Chapter 1171 (1/2)

In fact, van Lin had to have an early rest. Fortunately, compared with Harry and Ron, van Lin's mood was not so complicated. But the next day, van Lin had to get up very early to pack his luggage. The Hogwarts Express train was going to leave one hour after Dumbledore's funeral. Therefore, everyone had to speed up their pace, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore's Funerals are inevitable.

In fact, when van Lin went downstairs, he found the mood in the hall very depressed. Everyone wore their most formal robes, and no one looked hungry.

This kind of depressive emotion infected everyone. All of you who were present experienced that painful night. At this time, it seemed that there was no difference between colleges. Everyone stood together in disorder. Van Lin noticed that Clara and Goyle, the followers of Malfoy.

Obviously, these little attendants are better suited to be death eaters than Malfoy, so that Snape won't take over the bad task, and maybe Harry will be more receptive.

Here it is, Hermione Said Fanlin, running to pick up Hermione's bag.

Dobby has his own life. He stays with Shannon and kretcher. Although it doesn't look so harmonious, at least dobby is very happy.

The hall, which was still a little empty, became crowded at this time.

Professor McGonagall made Dumbledore's seat on the faculty table free. Hagrid's chair was also empty, and van Lin felt that Hagrid could not bear to face the breakfast.

They lost Dumbledore, which is a cruel reality for Hagrid.

And Snape's position is also very naturally empty out, and let Fanlin did not expect, slinger actually sat in Snape's position.

Very keen, slinger's eyes kept scanning all the people present.

”Stop me...” Harry bowed his head instinctively, and slinger was looking for him, which was a troublesome thing, and Harry obviously did not have so much in mind to deal with a minister of magic.

Next to slinger was Percy Weasley, with red hair and horny rimmed glasses.

In this regard, Ron did not show what he looked like when he met Percy. He poked up a few pieces of bacon with dirty words that he was not used to. Ron had forgiven Percy, but in his mouth After all, Percy didn't really fit in with the Weasleys, even though Percy was Mrs. Weasley's favorite child.

At Slytherin's table, Cara and Goyle crowded into the table, and, as usual, the two of them huddled together and whispered, although they had such a large body, and without the pale face, Malfoy, who had been commanding them, they looked strangely thin.

Maybe this is the lack of backbone.

In fact, neither Harry nor van Lin, nor even Ron or Hermione, thought much of Malfoy.

As for Harry, all his detestations were directed at Snape, but he did not forget that there was fear in Malfoy's voice at the top of the tower, or that he had put down his wand when another Death Eater arrived.

Harry didn't believe Malfoy would kill Dumbledore. He despised Malfoy, who was still obsessed with the dark arts, but now mixed with the smallest bit of sympathy for him.

Harry wondered, where is Malfoy now, and will Voldemort order him to kill his parents and himself?

”Well, it's time to start!” Ginny poked Harry to sit up.

Professor McGonagall rose, and the mournful voices of the hall stopped.

”It's time,” Professor McGonagall said. ”Please follow your Dean outside. Students of Gryffindor, follow me. ”

They lined up quietly behind their Dean.

Srahorn was at the front of the Slytherin line, and he took up the responsibilities of Snape. Today, he is wearing a gorgeous bright green robe with silver embroidery.

To Fanlin's surprise, he had never seen the president of hefpaff When they arrived at the entrance hall, they found Ms. pince standing next to filch. She was wearing a veil to her knees. Filch was constantly tidying up a dress that looked like an old-fashioned pleated skirt, which was quite similar to Ron's dress in the final three Similarities.

When van Lim pulled away from his novel appearance, he found that he was already standing on the stone steps of the front door, and now they were facing the lake.

When they followed Professor McGonagall quietly to a row of chairs full of places, the warmth of the sun touched everyone's face, but unfortunately, the bright spring of Hogwarts could not dispel the lingering solemnity and solemnity.

An aisle was right in front of them: there was a marble table in front of them, and all the chairs were facing it. It was one of the most beautiful summer days.

A group of strange people are already in half the chairs: the lame and the clever, the old and the small. Most of them don't know each other, but some he does. They are members of the order of the Phoenix: Kingsley shaker, mad eye moody, Tonks (her hair magically returns to its most vivid pink), Remus lupin (Tonks wants to hold his hand)Seeing this, van Lin quickly moved his eyes away. It seemed that Tonks was going to succeed?

Of course, there was Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, bill, and his beautiful wife, Furong, who finally followed Fred and George in Black Dragon Skin jackets.

Then there was Mrs. maxim (who, it is worth mentioning, occupied two and a half seats herself).

After that, Tom, the owner of the broken cauldron bar, came all the way from London.

And then there are Arabella Figg, Harry's squib neighbor, the hairy bass player of the weird sister music group, the driver of the Knight Bus, Mrs. morkin (the owner of the robe shop in diagonally alley), and some people who van Lin just saw but couldn't name, such as the owner of Three Broomsticks and the witch pushing the wheelbarrow on the Hogwarts Express The ghosts in the castle were there, almost invisible in the bright sunlight, and could only be discerned when they moved. In the bright air, the body without substance was shining.

However, to van Lin's surprise, Albus, the boss of the pig's head bar, who broke up with Dumbledore, also attended his brother's funeral.

Sirius sat at the front, and I'm sorry, he was blocked by Mrs. Maxim. If it wasn't for his tattooed skin, van Lin didn't even recognize him.

However, this is clearly not the time to reminisce.

Several people in Fanlin sat down on the last row of seats by the lake.

People were whispering to each other; it sounded like a breeze on the grass, but the song of the birds came loud from afar. The crowd continued to grow; for a moment of love Harry saw Luna help Neville sit down.

On the night Dumbledore was killed, they responded to Hermione's call alone of all D.A. Harry knew why: they were the people who missed D.A. most Maybe they check their coins regularly with the hope of another meeting.

Luna said more than once that she liked the place, but her busy study left them no time to organize. Snape taught her

Harry has some regrets. What if the D.A. is still running?

Is it Malfoy who

Cornell fudge went to the front row, his expression was painful, and he held his green top hat tightly as usual.

Well Now fudge prefers the color of forgiveness series, which may help him to get rid of the common sense of him.

And then it was Harry's turn to be angry, for he recognized Rita Skeeter, a man he had met with anger, and he grabbed her notebook with a red fingered hand; there was another wave of anger, and this was Dolores Jane Umbridge.

She also attended Dumbledore's funeral. And no surprise, in her toad like face with a strange expression, hypocritical mourning, but the heart is happy to take off.

A black velvet hat was put on her iron gray curls, and when she saw the horse man ferenze standing like a guard by the lake, she quickly took the lead and sat down in a seat far away.

The faculty finally sat down, and Harry could see scriinger in the front row with Professor McGonagall looking serious and dignified. Harry wondered if scrimber and other important people were really sad about Dumbledore's departure. He had forgotten to find the root of his dissatisfaction with the Ministry of magic.

He's not the only one: a lot of heads are spinning around, searching through the crowd, a little flustered.