down so docile that he looked human.

Unbelievably, Hagrid's wish came true, Grapp put on human clothes, and then did the same behavior as humans.

This is nothing short of a miracle for a giant born with a mental defect.

Without looking for Madam Maxim, Hagrid naturally sat next to his half-brother, and Grapp pressed hard on his head, so his chair-like legs sank into the ground.

really……

Fan Lin wanted to laugh for a moment, but he would be beaten, and only Umbridge would do that if he laughed at a funeral.

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

Fan Lin couldn't hear what he said. They only vaguely heard some strange words: Nobility of soul... Contribution of knowledge... Greatness of heart...

It doesn't make any sense.

Unexpectedly, Harry was a little strange, which seemed to be different from the Dumbledore Harry knew.

He suddenly remembered Dumbledore's explanation of some words, 'itwit', 'oddmet', 'blubber' ad 'twea'.

So, like Fan Lin, Harry could hardly help himself from laughing.

You two, what's the matter?

There was a soft voice on the left of Fan Lin and Harry, and suddenly, Harry stopped smiling.

He remembered Dumbledore squatting by the water's edge two years ago, very close to where Harry was sitting now, talking to the merman in Mermaid Talk.

He was wondering where Dumbledore had learned Mermaid.

There were so many things he hadn't asked him, he should have said more... and then, without warning, the brutal truth, fuller and undeniable, flashed through his mind.

Dumbledore was dead, gone... He gripped the cold locket so tightly in his hand that it hurt, but he couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

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

Dumbledore is indeed dead... Fan Lin thought silently, and suddenly he sighed, choosing the power of death, Dumbledore would probably not be willing to let himself stay here for too long.

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

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

For a moment, Harry was full of thoughts, he was the one who was really grieving, and suddenly, he remembered the night he first came to the Forbidden Forest, the first time he met Voldemort, and together with Van Lin, learning to be a wizard The same to fight.

This is a wizard, power contains wisdom, even, not long ago, Harry was still discussing a war with Dumbledore.

It is very important, said Dumbledore, to keep fighting, so that evil can be stopped, though never completely destroyed.

Sitting in the sun, Harry clearly saw those who cared about him now standing in front of him one by one, his mother, his father, and finally Dumbledore, all determined to protect him; But now it's all over.

He couldn't let anyone stand between him and Voldemort anymore, his parents' protection meant nothing could hurt him, and he had to give up forever the illusion he should have had since he was a year old.

Harry would no longer be awakened by nightmares, no comforting whispers in the dark telling him he was safe, that his last and greatest protector was dead, and he had never been so alone now.

The man finally stopped talking and returned to his seat.

Inexplicably, Harry felt urgent, he waited for someone else to stand up, he expected the speech, maybe the Minister, but no one moved.

Then several people screamed.

Bright, white flames erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table on which he lay, rising higher and higher to cover the body.

White smoke swirls into strange shapes in the air. Harry thought that for the moment his heart stopped beating, he saw a phoenix gleefully fly into the fire, but the next second the flames were gone. There is a white marble tomb that encases Dumbledore's body and the table on which he rests.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows whizzed through the air, causing several screams. However, these bows and arrows fell far outside the crowd.

This was the sacrifice of the centaurs, and they turned and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

The mermaid also slowly sank into the green lake and disappeared.

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