Chapter 476

A lot of things can happen overnight, such as the two nights when Maka went to the United States; And the same night, sometimes nothing will happen, quietly opened the title page of the dawn.

That night, almost everyone didn't happen. Harry and Ron had been here, and no one knew where Marca took them and what she did.

The next morning, the strong wind gathered the snow all over the sky, and covered the inside and outside of Hogwarts campus with layers of frost white, cold but clear.

Early that morning, Maka appeared in the auditorium as if nothing had happened and calmly sat down on the teaching bench.

Today is the day of public funeral. The atmosphere in the auditorium is quite depressed. Almost everyone wore dark or simply black gowns and robes, solemn and solemn.

Maka is naturally the same - although his wizard robe made of snake monster materials is faintly green, it is also close to black in general, and its style is also quite exquisite and thick. It doesn't look abrupt on such an occasion.

Today, Professor McGonagall is not sitting on the headmaster's seat as he did a few days ago. The throne like seat in the middle of the teaching staff seat is empty to express his respect and memory for the white wizard who once sat on it.

Snape is not here. He has left the British magic world for the United States since the students' holiday. For him, taking TIA to trace his family must be much more important than attending this "hypocritical" funeral.

As for Hagrid, he's not in his seat at the moment - probably not in the mood to come over for breakfast? Marca doesn't know, but judging from Hagrid's feelings for Dumbledore, she can guess more or less.

On the four long tables below, a large number of adult wizards took the place of little wizards and sat slightly crowded. Whether it's real or fake, at least they don't seem to have any appetite. They just talk in a low voice and eat breakfast on their plate.

In addition to Harry and Ron yesterday, a few students also came. These students, in addition to those who had stayed at Christmas, also had twenty or thirty people.

Marca can tell Harry they don't come, but she can't communicate with all the students. Although it is a holiday, it would be unnatural if Dumbledore's funeral did not show up at all.

However, it is worth mentioning that young master Draco Malfoy, who is low-key enough to have no sense of existence in front of him, is the only one present in Slytherin today.

To be honest, although the young master is not very kind-hearted, he is just a student anyway.

Most of the reason why he came here was related to his father Lucius Malfoy, and Marca had not seen him for a long time. I don't know how many crimes he had committed under the hand of the devil, so that his son had to run back to school on such days and force himself into Maka's eyes.

The father and son Maka still know better. If no one forced them, they would never want to get involved. Lucius, who has been in close contact with Marca and Voldemort, doesn't understand the danger of being caught in the middle?

The emergence of Draco is undoubtedly a signal given by Voldemort. Of course, he didn't want to remind Marca that he was coming. Even if he did, it must not be the point. His behavior is intended to warn those "a few smart people" present, which is a hidden deterrent.

And perhaps just by the way, Voldemort also wanted to use Draco to provoke Maka. If so, he may have other dependencies this time.

In short, it will never be peaceful today - many parties, including Maka, are more and more determined.

Maka shook her head secretly and put her mind down for the time being. Holding a knife and fork, he gulped down his breakfast while maintaining a certain etiquette image, giving priority to filling his stomach.

Deep mourning cannot be used as food. Compassion for the living is more meaningful and valuable than compassion for the dead - Dumbledore himself said.

After a while, when most people put down the tableware, Professor McGonagall finally stood up. At her stop, people who were still eating, such as Maka, put their knives and forks on the plate, wiped their mouths and looked at her.

The hum of whispers in the auditorium soon calmed down.

"It's almost time," McGonagall said. "Please follow our professor and move to the field in front of the castle. Wait a moment -"

At this point, she turned her head and nodded slightly to Maka. Maka also nodded to show that she knew.

Immediately, he also got up in the eyes of a large number of wizards, left his seat first and walked to the side hall porch. Many people know that Marca took the lead in leaving the table at this time, apparently to invite out the body of Albus Dumbledore.

Until we couldn't see him, everyone looked back and was ready to start moving outside the auditorium. Half of Mileva McGonagall and the other professors took the lead, while the other half stood at the end and waited to ensure that everyone went to the outside field to take their place.

Slughorn wore a gorgeous bright green robe with silver silk embroidery and hook. It was obvious that even a solemn funeral could not stop his fussy heart. Now he's not a professor, so now he's walking out with the guests, but he looks really eye-catching.

But people who know him will understand that the fat old man is actually expressing his inner solemnity in his own way.

Next to him was old Mr. scarmand, who had lived in Hogwarts a few days ago. Compared with Slughorn, this respected magical zoologist is too simple.

Near the auditorium gate, gatekeeper filch and librarian Mrs. pince stood there.

Filch was wearing an old-fashioned gray suit today. His tie was so tight that people doubted whether he would strangle himself. He smelled of camphor balls all over his body. Mrs. pince wore a thick, long black mask, the lower edge of which even fell to her knees.

It has to be said that there is an alternative match between the two people standing together.

Gradually, everyone poured out of the auditorium quite orderly. After Mrs. filch peace followed out at the end, the last professors also walked out the door.

President spruot, who usually doesn't care whether his appearance is neat or not, has rarely cleaned himself up today. There is not even a patch on the wizard's robe and hat.

Today is a day that no one will treat lightly.

……

At the same time, Maka was walking slowly to the fourth floor of the main castle.

He skillfully passed the stairs that constantly changed directions in Hogwarts. Sometimes he walked slowly and sometimes he caught up with a few steps. Each time he could set foot in the right direction in time. He never wasted time stopping and waiting.

Before long, he walked along the corridor on the fourth floor to the deepest place, in front of the heavy wooden door that he missed very much.

He had been here with Harry in his first year at Hogwarts. At that time, there were three dogs behind the door, Luwei, followed by many checkpoints and the magic stone hidden at the bottom.

Now, Dumbledore's body is parked there, properly maintaining his appearance with magic.

Maka took out the staff and gently touched the doorknob. With the light flashing on the door leaf, the wooden door opened automatically, revealing a spacious but empty storage room.

He opened the trap door on the ground with a wave and jumped into it.

At present, there are no checkpoints inside. There are only a few rooms and a wide thoroughfare. All the way, he stopped in the last big room and moved his sight to the center of the room.

Dumbledore's body floated up and down in a column of light covering his whole body. Strands of silver hair and silver gray wizard robe floated endlessly, just like being in a spring composed of light particles.

It was the old man who changed his life with a letter. In the past few years, he gave himself all kinds of benefits, but he also stuffed himself with a lot of trouble. If asked what kind of feelings Marca has for him, I'm afraid it's better to thank him more.

Will you see his old face again after today?

"Professor, please!"

Maka said something casually, but she was amused by herself.

No more remembrance, he reached out his staff and waved his backhand. Dumbledore's body immediately separated from the light column and slid out of the door.

When Maka returned to the hall, he did not go to the auditorium, but left directly from the gate of the castle.

The wind and snow outside is still very heavy, and there is snow everywhere. When Marca got out of the gate, she turned aside and controlled Dumbledore's body to the south of the castle.

Today's funeral is on the South Bank of the lake, and there will also be Dumbledore's burial place.

There has been no precedent for the establishment of graves in Hogwarts campus since ancient times. There is no doubt that only Dumbledore can sink and sleep in this land without objection.

After Maka walked along the path that had been buried by the snow and had only a large number of footprints, he saw a large solemn figure standing by the lake in the distance.

Even with the wind and snow, none of them expressed dissatisfaction, but all looked at the body floating in front of Maka.

Countless snowflakes slipped to both sides quietly over the body, and none of them was contaminated.