Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At this point, music sounded in the open space by the lake.

The voices are empty, like the immortals of another world.

Hearing voices suddenly, many heads are spinning, searching, with a little surprise.

Ivan was also a little distracted, but soon realized it was a mermaid's voice.

He noticed Hermione had found it and Elaine and Gabriel were still searching, blinded.

Ivan touched them, indicating they looked to the left.

In the clear green waters of the lake, just inches below the lake, a choir of mermaids singing in a strange, humanly incomprehensible language, their pale faces fluttering and purple hair floating around them.

The music listens to the root of the sweat on the back of the neck, but it doesn't stink.

It speaks plainly of sorrow and despair, and the emotional, grieving faces of the mermaids are reflected in the water.

Hagrid also stood up, accompanied by sad music.

With the comfort of Mrs. Maxim, Hagrid nodded his head and wiped his cringy eyes with his hands up, lifting the portrait of Dumbledore wrapped in purple velvet filled with Venus on her knees, slowly moving forward along the aisle in the middle of the seat.

Since there were no Dumbledore remains, the funeral ceremony took place in this manner.

Dumbledore, as usual, was kind and wise, smiling, just like Ivan first saw him at Hogwarts when he started school.

People started crying, tears slipped, and Hermione, Ginny and Gabriel were all weeping.

Only Elaine blinked, twisted her head and Ivan looked at each other for a moment, without crying.

In her past experience, she has witnessed too many deaths.

Her parents, her people, her enemies killed by vampires, and one weak, dead life after another on Norwegian frozen earth and in the dark underground world...

Even though Keresis protected her better, Elaine still witnessed the departure of these lives. Death itself was part of the vampire composition. She was probably used to it, and she didn't think it was a tearworthy thing. Besides, she knew from Evan that Dumbledore wasn't actually dead! He left the world just because of the magic left behind by Salazar Slytherin, just as their clan was destined for Slytherin's other magic...

But after knowing the story, Elaine alone confirmed to Evan that her parents, like Professor Dumbledore, might not have died? Just went to another world, will return one day, at the end of magic...

Faced with Elaine, Ivan doesn't know how to answer this heavy question.

Lastly, he repeated what Dumbledore had said.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of another great journey, and only the most courageous can go on.

If one day they also embark on this journey, they will finally meet.

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Hagrid carefully placed the portrait on the table in the middle, then turned around and walked back down the aisle, whispering his nose vigorously, making a trumpet-blown noise, some of whom looked at him dissatisfied, including Dolores Umbridge...

But she immediately lost sight of Hagrid, and Umbridge suddenly screamed out loud, and although it stopped immediately, she still looked extraordinarily stingy at the solemn funeral. Everyone turned their heads and looked at her, and her face was extremely pale, as if all her strength had been exhausted in an instant.

Along Umbridge's gaze, Ivan turned around to understand what was going on.

The giant Globe came out of the forbidden forest unsteady, waving his hand toward Hagrid.

He didn't see Umbridge because after screaming, she quickly turned her head back, and in the eyes of the people, she smiled embarrassingly, trying to cover it up, but that smile was extremely reluctant, it looked very ugly, and she had a complex expression on her face mixed with feelings of disgust, fear, shock, embarrassment, etc.

The funeral proceeded, no one studied Umbridge's demise, only a few Ministry of Magic officials shook their heads helplessly, their senior deputy minister had been unusual since he returned from Hogwarts last summer, and who knew what illness had been committed.

Hagrid did not return to his original seat, and he came to the end and sat down against Glop, dressed in a jacket and trousers the size of a small tent, with his huge, ugly head as a giant pebble hanging low, looking smooth and even understandable, and he seemed to understand the significance of the ongoing occasion.

It has to be said that it has been a long time since Grope has indeed made much progress.

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Behind Hagrid, Professor McGonagall also walked forward, placing Dumbledore's old wand in front of her portrait, when the music stopped.

A small man with thick hair and a plain black robe stood up from his seat and stood in front of Dumbledore's remains and began to speak. He did not use magic to increase the volume, occasionally only a few hundred words flew behind his head, “noble spirit”, “academic maturity”, “great mind” and so on...

This is Dumbledore's image in front of other wizards. He is the greatest wizard in the world, the most powerful white wizard, with outstanding academic achievements. In the past, countless dark moments of the magic world, all because of his presence, he supports the good wizards in their struggle against evil.

Dumbledore has become a symbol, synonymous with the great wizard.

But in Hogwarts, in the students' minds, Dumbledore was always their approachable principal, their role model for pride and learning, the one who invented "Stupid!” “Cry nose!” Professor Whitebeard of “Residues” and “Screws”...

The sound of splashes of splash continued on the left, and more mermaids surfaced.

All the mermaids from nearby waters came to the funeral and they listened carefully.

Then there was a sudden movement in the forbidden forest.

The horsemen also came to express their condolences, and instead of walking up to the open space, they stood in the shadows, staring at the wizards on this side unmoved.

They watched silently here, bows and arrows on one side of the body.

Irving sighed in the direct light of the hot sun, making no difference whether Dumbledore really died or left temporarily because of magic. They lost one of their greatest guardians, and the rest of the battle depended on them.

Finally, the little man ended his monotonous and dull speech and returned to his seat.

No one stood up to speak and no one moved, including the Minister and Professor McGonagall.

Time seems to be stalling at this moment, and everyone is waiting silently.

Suddenly, several people screamed.

A brilliant white flame emerged from the end of the old wand, surrounding Dumbledore's portrait and the table: the higher the flame, the more it covered everything. White smoke rises into the air in all its strange shapes. At that moment, people seemed to see a phoenix flying happily out of the flame into the blue sky, accompanied by a phoenix-specific roar, but immediately the flame disappeared, where a white marble grave appeared, putting everything inside...