There were thick leaden gray clouds overhead, gloomy and gloomy, and the withered and yellow hillsides in front of my eyes looked desolate. It's obviously late spring and early summer, and the gusts of wind are blowing in the face, but it still makes people want to shrink their necks.
Under such circumstances, Percy's funeral was naturally even more sad.
"... This is the passing of an ordinary person who fought on the front line to resist disaster. With his strength, he could have stayed behind to protect himself - just like most people do now! But he No."
"Percy Weasley has led by example and demonstrated to many people how as an ordinary wizard, he can use his talents to contribute to ending this disaster as soon as possible."
"Because of his presence, Weymouth Camp, as the front line of resistance, was able to survive multiple enemy attacks; because of his presence, frontline personnel could be deployed smoothly and in a timely manner to maintain normal collaboration; because of his presence, , the will to resist the alliance has been fully reflected... "
Blois still gave the eulogy - as the current head of a large family, it was not difficult to make up some decent words casually. What's more, he still knows the situation in Weymouth quite well, and he won't make any big mistakes even if he is a current editor.
However, when these words that were used to praise Percy's actions came out of Blois's mouth, most of the others could not feel anything, but the more he said them, the more he felt a little blocked in his heart.
"...Now, this hard-working ordinary person is asleep, and he sleeps peacefully and peacefully. Not long ago, he was worried and busy day and night in Weymouth, but now, he can finally sleep with no one It disturbed my good sleep."
Finally, Mr. Blois waved his hand towards Harry and the others and said:
"Well, Percy Weasley, let's wish him a peaceful sleep and sweet dreams."
As soon as they finished speaking, Harry and Ron immediately began to fill the pit with soil, and soon they turned the pit back into flat ground. Only the tombstone with Percy's name and date of birth and death engraved on it still tells everyone who comes here that there is an ordinary brave man buried under this land, and a less dazzling legend of life and death. .
After a moment of silence, everyone stared at the tombstone and pondered for a few minutes, and then one after another they returned to the Burrow. In the end, even Ginny was taken away with Harry's arm around his shoulders, but there were still a few sparse figures standing in front of the new grave, not moving.
One of them is Mr. Blois.
Perhaps the speech just now had a big impact on him, so that a certain aftertaste lingering in his mind could not dissipate for a long time.
What should I say? Are you sorry
No, it shouldn't be, because he never regretted his choice from beginning to end. Between an unfamiliar boy and his own daughter, he would definitely choose his daughter, and there would be no exceptions to this.
So, is it a pity
No, it shouldn't be - to be honest, at least at that time Blois did feel that even if the Weymouth camp was really wiped out, he would not feel very sad. Call it heartless or ruthless, but Blois actually doesn't have that much kindness.
But... what's going on with this vague feeling of stuffiness in my heart now
"Mr. Blois, why don't you go back? You can go and rest for a while, because nowadays, no one knows when there will be new dangers. If a strong enemy attacks, we have to rely on you and Geofer Miss Yin and the others are here to help!”
It was Ron who was speaking now.
After hearing his voice, Blois came back to his senses and looked around, only to realize that Delphi and Sarah, who had also stopped in front of the tomb for a while like him, seemed to have returned to the house at this moment. went.
"Mr. Weasley."
Blois paused for a moment and couldn't help but said:
"Actually, at the time—"
However, as soon as he started, he hesitated and stopped. When Ron saw this, he couldn't help looking at him with some doubts, but he still said politely:
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing."
Blois finally shook his head, then turned around and simply walked towards the Burrow first.
…
It can be said that Harry and the others completed this step of retaking the Burrow and completing Percy's funeral relatively smoothly. However, if they really want to capture the entire Devon County, just these few of them will obviously not be enough.
Regarding the number of living corpses, even in a remote location where the density is far less high than near Winchester, it is still at the level of an entire "county"! Let alone them, even if Maka is asked to come in person, it is not something that can be done in a short time.
And when we think about it again, there are now traces of living corpses throughout the UK, and there are even demons that have suddenly descended on them recently, everyone's psychology becomes even more heavy.
At this moment, a rather large map was spread out on the dining table on the first floor of the Burrow. Hermione used her wand instead of her fingers and lightly swiped at the map a few times. Then he clicked on the location of the Burrow.
"Regardless of what we should do next, at least the protection here at the Burrow must be fully prepared - if it is broken through by living corpses like Weymouth Camp, then everything we have done will be meaningless. "She said, "And if we want to completely retake Devon County... cleaning up this huge number of living corpses will definitely be a big problem we have to face."
That's right, and this is not just a problem in Devon, but a fundamental problem that the Rebel Alliance needs to face across the entire UK.
The problem is that these living corpses are actually innocent people who failed to escape and were ruthlessly devoured by this disaster.
At this point, Hermione took back her wand, sat back on the chair and said:
"Besides... I think we should also contact Bill. We need to tell everyone that Percy has been buried."
Hearing her say this, Ginny and Ron both nodded immediately - Bill and Charlie were not allowed to come over previously, mainly for safety reasons. Today's Britain is too dangerous for them. But even if we can't let them come over yet, at least we should tell them about the situation here first.
"I'll write a letter soon, and then..."
Before Ginny finished speaking, Neville, who was not far away, raised his hand and gestured:
"I'll ask the patron saint to send it! It's not too far from Weymouth, so it should be fine. Besides, it's safer and safer this way."
When Ginny heard this, she immediately nodded and said:
"Thanks, Neville."