The thick, lead-grey clouds above his head were gloomy and gloomy, and the withered hillside before his eyes was desolate.Obviously it is approaching the end of spring and early summer, and this gust of wind is blowing on the face, but it still makes people want to shrink their necks.

In this environment, Percy's funeral is naturally even more sad.

"...This is the death of an ordinary person who fought against disasters on the front line. With his strength, he could hide behind and save himself for the time being-just like most people do now! But he didn't."

"Percy Weasley has set a good example to many people how to use his talents as an ordinary wizard to contribute to ending this disaster as soon as possible."

"Because of him, the Weymouth camp is the front line of resistance, and it can persist in a series of enemy attacks; because of him, the frontline personnel can be deployed in a timely and smooth manner and maintain normal cooperation; because of him , The will to resist the alliance has been fully manifested..."

The eulogy, Blois still said-as the current head of a large family, it is naturally not difficult to make some decent words casually.What's more, he still knows the situation in Weymouth quite well, even if it is a new edition, he will not make a big mistake.

However, these words used to praise Percy's actions during his lifetime came out of Blois. Of course, most of the others could not feel anything, but the more he said it, the more he felt a little confused in his heart.

"...Now, this hard-working ordinary person is asleep, and he slept peacefully and peacefully. Not long ago, was he still busy day and night in Weymouth, and now, he can finally sleep a night? People have a good night's sleep."

Finally, Mr. Blois waved his hand at Harry and the others:

"Well, Percy Weasley, let us wish him good sleep and good dreams."

When the voice fell slightly, Harry and Ron immediately began to fill the grave with soil, and later turned the pit back to flat ground.Only the tombstone engraved with Percy’s name and birth and death years still tells everyone who came here that under this land is buried an ordinary brave, and a not dazzling legend of life and death. .

There was a moment of silence, and everyone stared at the tombstone for a few minutes, and then they walked back to the Burrow one after another.In the end, even Ginny was taken away by Harry with his arms around his shoulders, but there were still a few sparse figures standing in place in front of this new grave.

One of them is Mr. Blois.

Perhaps it was the speech just now, and it had a great impact on him, so that the aftermath that lingered in his mind could not dissipate for a long time.

What should I say?Are you sorry?

No, it should not be, because he never regretted his choice from beginning to end.Between an unfamiliar boy and his own daughter, he will definitely choose his daughter. There will be no exceptions.

So, is it a pity?

No, it shouldn't be—to be honest, at least Blois felt that even if the Weymouth camp was completely wiped out, he would not feel much sad.Whether it is unfeeling or ruthless, Blois does not have such a flood of kindness.

But... what is the faint sense of stuffiness in my heart now?

"Mr. Blois, won't you go back? You can go and rest a little longer, because nowadays, no one may have new dangers at any time. If a strong enemy strikes, you have to rely on you and Geoffier Miss Yin and the others are helping!"

Ron was talking right now.

Hearing his voice, Blois regained his senses and looked around, only to realize that Delphi and Sarah, who had stopped in front of the grave for a while like himself, seemed to have returned to the house at this moment. went.

"Mr. Weasley."

Blois paused slightly, and couldn't help but speak:

"Actually, at the time—"

However, he just started hesitantly and stopped.When Ron saw this, he couldn't help looking at him with some doubts, but he still said very politely:

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"No, nothing."

Blois finally shook his head, then turned around, and walked towards the Burrow first.

...

Retaking the Burrow and completing Percy's funeral, Harry and the others can be said to have completed relatively smoothly.However, if they really wanted to take down the entire Devonshire, they would obviously not be enough to see them.

Regarding the number of living corpses, even if the density is far less than the remote location near Winchester, that is the level of an entire "county"!Not to mention them, even if Maca is asked to come in person, it is not something that can be done in a short while.

And again, when you think about the fact that there are traces of living corpses all over the United Kingdom, and there are even demons that have suddenly appeared recently, everyone's psychology is getting heavier.

At this moment, on the dining table on the first floor of the Burrow, a large map was being spread out.Hermione used a magic wand instead of her finger and flicked a few times on the map.Then clicked on the location of the Burrow.

"Regardless of what we should do next, at least the protection of the Burrow must be fully prepared-if it is broken by a living corpse like the Weymouth camp, then everything we do will be meaningless. "She said, "And if we want to completely recapture Devonshire...cleaning up this huge number of corpses is definitely a big problem we must face."

That's right, and this is not only a problem in Devon, but a fundamental problem that the Rebellion Alliance needs to face directly across the UK.

The problem is that these living corpses are actually innocent people who were ruthlessly swallowed by this disaster because they failed to escape.

At this point, Hermione retracted her wand, sat back on the chair and said:

"In addition...I think we should also contact Bill. We have to tell everyone that Percy has been buried."

When she heard this, Ginny and Ron immediately nodded their heads. Before they were not allowed to come, Bill and Charlie were mainly due to security considerations. Today's Britain is too dangerous for them. .But even if they can't come over for the time being, at least they should be told about the situation here first.

"I'll write a letter in a while, and then..."

Before Ginny finished speaking, Neville, who was not far away, raised his hand slightly and motioned:

"I'll let the patron saint send it! It's not too far from Weymouth, it should be no problem. Also, it's safer and safer."

Ginny heard the words and nodded immediately:

"Thank you, Neville."