Dumbledore's memorial service began early on the morning of the second day after his death, and was arranged to be held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
The atmosphere in the entire auditorium was very depressing.
Everyone in the auditorium was dressed in black dress robes, and at breakfast, no one seemed to have much appetite.
Professor McGonagall had left the throne-like seat in the middle of the staff table empty, in memory of Dumbledore.
But now there are still people sitting there.
It is said that it was strongly requested by the Minister of Magic.
Dolores Umbridge, she loves to do things that assert her identity any time she does.
Now that attempts to suppress the news have been ineffective, she has no choice but to come to this memorial service.
The temporary impact has not yet begun to ferment. The public only knows that Dumbledore passed away suddenly, and the reason is still unknown. This gave her a chance to recover. She has urgently contacted the "Daily Prophet", hoping to get some help.
And until now, she still shamelessly wanted to say something as a special guest, but no one paid any attention to her.
Beside her was Percy Weasley, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He was courting Umbridge for something.
Barty Crouch is down, he can't just hang himself from a tree.
On the long dining table in front of everyone, there were some dried salted fish, a plate of mashed potatoes and a few pieces of bread, but Umbridge was not very interested in these foods, so he picked them up with a silver knife and fork in disgust, and then With a "snap", it was thrown on the table.
In addition, many other employees of the Ministry of Magic also came.
Hagrid was wearing a suit that obviously didn't fit his figure and was about to be torn by himself, and a black tie, and sat at the end of the long table.
He occupies two places by himself,
This is a memorial service for employees of the Ministry of Magic.
On his left is Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons, also occupying two seats.
Come here as the principal of one of the three major magic schools in Europe.
If it turned out that with Hagrid's obsession with the latter, he must have started to strike up a conversation again, but now this tall man is sitting upright, his big face is very stiff, and the eye sockets near the beard are full of dark circles, and the eye sockets are full of dark circles. redness.
Probably didn't fall asleep at night.
There is still a mountain of moist soft tissues in front of me now.
The gorgeous necklace on Mrs. Maxim's neck was removed, and a thin black veil was worn on her big oval face to show her solemnity.
As for the principal of Durmstrang, although he has already entered the grave, the school also sent a corresponding representative to attend Dumbledore's funeral.
Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt sat nearby.
Tonks sat next to Lupine, the former with a miraculous pink hair, and the latter with a haggard look and sunken eyes, looking extremely tired.
The current situation seems to be a bit of a "dove occupying the magpie's nest". The staff table in the auditorium is almost full of people from the Ministry of Magic.
As for Hogwarts main school, all the teaching staff also came.
Ms. Sprout, the usual scruffy herbal professor, was neatly dressed, with not a single patch on her hat.
At this time, Mad-Eye Moody put on a pair of extremely wide glasses that looked like sunglasses, covering his ferocious blue magic eye.
Snape was still wearing his pure black robe, and his long greasy black hair seemed to have been specially washed once, so that it was no longer shiny because of the oil.
Filch, the janitor, found an old-fashioned suit from somewhere. It was probably the most formal attire he could find. He was still wearing a tie and smelled like mothballs.
Mrs. Pince stood beside Filch, wearing a thick black veil that fell to her knees.
Madam Pomfrey stood with them in a plain sweater.
The guest seat in the auditorium was empty, and no one stood on it.
There was only a pure white quaint coffin, inside which were placed two pieces of clothing that Dumbledore was used to wearing—purple and green robes embroidered with patterns of stars and moons were neatly stacked.
Other than that, nothing else.
There is a tradition in the British wizarding world, that is, after a wizard dies, as long as the owner is willing, the wand will be buried with the dead owner in the grave.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some wizards regard their wands as family heirlooms and leave them to future generations.
Most wizards will only have one magic wand in their lifetime. It can be said that the great achievements of most wizards are achieved by the magic wand in their hands. That is the bearer and symbol of his life's glory
But even the people of Hogwarts couldn't be satisfied with this.
Voldemort took the Elder Wand from Dumbledore.
And the first wand he owned is now missing and cannot be used as a funeral object.
At this time, the auditorium was also full of people.
Because there were no extra seats in the auditorium, many people came to the memorial service spontaneously.
There were all kinds of people: some ragged, some neat, some old, some young.
Most never show up at Hogwarts.
All because of Dumbledore's death.
A little more familiar is the thick-haired double bass player in the singing group of the Weird Sisters. They once played a beautiful movement in the Goblet of Fire dance.
Ern Pulan, the driver of the knight bus, Mrs. Malkin in the robe store in Diagon Alley, the waiter in the Pig's Head Bar, the witch pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express, are involved in almost all walks of life.
Regardless of high or low.
Even parts of the castle were haunted by ghosts, barely visible in the sunlight, recognizable only as they walked, with unreal gleams in the bright air.
At this time, a tall man wearing a striped cloak squeezed in from outside, and many people noticed him.
At this time, a small man with thick hair and wearing a plain black robe stood up from his seat, stood in front of the coffin without corpses and began to chatter.
In the end, Dumbledore still ended up as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and everyone only recognized this identity.
"He has cultivated many excellent talents for Hogwarts, which embodies his noble spirit"... "Academic maturity"... "Great heart"... These words float to everyone's ears, but they don't mean much. None of this has much to do with the Dumbledore the students and teachers knew.
In their eyes, the principal was not that serious.
"It's all fart." The tall man squeezed to the front, raised his voice, and roared loudly.