Dumbledore died on the eve of dawn. After all, this hard-working old bee could not see the day when Voldemort fell.
The funeral was the next day. It was very windy and drizzling that day. Many teachers and students from Hogwarts came. Even many wizards who had graduated for many years returned to campus to attend the funeral.
The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn. Everyone was wearing black robes and flowers on their chests. Even the Ministry of Magic sent a memorial tribute.
The pallbearers were the four deans of Hogwarts, with Professors McGonagall and Snape in front, Professors Flitwick and Sprout behind, and Harry walking in front holding the portrait.
Wang Xu, wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and holding a black umbrella, was one of the many people who saw him off.
Like many people, he was a little unbelievable that Dumbledore died like this.
Last night, Dumbledore was still talking loudly to him, saying that after defeating Voldemort, he would choose to retire and return to his hometown of Godric's Hollow. When he had nothing to do, he would plant flowers and raise grass, and be a leisurely old man.
In the blink of an eye, this hard-working old bee closed its eyes forever, without even a last word.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, holder of the Order of Merlin, First Class, President of the International Federation of Magicians, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot Wizards Association, Hogg
The life of Dumbledore, the principal of Watts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was a life of glory, honor and disgrace. The Ministry of Magic highly recognized his outstanding contribution to the fight against the forces of darkness, and posthumously awarded Dumbledore the post of Honorary Minister of Magic.
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Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic, recited the memorial in public and filled the first handful of earth for Dumbledore's coffin with the whispered prayers of countless people.
The rain kept falling, hitting everyone's faces, bringing a little bit of coolness.
In the sky, a fiery red phoenix was flying. This phoenix was called Fawkes, and was Dumbledore's pet and companion.
Thousands of Hogwarts students spontaneously gathered around Dumbledore's grave, holding hands and singing the Wizard's Song to bid farewell to their beloved headmaster.
Scrimgeour filled the first handful of earth, then handed the shovel to Professor McGonagall, and everyone filled Dumbledore's coffin with a shovel each.
As an in-service professor at Hogwarts, Wang Xu stood relatively near the front, and soon it was his turn to hold the shovel.
After shoveling the soil and looking at the mahogany coffin in the pit, Wang Xu whispered: "Rest in peace, Dumbledore, you owe me the potion shop, so I won't chase you for it."
They had agreed yesterday that Wang Xu would be responsible for providing information, and Dumbledore would be responsible for setting up a potion shop for him.
Good thing now, in a blink of an eye, Old Bee died, and Wang Xu's investment was in vain.
This was his first investment failure, but looking at the mahogany coffin in the pit, what else could he say? He couldn't just ask Dumbledore for it.
Shaking his head, Wang Xu handed the shovel in his hand to Hagrid who was behind him.
Hagrid was a die-hard supporter of Dumbledore. When he took the shovel, he burst into tears and almost choked with sobs.
Wang Xu wiped the rain off his face, opened up the black umbrella on the ground, and said, "Don't cry, Hagrid. The professor passed away peacefully. If he is still alive, I definitely don't want to see him."
You are so sad."
"I can't help but be sad, ah!!!" Hagrid cried loudly, filling the grave with soil while crying.
Wang Xu wanted to say something, but he saw Scrimgeour, who had finished filling the soil, leading Professor McGonagall and Harry to the pavilion in the cemetery.
"Professor McGonagall, I know it may be inappropriate to say these words now, but Dumbledore has left, but Hogwarts will continue. I and the officials from the Ministry of Magic hope that you can stand up and lead Hogwarts."
Gwartz moves towards a new future instead of being trapped in grief." Walking into the pavilion, Scrimgeour stamped his feet and spoke without raising his head.
Professor McGonagall wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands and nodded: "I will. Albus took precautions a long time ago, saying that if one day he suddenly disappears without leaving any last words, he should
what to do."
"Very good. Many officials from the Ministry of Magic and I agree that there must be no chaos in Hogwarts, let alone panic. We believe that you are capable of being the headmaster."
Scrimgeour said this, turned to look at Harry, and said: "Harry, I have heard the prophecies about you. The prophecies say that you are the only one who can defeat the Dark Lord. However, I don't believe these things.
, you should stay in school and study hard, the Dark Lord does not need you to worry about, he will be dealt with by the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic is the only savior."
"Mr. Minister, I don't agree with what you said." Harry was a little unconvinced. Ever since he was a child, he had been regarded as the savior by everyone and believed that defeating Voldemort was his mission.
Now, hearing that this mission no longer existed, Harry chose to refuse without hesitation, saying bluntly: "I will not give up. As long as the Dark Lord still exists, I will resist for one day. If you don't want to take me,
I will work alone. I will complete Professor Dumbledore’s unfinished mission, find the remaining Horcruxes, and kill Voldemort!”
"And us!" Hermione and Ron walked up and stood side by side behind Harry.
Scrimgeour's face was expressionless, his hands wearing black leather gloves were crossed on his chest, and he shook his head and said: "The Ministry of Magic and I do not believe that the world of adult wizards has reached a point where underage wizards are needed to solve it. Especially you.
, Miss Granger, if I were you, I would think more about how to find a suitable husband for myself, instead of holding a sixth grade textbook and thinking about how to deal with the most vicious and violent Dark Lord in the wizarding world.
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"Minister Scrimgeour, what did I hear? Are you actually discriminating against women?" Hermione looked at Scrimgeour in disbelief and said seriously: "Times have changed. Men and women are the same. Put away your machismo.
Bar."
"Wrong, the times have changed. Men and women are the same. I still stand by what I said before."
Scrimgeour waved his hands to everyone before Hermione could refute again, and affirmed: "That's it. You must firmly believe that your Ministry of Magic has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord. Your Ministry of Magic is still strong."
Looking at Scrimgeour's back, Hermione's little chest heaved violently with anger, and she said to Harry and Ron: "I didn't expect that the Minister of Magic is such a person. He is simply insulting women."
"No, I think what he said is quite good." Ron replied subconsciously, and then looked at Hermione's angry look and lowered his head unconsciously.
"No matter what he said, he said what he said, and we do ours. I don't believe that the Ministry of Magic has the ability to deal with the Dark Lord." Harry, like many wizards, has little confidence in the Ministry of Magic, because when the Dark Lord gained power, A large number of officials in the Ministry of Magic turned against it, and for a period of time it even existed in name only.
Although the current Minister of Magic was replaced by Scrimgeour, who was known as a hardliner, Harry still felt that nothing could be changed.
After all, Scrimgeour was considered powerful among ordinary wizards, but he was not powerful enough in front of Voldemort, lacking Dumbledore's decisive power.
The current situation is that the Ministry of Magic has faith but no ability to fight against Voldemort. It was difficult to do anything when Dumbledore was alive. Now that Dumbledore who can fight against Voldemort is gone, how can Harry believe this? A group of people can turn defeat into victory.
"Professor McGonagall, how is the Order of the Phoenix arranged?" Harry turned to look at Professor McGonagall. The Order of the Phoenix was formed to fight against the Death Eaters. Compared to the mediocre Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix gave Harry a sense of belonging. feel.
Professor McGonagall had a look of loneliness in her eyes. The impact of Dumbledore's death was far-reaching. He sighed: "After the emergency consultation last night, the Order of the Phoenix has temporarily appointed Moody as the person in charge to plan the elimination of the sixth Horcrux. Voldemort’s serpent Nagini.”
"Where is the seventh Horcrux?" Harry was taken away by Dumbledore last night and did not hear the subsequent conversation. He did not know that he was Voldemort's seventh Horcrux.
16 years ago, on the night when Voldemort killed James and Lily, Lily, who knew she was going to die, used her death to bless Harry with an ancient defensive magic.
After Voldemort killed Lily, he tried to kill Harry again, but the death curse he fired bounced back on himself.
Because of his possession of Horcruxes, Voldemort was not really dead, but a transformation from death to life.
However, under the influence of the Death Curse, part of his soul was still broken and attached to the baby Harry.
It is precisely because of this that when Harry entered school, the Sorting Hat thought that he was more suitable to go to Slytherin instead of Gryffindor now.
"Professor..." Professor McGonagall hesitated, then spoke after a moment: "Professor never mentioned the seventh Horcrux."
In fact, Dumbledore had already talked to her about the Horcrux. Professor McGonagall knew very well what the seventh Horcrux was, but she thought it was not the time to discuss it.
Harry didn't know it was false, and thought Professor McGonagall really didn't know, so he swore and said: "Professor McGonagall, leave this matter to me. Professor Dumbledore's information comes from Professor Wang, and I will ask him to find out." of."
Professor McGonagall looked slightly bitter, and then thought about it, if Harry could ask it himself, it would save him the difficulty of speaking.
But after knowing the truth, Professor McGonagall was a little worried about what Harry would choose.
She didn't know if Harry would be as determined as he is now when he learned that Voldemort's seventh Horcrux was his, and that destroying the seventh Horcrux required his death.
"Harry, how are you going to ask?" Hermione asked Harry as the three of them left the pavilion and walked out.
Although Harry agreed happily, he actually had no idea and said weakly: "I haven't thought of it yet..."