I, Hogwarts Week Two

Three o'clock in the afternoon

A group of young wizards who had arrived at Thornfield Castle one after another were sitting in the chapel, whispering and waiting.

There were only three long tables in the chapel.

The original Christ sculpture in the guest of honor seat has been moved away, and the faculty and staff's tables and chairs have been placed in its place.

Behind him are the flags of the four major colleges and the school flag of Hogwarts.

Although the professors all felt that the new school should not be in the branch campus, the four founders could not be forgotten. After brainstorming, in addition to building sculptures of the four founders in the courtyard, the professors also unanimously decided to name several manors of the new school after the four founders.

Thornfield Castle was renamed the Main Building, and the others became Gryffindor Manor, Hufflepuff Manor, etc.

For the little wizards who came to the new castle for the first time, everything here seemed new to them.

There are all kinds of novel magic props everywhere in the castle. They are all war magic items developed by the twins, ancient magic puppets and the like.

There were also some Muggle items - like lights, televisions, projectors and so on.

Anyway - in this castle you can see some of the most advanced artifacts in science and magic.

"Hey, Owen." Justin sat next to Owen.

After the Sorting was abolished, they sat wherever they wanted, although this was also the case in most of the Hogwarts world.

But on some important occasions, such as Christmas parties, Halloween parties, opening ceremonies, etc., the little wizards from the four major academies still have to sit separately.

"Without making any noise, you guys created a new Hogwarts. That's amazing!" He has been running around outside these days, in charge of admitting new students, and has not had much chance to come here.

It’s inevitable to be a little excited when seeing it for the first time.

"It's not my credit." Owen said calmly, "I was not in the UK during this period."

On his other side, Miss Granger was looking out of the chapel worriedly.

There are still a few old students who have not arrived yet.

She was worried that something might happen to the other party along the way.

"I know you and Hermione must have planned this together." Susan added, "To be honest, I was shocked when I heard that you were going to build a new Hogwarts."

"Building a castle is not a difficult task. What's important is the people," said Owen.

"Yes. People--" When they talked about this, the mood of the little wizards suddenly dimmed.

Unlike the overwhelmed freshmen, the seniors knew exactly what would happen today.

Today, a memorial service will be held for Albus Dumbledore, the greatest headmaster in Hogwarts' history.

"Okay, everyone follow me."

As he was speaking, suddenly Professor Sprout's tired voice came from the door of the chapel.

She was accompanied by several little wizards with unhappy faces.

It was obvious from the look on his face that he was dizzy due to Apparating too many times.

A group of people stood up one after another.

They walked out of the chapel one after another.

Even though the British wizarding world is at war at the moment and there is a high probability of death if one sets foot on this land, many wizards from all over the world still come here spontaneously to attend this memorial service.

There are also many foreign wizards among them.

Not just wizards from Europe, but also from America, the Middle East, Africa, and East Asia.

Among them were wizards of high status, such as many officials of the Federation, and friends of Dumbledore, such as Professor Shatti, the teacher of Chang'an Imperial College, and commissioners sent by the Ministry of Magic of various countries. In short, wizards in robes from various countries could be seen everywhere in the open space outside the castle.

They were of different shapes, but all had solemn expressions.

Owen, Hermione and the others saw a tall, imposing woman with black hair and yellow skin walking down from the carriage. She threw herself into the arms of Hagrid who was waiting there.

Fleur also came with Madame Maxime.

After the wedding, she did not enjoy a single day of happiness, and returned to the Federation Special Operations Team almost the same day, following Sirius' orders to fight against Voldemort.

There were also some vampires in black robes and some very short creatures.

These people were not what Irving expected.

You know, in order not to reveal the location of the new Hogwarts.

All visitors arrived via a warp through portkeys that were passed through various safe houses across the UK.

Such a tortuous journey made them have no idea where they were now, except that they were still in the UK.

In addition, an anti-Apparition spell has been imposed here, so once these people leave, it will be impossible for them to come back.

This also means that any wizard who can come here must be an enemy of Voldemort, otherwise how could those wavering people have the patience to come here after such a long journey?

As for creatures like vampires.

Hadn't most of them joined Voldemort's camp?

How did you get here?

Although Owen couldn't figure it out, he thought it was probably related to Theseus Scamander.

In addition to the above visitors.

The little wizards also saw many important figures.

They included: a delegation from the Ministries of Magic of the Far East, senior officials from the Wizengamot and various international magical associations, and Professor Eulalie Hicks, the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This is obviously the most typical "funeral diplomacy".

Theseus Scamander's purpose is self-evident, he wants to unite the whole world.

The British government naturally also has its say in this.

I believe the Prime Minister is more willing to meet these wizards than he is.

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This is the most beautiful and pleasant day in early autumn. The sky is as blue as a mirror, and the sun is bright and warm, shining generously on the earth, adding a bit of warmth to this golden season. The breeze is blowing gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Dumbledore's grave is quietly located by a river on the east side of the castle, in a lush forest, surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, with only the sound of the gurgling river and the occasional bird song.

The entrance to the cemetery is shaded by neat rows of trees, which seem to be silently guarding this great man. When you step into it, you will see an open lawn with a tall stone tablet standing in the middle. The stone tablet is hard and smooth, and is engraved with Dumbledore's achievements and life stories. Every word is solemn and powerful, telling the story of a hero.

Several bouquets of flowers were placed around the tombstone.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the stone tablet, creating mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this solemn and sacred place.

Under the guidance of Professor Sprout, the little wizard walked along the quiet path and came to the white cemetery.

On a newly excavated piece of land beside the river, there is a

There were rows of chairs, probably thousands of them.

Half of the seats were already occupied. These people were of all kinds, a mixed bunch: some had blond hair and blue eyes, some had oriental faces; some were ragged, some were neat and decent; some were old, some were young.

Owen didn't recognize most of them, but some of the strangers seemed familiar to him because he had seen their portraits and names in various magic books.

These people have made great achievements in various magical fields, and they are all familiar with Dumbledore.

At the outermost edge of the chairs sat all the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, the Weasleys, Bill and Fleur, Fred and George in their black dragon leather jackets, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and not Mad-Eye Moody.

Tonks and Remus Lupin sat together and they held hands.

Oh, and there were also Hagrid and Madame Maxime. They were particularly eye-catching and took up the space of about five or six people.

Hagrid was in a very low mood and Madame Maxime was whispering something to him.

Zhang Xiaolin and her professor, Xia Ti, and Professor Lali Hicks were also sitting in the crowd.

There is also a group of people from the British government.

Owen saw that the Prime Minister and the Queen were also present at the funeral.

Well - according to Muggle logic, as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Dumbledore's status is equivalent to that of a head of state. He is indeed qualified to invite heads of state to his memorial service.

In addition to these people, he also saw Dumbledore's brother: Aberforth Dumbledore. There was nothing to be seen on his face, and he sat there very low-key. It was estimated that no one could recognize him except for an "old guy" like Theseus Scamander.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore had a terrible relationship with his brother.

There has been no improvement over the years.

I really can’t imagine what kind of mood Aberforth would be in at this moment?

Is it sadness or relief?

On the left side all the vampires were there, along with the smaller creatures.

They are almost invisible in direct sunlight and can only be made out when they move, shimmering with an ethereal light in the bright air.

By the river, the centaur Firenze stood like a sentinel.

He had a far-reaching gaze, and Sirius was talking beside him.

Owen guessed that it was probably an invitation to form an alliance with the centaurs.

He thought the centaurs would agree with this. Perhaps because of him, the centaurs today were more friendly to Hogwarts wizards than in the original book.

Finally, the little wizards all walked to the stone tablet.

At the front of everyone stood Professor Sprout and Theseus Scamander.

At this time, several sirens emerged from the river.

The sound is ethereal, like heavenly music floating from another world.

They must have been brought by Hagrid.

After all, Death Eaters have always been cruel to non-human wizards, and leaving the siren in the Black Lake might lead to fatal disaster.

In the clear river water under the sunlight, a chorus of sirens sang in a strange, ancient language that humans could not understand. Their white faces swayed and their red hair danced in the air like a waterfall.

Their singing tells of the end of an era, like the last song left by the Roman Empire in the world.

To the accompaniment of sad music, Hagrid also stood up.

With the comfort of Madame Maxime, Hagrid nodded, raised his hand and wiped his red and swollen eyes, picked up the portrait of Dumbledore wrapped in purple velvet decorated with gold stars on his knees, and walked slowly along the aisle between the seats.

Because Dumbledore has been buried, a photo of him is needed at the memorial service.

Dumbledore in the photo was as kind, wise and smiling as usual, just as he had been when Ivan first saw him at Hogwarts.

Sadness was swirling around.

People started crying, tears falling, Hermione, Ginny and Hannah were all wiping their tears.

Owen didn't feel sad. He knew in his heart that this was the old principal's choice. He was willing to continue going forward and witness what kind of brilliance there was on the other side of the stars.

Hagrid cast a spell, causing the portrait to float carefully in the air.

Then he turned around and couldn't hold back his sadness. He blew his nose hard, making a sound like a trumpet.

Then a small man with thick hair and a simple black robe stood up from his seat, stood in front of Dumbledore's portrait, and began to speak. He did not use magic to increase his volume, and only a few words occasionally floated over hundreds of heads to the back, "noble spirit", "academic maturity", "great mind", etc. ...

This is the image that Dumbledore presents to other wizards. He is the greatest wizard in the world, the most powerful white wizard, and has outstanding academic achievements. In countless dark moments in the wizarding world in the past, it was because of his existence that the good wizards were supported in their fight against evil.

Dumbledore has become a symbol, a synonym for a great wizard.

But in the hearts of students, Dumbledore has always been their approachable principal, their proud role model, the white-bearded professor who invented the words "idiot!" "crybaby!" "scum" and "twist"...

Hogwarts will never return to the distant days when the headmaster would joke with the young wizards and make up lies and crises to inspire their growth.

Sirens in the river, guests coming and going.

British government personnel.

They all listened carefully.

They knew very little about Dumbledore, and this would be a great opportunity to get a comprehensive understanding of this legendary wizard.

The little man spoke very slowly, time seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone was waiting silently.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the crowd, the sound came from a group of government officials standing in the open space. Their eyes were all cast towards the distant horizon, where the originally peaceful sky suddenly became extremely dazzling.

I saw a huge flame gradually rising from the horizon, as if a huge fireball was approaching rapidly. The color of the flame was so bright that it eclipsed everything around it.

Around the flames, there was a layer of white smoke, which was as thin as silk and rose up with the rolling of the flames.

As the flames approached, people gradually saw its true appearance - it was the Phoenix Fawkes.

The glittering phoenix is ​​waving sparks from its feathers.

Amidst the cries of grief, he fell on the stone tablet, with his head lowered and his eyes closed, as if he was crying silently.

The flames in the sky then vanished, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Such a magical scene made everyone understand in their hearts.

An old era has ended.

A new era is quietly opening.