"... Albus Dumbledore's life was a great life." After some impassioned chants, the little man finally finished his eulogy and walked off the stage.
At the end of the funeral, the coffin without the body will be moved to the empty space outside the auditorium.
No need to build a grave for him, just sprinkle his ashes on the Black Lake.
This is Dumbledore's will, but when McGonagall was making the will, he must have never imagined that there would be no bones left after his death.
Fox stood in front of the coffin and sang, and the phoenix was singing a moving and mournful dirge in a way no one had ever heard before, as if the sadness in everyone's mind had materialized and echoed in the campus and the windows of the castle .
Then it suddenly stopped its singing, spread its wings, and began to circle around the coffin. The golden-red tail feathers left dazzling trails in mid-air, and the faint red sparks touched the white coffin, and then After being ignited, bit by bit, bit by bit, it ate away at the wood with its delicate fragrance, and eventually sparks started a prairie fire, and the entire coffin ignited a huge flame, swaying with the wind.
In the light of the fire, whether it was an illusion or not, everyone could vaguely see the old man's kindly smiling face and hear his earnest teachings.
"Idiot, sneeze, scum, screw!"
Harry's emerald green eyes reflected the wonderful firelight, but he couldn't help but think of the way he saw Dumbledore at the first-year entrance dinner, very kindly, and at the end he said something stupid Mindless words.
At that time, he inexplicably felt that the old man whose nose had been broken twice was trustworthy.
But I couldn't help him escape death.
The emotion of self-blame surged from his heart again.
The burning materials were used up, the thick flames gradually extinguished, and as the last ray of scorching flame subsided, a gust of breeze blew by, and the embers first rose up like a spiral, and then were blown towards the lake, turning into a Wisps of pale golden smoke shone brightly under the sunlight.
And Fox, at some point, hid his figure in this group of golden mist.
After losing its owner, the phoenix left at some point.
But the singing seems to have been cast by magic, and it still surrounds the surroundings, and the lingering sound is endless.
For some unknown reason, the murloc tribe and the centaur tribe that had been friends with Dumbledore did not attend the funeral from the beginning to the end, and did not even send representatives.
The funeral was over. Coincidentally, it started to rain lightly, foggy and rainy, which added a sad atmosphere to the whole campus.
After the funeral, some dignitaries such as Umbridge and some people from other schools left here first, and the students also began to disband.
"Potter, Granger, and Weasley, wait a minute, I have something to inform you."
At this time, Professor McGonagall stopped them and left the three of them behind. Holding a black umbrella, he said with a serious expression:
"According to Professor Dumbledore's will, you will inherit part of his estate." Professor McGonagall nodded, and the tall black pointed hat on his head shook accordingly.
"A will? Professor, he knew he would?..." Ron widened his eyes in inexplicable surprise,
"Even if there is no mysterious person, just the fight with Grindelwald, accidents may happen and a will will be left. This is normal, but it's just a pity..."
As if knowing Ron's doubts, Professor McGonagall explained, then sighed, and did not finish the next sentence.
"Just the three of us?" Hermione asked.
"I'm afraid so." Professor McGonagall closed his eyelids and nodded heavily.
"The password for the office is apple pie. Dumbledore told me that if he had an accident, you should go to his office, and you will naturally know what he left for you."
The office of the new principal, Thickness, was newly opened on the seventh floor. Dumbledore's office is still the same as when he was in office.
No one ever went in.
The three of them said goodbye to Professor McGonagall, and a group of them walked quickly to the castle and Dumbledore's office on the soft and soft lawn.
At this time, the number of people in the castle gradually increased.
"Help me! (Woooo!)" At this time, a strange, black armor was making creaking noises in the corridor on the second floor, as if dragging on the ground.
Myrtle, who was trapped in the steel armor, shouted, but the steel throat was stuck, but only the sound of ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping.
The three walked in the dark corridor, Hermione was at the front, but her expression was a little dazed, her usual flexible mind was like a part lacking lubricating oil, the old man's death dealt a huge blow to her.
But she still forced herself to come back to her senses, accept this reality, and let herself return to her normal state as much as possible.
As she walked, she wondered what relic Dumbledore would leave them.
Will there be a strategy against Voldemort
She was very focused on this, and walked towards Dumbledore's office completely subconsciously, not paying much attention to the two people behind her.
However, the two boys following behind were thrown off by a certain distance.
Just when Ron and Harry were about to quicken their pace to follow.
The former stopped his steps.
"Harry, did you hear something?" Ron shook his head quickly, his eyes looked around a few times, and his short fiery red hair flicked.
"There seems to be some noise." Harry nodded and replied, looking around a few times.
"The sound seems to be coming from behind." He judged.
"Where's Hermione?" The two of them looked at each other at this moment, only to realize that Hermione seemed to be walking much faster than them, leaving them behind.
The message for help was not delivered to
Myrtle was imprisoned in the armor, and even her voice became reckless, and she couldn't make out what she was saying.
It's just that she didn't hear it, which doesn't mean it didn't have any influence. The suit of armor moved faster and faster, the helmet rattled, and a huge black figure appeared at the end of the aisle, stumbling towards the two of them.
"Harry? Look, what is that? Ron turned his head and looked over, pointing to the armor that was advancing at a high speed, walking staggeringly, rampaging, knocking over many other sculptures around.
By this time his voice was loud enough to sound alarming.
"Oh my God! He's still rushing towards us!" Ron realized that the armor was not far away from them.
"There are many obstacles!"
"There are many obstacles!"
The two took out their wands one after another and cast a spell on the black iron armor that shone with metallic luster.
But the force of inertia was too strong, not to mention that Myrtle was locked in the darkness and lost her mind, even though she was hindered by two impediment spells, her strength was not weakened.
The black armor slammed the two of them into a classroom with just a slant of their bodies, trampling and bumping like a wild horse, and instantly smashed the rows of desks to pieces.
At this time, Hermione had already gone to a higher floor, and she didn't notice that the two partners had fallen behind.