Chapter 675 The funeral is over
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Rui Chen 3499
After Professor McGonagall finished her eulogy, she bowed slightly to everyone in the auditorium, picked up a black rose from the flower pond next to her, and gently placed it into the coffin.
The black rose still kept floating and gently came to Dumbledore's chest.
Flitwick also stepped forward, without saying anything, just fished out a black rose from the flower pond, and put it in the coffin.
The Hogwarts faculty and staff came to the coffin one after another, and Hagrid was particularly emotional, teardrops the size of quail eggs fell.
The teardrop was so big that the black rose in the flower pond swayed from side to side, almost falling to the ground.
Kong Nuo turned sideways slightly, and asked in a low voice, "If he knows that you are still alive, principal... what will he say to you?"
Dumbledore replied: "Hagrid is a very kind child, probably...he would just hug me and cry, right?"
"I'm afraid I can hug you to the bones of your body?" Kong Nuo immediately teased.
"Ahem... there is indeed such a risk." Dumbledore seemed to recall the time when Hagrid first entered school.
"When Hagrid was a student, several classmates were admitted to the school hospital because of hugging..."
"Madame Pomfrey and I have complained several times, and in the end we can only make temporary regulations to let Hagrid control his emotions."
"It's so horrible!" Conno left a comment and walked to the faded "Dumbledore's body".
He couldn't help but think of a famous stalk: "It has been burned, turned into snow-white ashes..."
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At the end of the memorial service, the coffin was covered with layers of black roses, layer upon layer, like a mountain.
Professor McGonagall waved their wands together with the other three deans, and cast the Levitation Charm to lift the coffin outdoors.
Many chairs were also prepared outdoors, but no one sat down. Instead, they followed the coffin to the edge of the black lake.
The important actor Fox appeared again, hovering above the coffin, singing a mournful dirge loudly.
Many students who were following behind could no longer hold back any longer, and there were loud sounds of blowing their noses and sobbing.
Hagrid even took out a brand new tablecloth, and the sound of blowing his nose was as loud and sharp as thunder.
Everyone stood around the embankment of the lake, all eyes focused on the coffin on the bank of the black lake.
Several mermaids emerged from the water, and they worked together to push the coffin so that the coffin could float to the lake smoothly.
Apart from the mermaid, only the phoenix Fox was still accompanying it. It lowered its flight altitude and hovered very deftly at a distance of less than half a meter from the coffin.
Unknowingly, the mermaid has also disappeared at the bottom of the lake, and finally only the phoenix Fox followed the coffin to the center of the lake.
Phoenix Fox's tail feathers trembled slightly, and brilliant sparks fell one after another.
These sparks showed dazzling colorful colors, and when they touched the coffin, they slowly ignited the coffin.
Those floating black roses swayed gently, as if they were surrounded by a pleasant breeze rather than a searing fire.
The black rose was burned first, and what wafted out was not the smell of burning things, but a burst of fragrance.
Obviously, these black roses are not ordinary plants, but magical plants that only exist in the magical world, and may even be magical plants specially prepared for this funeral.
Unknowingly, a light rain began to fall above the Black Lake, and the whole Black Lake suddenly became foggy and hazy, giving it a dreamlike feeling.
The fragrance wafted on the bank of the Black Lake, and the coffin was completely ignited at this time, turning into an incomparably gorgeous white flame flower.
Many people wept again, and in the midst of tears, they saw a kind face rising from the center of the flame, Dumbledore's face...
"It's almost done." Dumbledore's tone was full of embarrassment, "Those black roses are specially bred, but the flame... will not appear in my vision."
"What's more, I'm not dead yet. If I do this...it will be really difficult to end when I show up in the future. So Kong Nuo, you should accept your supernatural powers!"
Kong Nuo lightly snapped his fingers, "Ahem... I just feel that the atmosphere is here. If I don't set it off, it seems that the funeral of 'the greatest wizard of our time' lacks some artistic conception."
Under the effect of snapping his fingers, the light rain gradually stopped, and his face, which was still hazy in the flames, completely disappeared.
The moment that face disappeared, the students standing in a circle around the bank of the Black Lake were the first to lose their hold, crying together.
"How about I recover again? You see, those children are so scared..." Kong Nuo asked tentatively.
Dumbledore sighed for a long time, shook his head as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Although the face disappeared, the white flame continued to burn, and even became more and more vigorous.
Little by little ashes floated into the air, absorbed the moisture in the air, and fell back into the black lake profusely, turning into pieces of colorful shiny powder.
These powders slowly dissolve in the black lake, which seems to be shrouded in a rainbow.
The funeral ended in such a sad atmosphere. Those outside the school left first, and the students supported each other as they walked towards Hogwarts Castle in twos and threes.
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"Dumbledore died like this?" Smith's voice was still a bit unbelievable, "We actually attended his funeral as a murderer?"
"Of course! Smithson!" Sato said calmly from the side, as if all this seemed so insignificant, "Dumbledore is indeed dead!"
"That phoenix has always followed Dumbledore, and now the phoenix has sung a dirge and has disappeared into the sky...I don't think it will ever come back!"
"Why are you so sure?" Smith frowned, "Our trip to the magical world of England encountered many, many accidents!"
Sato asked back: "Smith-san, have you ever thought about why the phoenix is rated as xxxx even though it is a gentle magical animal?"
There was a bit of impatience in Smith's voice, "Why? There are more thunderbirds in the country, and I haven't seen a few phoenixes."
"Because the phoenix is difficult to recognize its owner, it is judged as a magical animal that is difficult to tame." Sato explained.
"However, once the phoenix recognizes its master, it will become the most loyal magical animal. The disappearance of the phoenix now means that its master has disappeared."
"What a troublesome magical animal!" Smith had a disgusted expression on his face, "It has no development value at all!"
The black rose still kept floating and gently came to Dumbledore's chest.
Flitwick also stepped forward, without saying anything, just fished out a black rose from the flower pond, and put it in the coffin.
The Hogwarts faculty and staff came to the coffin one after another, and Hagrid was particularly emotional, teardrops the size of quail eggs fell.
The teardrop was so big that the black rose in the flower pond swayed from side to side, almost falling to the ground.
Kong Nuo turned sideways slightly, and asked in a low voice, "If he knows that you are still alive, principal... what will he say to you?"
Dumbledore replied: "Hagrid is a very kind child, probably...he would just hug me and cry, right?"
"I'm afraid I can hug you to the bones of your body?" Kong Nuo immediately teased.
"Ahem... there is indeed such a risk." Dumbledore seemed to recall the time when Hagrid first entered school.
"When Hagrid was a student, several classmates were admitted to the school hospital because of hugging..."
"Madame Pomfrey and I have complained several times, and in the end we can only make temporary regulations to let Hagrid control his emotions."
"It's so horrible!" Conno left a comment and walked to the faded "Dumbledore's body".
He couldn't help but think of a famous stalk: "It has been burned, turned into snow-white ashes..."
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At the end of the memorial service, the coffin was covered with layers of black roses, layer upon layer, like a mountain.
Professor McGonagall waved their wands together with the other three deans, and cast the Levitation Charm to lift the coffin outdoors.
Many chairs were also prepared outdoors, but no one sat down. Instead, they followed the coffin to the edge of the black lake.
The important actor Fox appeared again, hovering above the coffin, singing a mournful dirge loudly.
Many students who were following behind could no longer hold back any longer, and there were loud sounds of blowing their noses and sobbing.
Hagrid even took out a brand new tablecloth, and the sound of blowing his nose was as loud and sharp as thunder.
Everyone stood around the embankment of the lake, all eyes focused on the coffin on the bank of the black lake.
Several mermaids emerged from the water, and they worked together to push the coffin so that the coffin could float to the lake smoothly.
Apart from the mermaid, only the phoenix Fox was still accompanying it. It lowered its flight altitude and hovered very deftly at a distance of less than half a meter from the coffin.
Unknowingly, the mermaid has also disappeared at the bottom of the lake, and finally only the phoenix Fox followed the coffin to the center of the lake.
Phoenix Fox's tail feathers trembled slightly, and brilliant sparks fell one after another.
These sparks showed dazzling colorful colors, and when they touched the coffin, they slowly ignited the coffin.
Those floating black roses swayed gently, as if they were surrounded by a pleasant breeze rather than a searing fire.
The black rose was burned first, and what wafted out was not the smell of burning things, but a burst of fragrance.
Obviously, these black roses are not ordinary plants, but magical plants that only exist in the magical world, and may even be magical plants specially prepared for this funeral.
Unknowingly, a light rain began to fall above the Black Lake, and the whole Black Lake suddenly became foggy and hazy, giving it a dreamlike feeling.
The fragrance wafted on the bank of the Black Lake, and the coffin was completely ignited at this time, turning into an incomparably gorgeous white flame flower.
Many people wept again, and in the midst of tears, they saw a kind face rising from the center of the flame, Dumbledore's face...
"It's almost done." Dumbledore's tone was full of embarrassment, "Those black roses are specially bred, but the flame... will not appear in my vision."
"What's more, I'm not dead yet. If I do this...it will be really difficult to end when I show up in the future. So Kong Nuo, you should accept your supernatural powers!"
Kong Nuo lightly snapped his fingers, "Ahem... I just feel that the atmosphere is here. If I don't set it off, it seems that the funeral of 'the greatest wizard of our time' lacks some artistic conception."
Under the effect of snapping his fingers, the light rain gradually stopped, and his face, which was still hazy in the flames, completely disappeared.
The moment that face disappeared, the students standing in a circle around the bank of the Black Lake were the first to lose their hold, crying together.
"How about I recover again? You see, those children are so scared..." Kong Nuo asked tentatively.
Dumbledore sighed for a long time, shook his head as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Although the face disappeared, the white flame continued to burn, and even became more and more vigorous.
Little by little ashes floated into the air, absorbed the moisture in the air, and fell back into the black lake profusely, turning into pieces of colorful shiny powder.
These powders slowly dissolve in the black lake, which seems to be shrouded in a rainbow.
The funeral ended in such a sad atmosphere. Those outside the school left first, and the students supported each other as they walked towards Hogwarts Castle in twos and threes.
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"Dumbledore died like this?" Smith's voice was still a bit unbelievable, "We actually attended his funeral as a murderer?"
"Of course! Smithson!" Sato said calmly from the side, as if all this seemed so insignificant, "Dumbledore is indeed dead!"
"That phoenix has always followed Dumbledore, and now the phoenix has sung a dirge and has disappeared into the sky...I don't think it will ever come back!"
"Why are you so sure?" Smith frowned, "Our trip to the magical world of England encountered many, many accidents!"
Sato asked back: "Smith-san, have you ever thought about why the phoenix is rated as xxxx even though it is a gentle magical animal?"
There was a bit of impatience in Smith's voice, "Why? There are more thunderbirds in the country, and I haven't seen a few phoenixes."
"Because the phoenix is difficult to recognize its owner, it is judged as a magical animal that is difficult to tame." Sato explained.
"However, once the phoenix recognizes its master, it will become the most loyal magical animal. The disappearance of the phoenix now means that its master has disappeared."
"What a troublesome magical animal!" Smith had a disgusted expression on his face, "It has no development value at all!"
