But Snape really had no intention of taking up the position of headmaster.

In his own words.

Sitting in the principal's office every day, facing Dumbledore's portrait, is simply an unbearable torture.

Countless arrows shot into the air like a shower, causing several screams.

But they fell far away from the crowd.

John knew that this was the centaurs mourning.

He looked into the distance, just in time to see the centaurs turn around and disappear into the shady trees.

Those fishmen also slowly sank to the bottom of the green water and were no longer visible.

Many wizards also got up and left the funeral scene with sadness.

But more people chose to stay.

They stood up with sad faces, staring at John's back, waiting for a more important thing to be announced.

And in the silence, an emotion called hatred is brewing in the crowd.
Chapter completed!