[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

The day before the funeral, Madame Maxime came to the castle and threw herself into Hagrid's arms.After the news of Albus' death spread, some of the students had left, and Hogsmeade was full of wizards, who had come to say their final goodbyes to Albus.

Harry's mood was very bad, he seemed to have grown up overnight, and he was no longer as easily angry as before.

Now he has gradually accepted the reality. A while ago he couldn't believe that Albus was really dead. I heard him and Hermione Ron muttering that he didn't see Albus in the picture frame in the principal's office. The figure of Si, which made me sweat coldly behind my back.But Hermione convinced him: "He has more than one portrait, doesn't he, the headmaster of the Black family will walk around in two portraits, he may have gone to look elsewhere."

He was powerless to refute, but murmured to himself what would Albus put heavier than Hogwarts?

I tensed as I passed them, but thankfully they dropped the subject.

But recently Albus appeared in the portrait. I don't know how he did it. Maybe it's the same reason as the photo?

Harry later told us that the Horcruxes that were taken out of Albus were fake, which makes me thankful that we were careful enough to switch without leaving anything behind.

He handed us the note, which read:

"To the Dark Lord

I'll be dead before you read this but I want you to know that I found out your secret.I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.I am willing to die in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

RAB"

"RAB?" Aurora looked a little unbelievable, holding the note and looking at it repeatedly.

"What's the matter? Do you recognize it?" Harry regained his energy.

"I think... maybe your godfather is more familiar..." She put down the note in a panic, "Reculus Arcturus Black, Sirius' younger brother, he said he was a Death Eater The one..." She stood up and dragged Harry away, probably to find Sirius.

The funeral was to take place the next day, and the Hogwarts Express would leave an hour after the funeral.The atmosphere in the auditorium was very depressing.Everyone was in dress robes, and no one seemed to have much appetite.Great-aunt left the throne-like seat in the middle of the staff table empty.Hagrid's chair was empty, too.Rufus Scrimgeour was sitting in Professor Snape's seat, looking very eye-catching.

Among Scrimgeour's entourage I spotted Percy wearing horn-rimmed glasses.Ron didn't give a hint that he knew Percy was coming, he just sliced ​​his smoked fish extra hard.Ginny obviously didn't bother to say anything.

The aunt stood up, and the mournful murmur in the auditorium immediately died down. "It's almost time," she said. "Follow your Headmaster to the field, please. The Gryffindors will follow me." They came out behind the benches in a single file, barely making a sound.

Professor Slughorn stood at the head of the Slytherin procession, wearing rich emerald green robes embroidered with silver thread.Pomona, from her work with herbs, had seldom been so tidy and clean, not a single patch on her hat.When they reached the foyer, they found Mrs. Pince standing beside Filch, wearing a thick black veil that fell to her knees. Filch was wearing an old-fashioned suit and tie, exuding It smelled of mothballs.

We were walking towards the lake, the sun warming our faces, to an area lined with hundreds of chairs.There was an aisle between the chairs, and in front of it stood a marble table, towards which all the chairs were directed.It is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

Half the chairs were already occupied by people of all kinds: the ragged and the neat, the old and the young.I met the members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley, Moody, Tonks--her hair miraculously turned bright pink again, Remus--Tonks held hands with him, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, with Fleur supporting Bill, followed by Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets.

Cornelius Fudge walked past them toward the front seat, scowling, twirling his cuckold hat as usual.Rita Skeeter was clutching a notebook in her red clawed hands.Then I met Dolores Umbridge again, and I got really pissed off.

Umbridge wore a sad expression on his toad face, and a black velvet butterfly was crowned in his iron-brown curls.When she saw Firenze the Centaur standing like a sentinel by the lake, she was frightened and hurried to a seat far away.

How dare she appear here?She wasn't taken to Azkaban?But I don't want to make her unhappy at this moment. There are other things that are more important.

Then I heard the music, it was like fairy music from another world, and I turned to look for it, and I saw them, in the clear green water of the sunlit lake, just a few inches below the surface, one by one A chorus of mermaids sang in a strange, unintelligible language, their pale faces rippling and purple hair floating about them, plainly speaking of grief and despair.Even they would be sad that Albus was gone.

Hagrid was walking slowly along the aisle between the seats.He was weeping silently, with tears glistening on his face, and in his arms was the "remain" of Albus, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars, it was certainly not the Death Eater, he was not worthy The mourning of so many, I switched him at midnight yesterday, and when he is buried, the body will be a woolen sock for Albus - no one will disturb the sleep of such an old man, not even Voldemort, Even if it was from his false mercy.

We didn't take Albus's wand back, even if we wanted to.It should have been delivered to Voldemort by now, failure to do so would have cast doubt on the authenticity of Albus' death.

When Voldemort had achieved his purpose, he was not stingy with giving his teacher some sanctimonious respect.

Suddenly, several people screamed.Blazing white flames shot out from around Albus's body and the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes: for a moment it seemed like a phoenix soaring into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and there appeared a white marble tomb, throwing Ah Busi's body and the table where the body was placed were all wrapped inside.

Wouldn't this be unlucky?Think of it as praying for you, Albus, since he should be staying with Mr. Gellert right now...

After the funeral, acquaintances got together to chat, George and Fred were also surrounded by some people, who seemed to be discussing their business, Aurora was holding Sirius aside and muttering something, I heard Regulus Sirius doesn't look too good with his name.

I turned and walked towards the lake, trying to get some air.As a result, I ran into a trio who were plotting something.

"Even if school reopens, I won't be coming back," Harry said.Ron was a little surprised, but Hermione showed the expected helplessness.

After a long silence.

"We're going too, Harry," said Ron.

"what?"

"Go to your aunt's and uncle's," said Ron, "and we'll stay with you wherever you go."

"No—" Harry said quickly.He hadn't expected this, and he had wanted them to understand that he was going on this difficult journey alone.

"You told us once," said Hermione softly, "that if we wanted to back off we'd have time to think about it. We've had time to think about it, haven't we?"

"We're here for you no matter what," said Ron, "but, man, you've got to stop by my parents' house before we start doing other things, including Godric's Hollow." "Why?" ?" "Bill and Fleur's wedding, you forgot?" Harry looked at him in amazement.

"Yeah, it's something we shouldn't miss," he said finally.

"Maybe you need any help?" The three people who heard the voice turned their heads in surprise, and I looked at them under the tree with my pocket in my pocket, with a smile on my face.

"Evie..." Harry pondered for a while, but he refused me: "I think I have to do this, the three of us are enough, and now there are places that need you more than us."

"...well, but whenever you need our help, we're always there."

"Of course." Harry smiled, which was not so common these days.

The author has something to say:

The old bastard actually dug Lao Deng's grave.

But our old Deng is not in the grave, so let the old wand fall directly into old Fu's hands.