Dumbledore will be buried at Hogwarts.

This was the decision John made after officially receiving the obituary announcement.

To be honest, this is not traditional.

Never in history has a headmaster had the honor of being buried at Hogwarts.

Even the four founders of the school have never done this.

However, no one dared to jump out and make irresponsible remarks.

Even the anti-war people who had been jumping up and down and constantly opposing John for more than a month did not dare.

This is not only because Dumbledore has been a transfiguration professor for more than ten years and the principal of Hogwarts for more than half a century, and has taught more than half of the wizards in the entire magical world of the United States.

It’s because everyone who has come into contact with John in recent times knows it.

At this moment, John had entered a state of rage.

If you dare to resist him at this time, you will really die.

John's emphasis on Dumbledore's funeral also caused the entire magical community in the country to follow suit.

Almost immediately after John made his statement, most of the people in the country who had been favored by Dumbledore started heading to Hogwarts to prepare for Dumbledore's final funeral.

I really can't go.

They also spontaneously gathered in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Village to start holding commemorative activities.

On the day of the funeral, John also arrived at Hogwarts on the Ministry of Magic's flying carriage.

This is rare good weather in autumn in China.

But the warm sunshine shining on John's face made his complexion even paler and colder.

The crowd uniformly dressed in black robes, led by John, slowly moved towards the Black Lake.

There, thousands of chairs are neatly arranged.

There is an aisle between the chairs, with a marble table in front of it, and all the chairs facing it.

The chairs are already full of people.

There were more people without seats crowded around the outside, looking in on tiptoes.

These people are all kinds of people, a mixture of good and bad.

Some are ragged, and some are neat and respectable.

There are old people and young people.

John saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley in the crowd, Lupin and Sirius, and Moody hiding in the shadows in the corner - his body was shaking due to high tension. It was very serious for him to attend such a large event. It is really too difficult for patients with persecution delusion.

But, he still came.

In addition, John also saw Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron, members of the Weird Sisters, the driver of the Knight Bus, and Madam Malkin who sold robes, the one who always liked to feed him sweets when he was in first or second grade. Senior Sister Taylor, the massive Aurors and thugs responsible for maintaining order on site...

Even the ghosts from Hogwarts came.

Barely visible in the sunlight, they can only be made out as they move around, shimmering with an illusive light in the bright air.

Of course, John didn't know many more people.

But everyone present obviously knew John.

Because when John arrived with a group of members of the Ministry of Magic, almost everyone at the scene stood up and began to greet him.

John ignored them and came to Hogwarts alone.

At this moment, they were led by the deans of the four major colleges and stood at the forefront.

John gave Snape a gentle hug.

Snape's body was extremely stiff, and his indifferent expression and body movements were full of resistance.

But when John hugged him regardless of his resistance, Snape's originally tense body quickly became weak again.

John could feel the grief that penetrated Snape's bones.

Under the attack of this grief, Snape was so weak that he could hardly stand.

John could only hold him by force to prevent him from falling.

Because John knew that Snape was unwilling to lose his composure on such an occasion, and this was what he valued most.

Immediately afterwards, John hugged Professor McGonagall again.

Unlike Snape, Professor McGonagall did not fake her emotions.

Her eyes were red, and blue blood vessels loomed on her fair forehead. Although she looked very weak, she was stronger than Snape, who pretended to be tough next to her. She even patted John on the back in return.

Carry it on your back to show comfort.

Instead of hugging.

She pressed her cold face against the face of John, her favorite student.

John could feel that his face was wet, it was Professor McGonagall's tears.

Finally, John hugged Michelle again.

She was completely lost, almost unresponsive, and her body was extremely cold.

John could only hug her tightly and use his own body temperature to warm her.

It wasn't until Michelle's body finally caught some of John's warmth that Michelle hugged John's neck tightly and started sobbing.

Her cry was actually not loud, but it was tainted with a sadness that was too strong to be resolved.

Infected by this grief, John's eyes began to slowly turn red.

Harry and other students beside him also cried softly.

Draco and the others clenched their fists and whispered at John:

"John, we should take revenge..."

"Shut up!"

John suppressed his anger and sadness and spoke word by word.

Draco was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

He subconsciously looked around and realized that Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and even Lucius and Narcissa who were following John were looking at him reproachfully.

This made him understand instantly.

Right now, it's Dumbledore's funeral.

Everything, even if I want to talk about it, should wait until after the funeral.

Draco lowered his head in shame.

Following him, there were a group of equally anxious Slytherins behind him who lowered their heads.

John didn't pay attention to these people's gaffes anymore.

He just hugged Michelle and comforted her until Michelle's crying gradually became fainter and her body became warmer.

Then, he heard music, like fairy music from another world.

John let go of Michelle and turned around to look for the source of the music.

He was not the only one doing this, many heads were turning, searching, with a little surprise.

"Where."

Michelle whispered.

Then he saw them, in the clear green water of the sunlit lake, just a few inches below the surface.

A chorus of mermaids sang in a strange language that he did not understand, their pale faces rippling and purple hair floating around them.

The sound is harsh but not unpleasant.

It clearly speaks of grief and despair.

Hagrid began to walk slowly forward along the aisle between the seats.

He was crying silently, his face covered with bright tears.

In his arms was Dumbledore's body, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

The eyes of countless people instantly returned to the body.

Influenced by the singing, Hagrid carefully placed the body on the table. This scene made the audience sob a lot more.

Even John felt a sharp stabbing pain rising in his throat.

But John did not indulge his emotions just like that.

He has more important things to do.

After taking a deep breath and suppressing the stinging sensation, John slowly came to Dumbledore's body.

He took out a piece of parchment from his arms and slowly unfolded it.

What was written above was a condolence message prepared in advance with the help of the Ministry of Magic.

It completely summarizes Dumbledore's life, focuses on describing each of Dumbledore's achievements, and boasts about them, using a lot of fancy words and phrases, which can be called a flowery and extremely gorgeous book.

But looking at this parchment, John's brows furrowed.

He always felt that this condolences was too lengthy.

This doesn't fit Dumbledore's character at all.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

John looked up subconsciously.

Then he saw a tall old man who looked like Dumbledore walking slowly in the distance.
Chapter completed!