Sometimes a lot of things can happen overnight, such as the two nights when Maka went to the United States; but also overnight, sometimes nothing happens, and the dawn of dawn has been revealed quietly. Title page.
That night, almost no one knew that Harry and Ron had been here, and no one knew where Maka had taken them and what they had done.
The next morning, strong winds whipped up flying snow, covering the Hogwarts campus with layers of white frost, which was cold but clear.
Early that morning, Maka appeared in the auditorium as if nothing had happened and sat down calmly on the faculty bench.
Today is the day for the public funeral, and the atmosphere in the auditorium is quite depressing. Almost everyone is wearing dark or simply black gowns, solemn and solemn.
The same is naturally true for Maka - his wizard robe made of basilisk material has a faint green tint, but overall it is close to black, and it is also quite exquisite and thick in style. Wearing it on this occasion will not look out of place.
Today, Professor McGonagall is not sitting on the principal's seat as she was the other day. The throne-like seat in the center of the staff bench is empty to express respect and memory for the white wizard who once sat on it.
Snape was not here. He had left the British wizarding world for the United States since the students had gone on vacation. For him, taking Tia to trace his family was definitely more important than attending this "hypocritical" funeral.
As for Hagrid, he wasn't in his seat at the moment either - maybe he wasn't in the mood to come over for breakfast? Maka didn't know, but judging from Hagrid's feelings for Dumbledore, she could make a pretty good guess.
On the four long tables below, a large number of adult wizards replaced the young wizards, sitting slightly crowded. Whether it was real or pretended, at least they didn't seem to have much appetite. They just chatted in low voices and ate the breakfast on their plates.
In addition to Harry and Ron from yesterday, a few students also came. These students, including those who had stayed for Christmas, numbered around twenty or thirty.
Maka could tell Harry and the others not to come, but she couldn't communicate with all the students. Although it was during the holidays, it would be unnatural if no school students showed up at Dumbledore's funeral.
However, it is worth mentioning that Young Master Draco Malfoy, who is usually so low-key in front of him that he has no sense of presence, is the only one in Slytherin present today.
To be honest, although this young master has a bad heart, he is still just a student.
The reason why he came here was probably related to his father, Lucius Malfoy, and Maka had not seen him for a long time. He didn't know how many crimes he had committed under Voldemort's hands, so much so that his son had to run back to school on a day like this and forcefully stabbed Maka in front of her eyes.
The father and son Maka knew each other relatively well. If no one forced them, they would never want to get involved. How could Lucius, who had close contact with Maka and Voldemort, not understand the danger of being caught in the middle
Draco's appearance was undoubtedly a signal given by Voldemort. Of course he wasn't here to remind Maka that he was coming, and even if he was, it certainly wasn't the point. His behavior was intended to warn the "few smart people" present, and was a subtle deterrent.
And perhaps just by the way, Voldemort also wanted to use Draco to provoke Maka. If this is the case, then it is unknown what other means he may have to rely on this time.
In short, there will definitely be no peace today - many parties involved, including Maka, are becoming more and more certain.
Maka shook her head secretly, temporarily letting go of her thoughts. He picked up the knife and fork and ate his breakfast while maintaining a certain etiquette image, prioritizing filling his stomach.
Deep condolences cannot be used as food. Compassion for the living is more meaningful and valuable than pity for the dead - this is what Dumbledore said himself.
After a while, when most people put down their tableware, Professor McGonagall finally stood up. When she stopped, people who were still eating—such as Maka—put their knives and forks on their plates, wiped their mouths, and looked in her direction.
The hum of whispers in the auditorium quickly calmed down.
"It's almost time," McGlone said, "Dear guests, please follow our school professor and move to the field in front of the castle to wait for a while -"
Having said this, she turned her head and nodded slightly towards Maka. Maka also nodded, indicating that she understood.
Immediately, he stood up in the eyes of a large number of wizards, left his seat and walked to the side hall porch. Many people understood that Maka was the first to leave the table at this moment, obviously to bring out the body of Albus Dumbledore.
After he was no longer visible, everyone turned around again and prepared to start moving out of the auditorium. Minerva McGonagall and half of the other professors took the lead at the front, while the other half stood at the end waiting to make sure everyone was in place in the field outside.
Slughorn wore a gorgeous bright green robe with silver embroidery today. It was obvious that even a solemn funeral could not stop his flirtatious heart. He is not yet a professor, so he is walking out among the guests, but he looks really eye-catching.
But those who know him will understand that this fat old man is actually expressing his inner solemnity in his own way.
Next to him was Mr. Scamander, who had been living at Hogwarts for the past few days. Compared with Slughorn, this respected magizoologist is much simpler.
Beside the door of the auditorium, the gatekeeper Filch and the librarian Mrs. Pince were standing there.
Filch was wearing an old-fashioned gray suit today, with a tie that was so tight that one might wonder if it would strangle him, and his whole body exuded a strange smell of mothballs. Mrs. Pince was wearing a thick and long black mask, and the lower edge of the mask even hung down to her knees.
I have to say that these two people have a different kind of match when they stand together.
Gradually, everyone poured out of the auditorium in an orderly manner. After Filch and Mrs. Pince followed at the end, the remaining professors also walked out the door.
Headmaster Sprout of Hufflepuff, who usually never cares about his appearance, rarely looked tidy today, with not even a patch on his wizard robes and hat.
Today is a day that no one will treat lightly.
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At the same time, Maka was walking slowly to the fourth floor of the main castle.
He skillfully passed through the constantly changing staircases in Hogwarts, sometimes walking slower and sometimes catching up a few steps. He stepped in the right direction at the right time every time, and never wasted time to stop and wait. when.
Not long after, he walked along the corridor on the fourth floor and came to the deepest part, in front of the heavy wooden door that he missed quite a bit.
He had been here with Harry and the others during their first year at Hogwarts. At that time, there was a three-headed dog named Luwei chained behind this door. There were many levels behind it, as well as the magic stone hidden at the bottom.
And now, Dumbledore's body is parked there, using magic to properly maintain his appearance in life.
Maka took out her staff and tapped it lightly on the door knocker. As the light flashed on the door, the wooden door creaked open automatically, revealing a rather spacious but empty storage room.
He opened the trap door on the ground with a wave of his hand, and jumped into it.
Now all the levels inside are gone, leaving only a few rooms and a wide passage. After traveling smoothly, he stopped in the last large room and moved his gaze to the center of the room.
Dumbledore's body was rising and falling in a beam of light that enveloped his whole body. The strands of silver-white beard and hair were floating endlessly together with the silver-gray wizard robe on his body, as if he were in a spring composed of light particles.
It was this old man who changed his life with a piece of letter. In these few years, which may be long or short, he has given himself all kinds of favors, but he has also given himself a lot of trouble. If you ask Maka what kind of feelings she has for him, I'm afraid it's more thanks.
Will I see his old face again after today
"Professor, please!"
Maka said casually, but she was amused by herself.
No longer thinking about it, he reached out his staff and waved it with his backhand, and Dumbledore's body immediately escaped from the light beam and slid out of the door lightly.
When Maka returned to the foyer along the same path, he did not go to the auditorium, but left directly through the castle gate.
The wind and snow outside are still very heavy, and there is snow everywhere. Maka turned aside after exiting the gate, controlling Dumbledore's body and heading towards the south side of the castle.
Today's funeral site is on the lakeside in the south, and that will also be where Dumbledore is buried.
There is no precedent for setting up a grave within the Hogwarts campus since ancient times. There is no doubt that Dumbledore is the only one who can sleep in this land without opposition.
After Maka walked forward for a moment along the path that had long been buried in the snow, leaving only a large number of footprints, he saw a large group of people standing solemnly and quietly by the lake in the distance.
Even though it was windy and snowy, none of them expressed dissatisfaction. Instead, they all stared at the body floating in front of Maka.
Countless snowflakes quietly slid to both sides when they reached the body, and not a single one was stained on it.