After returning from the disaster in England, and after thinking about it for so long, Hermione had probably really figured it out.
She is no longer obsessed with the relationship that she has been obsessed with for a long time, nor is she obsessed with the figure from behind that she can never catch up with. Therefore, she was even able to regard the funeral in which "him" was the protagonist as normal, allowing her eyes to easily cross the towering mountains and look towards the more distant scenery.
"I seemed to suddenly begin to understand why 'he' would do such inexplicable things."
Ron looked at Hermione's calm and capable side face, and forgot to eat the remaining half of the pie in his hand. He just had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he seemed to be aware of it, but he was still a little confused and said this to Neville beside him.
"What?" Neville asked subconsciously, not hearing his murmur clearly.
Ron was also startled, then shook his head.
"No, it's nothing... Maybe I'm overthinking it! After all..."
His words became softer and softer, and in the end even he couldn't tell what he was mumbling. Only during the period of confusion, the occasional slight pain at the connection between the thigh and the alchemical prosthetic limb vaguely reminded me that certain facts had actually happened.
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The funeral in honor of the hero will be held today.
This news has spread all of a sudden with the arrival of the early morning in this port camp - all the wizards in the Federation who follow Maxim are very conscientious and know that this event is of great significance to their president. Under the circumstances, this work was done quite efficiently by them.
Although the advance date of the funeral could not avoid a slight sense of haste, with the full preparation of the joint staff headed by Mrs. Maxim, the solemn atmosphere that a funeral ceremony should have was still successfully created inside and outside the camp.
It seems that even the heaven and earth have been infected by this atmosphere. Today's weather seems a bit gloomy.
Since early in the morning, there have been many more Muggles outside the camp. Under the watchful eyes of many wizards and mourners, they were busy fiddling with various instruments that the wizards could not understand, preparing for the next live broadcast.
However, even though these staff members were selected after many rounds of screening, when faced with the "rumored" wizards not far away, they still couldn't help but cast curious glances from time to time - yes, just As were the wizards who were watching their own.
Fortunately, no matter what, the current work is the priority. People like them who can be chosen to work here know what they are doing better than anyone else.
"Unit No. 1 is in place!"
"The communication signal is confirmed, the main station studio is confirmed, and the branch line delay is confirmed."
"Adjust it again to ensure the live broadcast effect!"
"Adjust it again and receive it!"
Time was a little tight, and they didn't have the energy to look around any longer, and soon they were completely devoted to the layout of the scene.
Compared with the mourning guests who seemed to have nothing to do, they were undoubtedly more responsible - just a group of wizards. After seeing a lot of horrifying information coming from the lost frontier, they were just a few strangely dressed people. People, it’s no longer enough to make them fuss.
Not long after, the mourners, who had been watching with curiosity for a while, returned to the camp under the guidance of the federation staff in the camp and began to eat in a hurry.
At this time, Maxim would naturally not ask anyone to prepare a sumptuous breakfast, and her own dining process was just as casual as she had been doing in private during this period.
She nibbled a few mouthfuls of dry food along with the cold tea. She walked to the tent door with the remaining black tea, looked up at the white sky, and frowned slightly.
"Although it fits the tone of today, but... cloudy weather is not a very pleasant weather after all! Especially now, it always reminds people of something..."
"But madam, I remember that Maka seems to like cloudy days."
At this moment Fleur happened to be standing outside Maxim's tent. Or, in fact, it can't be said to be a "just coincidence", because she temporarily served as the representative of Maka's living relatives and friends in the upcoming funeral today.
It may be a bit strange to say that, because the relationship between Fleur and Maka does not seem to be very close. Among the people in the camp currently, she should not come forward no matter what.
But Maxim still allowed her to attend in this capacity.
After all, in the eyes of most outsiders who will witness this funeral today, Maka's interpersonal relationships are obviously unclear. Since no one raised any objections and no one took the initiative to ask for help, that was how it was done.
"Really?" Maxim was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "McLean's preference...? So, it's a good thing that it's cloudy today."
After leaving these words, Maxim immediately turned back and entered the tent again. Just at the moment when the profile of his face was about to disappear into the shadow, Furong turned around and saw a rare trace of sadness in the other person's eyes.
Maxim has also known Maka for a long time, and now, under the influence of circumstances and his own obsession, he is about to host a funeral for an old acquaintance who is much younger than himself. Even the current "President" ”, while persisting, it is probably inevitable that you will sigh.
Even though Madame Maxime was too tall, Fleur, who could only look up at her from a close distance, didn't know whether the picture she saw at that moment was just an illusion.
And just after Furong paused and meditated for a period of time, the tent in front of her was busy, and then became quiet again. More and more people gathered in the open space in front of the tent...
The funeral ceremony is finally about to begin.
"Bill?" Seeing her lover walking through the crowd and coming to her side, Fleur also took the initiative to lean over and asked in a low voice, "Have Hermione and the others come over too?"
"Not yet," Bill shook his head, "Maybe he will go directly to the ceremony in front of the camp!"
"Are they all here?" Fleur subconsciously asked again, "Ah! Are you going to pick up Harry from the ship?"
Ever since she met Hermione and the others yesterday, she had noticed some signs. Although no one said it clearly, she could feel that none of the friends seemed to be very enthusiastic about the funeral.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Bill shook his head again.
"Something must have happened... We'll see then! To be honest, I don't know - Ginny and Ron didn't say anything to me until they separated just now."
Just as the two were talking softly, Maxim's tall figure finally reappeared at the entrance of the tent. Only then did Furong realize that the other party had already changed into a black mourning uniform, meticulous and majestic.
"Everyone, let's get started!"