Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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On the morning of the second day after Dumbledore's death, the memorial service for him began and was arranged in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The atmosphere in the entire auditorium was very depressing.

Everyone in the auditorium wore black dresses and robes, and at breakfast, no one seemed to have much appetite.

Professor McGonagall had left the throne-like seat in the middle of the staff table empty, which was a memorial to Dumbledore.

But now there are still people sitting there.

It is said that the Minister of Magic strongly requested.

Dolores Umbridge, she is passionate about doing things that show her identity at all times.

Since the attempt to suppress the news became invalid, she could only come to this memorial service.

The temporary influence has not yet begun to ferment. The public only knows about Dumbledore’s sudden death. The reason is still unknown. This gave her a chance to recover. She has urgently contacted the Daily Prophet, hoping to get some help.

But now she still shamelessly wants to say something as a special guest, but no one takes care of her.

Next to her is Percy Weasley, wearing a pair of horny-rimmed glasses.He was graciously trying to please Umbridge.

Batty Crouch has stepped down. He can't hang himself on a tree.

On the long table in front of everyone, there were some dried salted fish, a plate of mashed potatoes and a few pieces of bread, but Umbridge was not too interested in these foods, so he picked it up with a silver knife and fork in disgust. With a "pop", he threw it onto the table.

In addition, many other employees of the Ministry of Magic also came.

Hagrid was wearing a suit that was obviously not in his shape and was about to burst by himself, and he was sitting at the end of the long table with a black tie.

He has to occupy two positions alone,

This is to attend the memorial service as an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

To his left is Mrs. Maxim from Boothbaton, who also occupies two positions.

Came here as the principal of one of the three European magic schools.

If it turns out, Hagrid’s obsession with the latter must have begun to talk to each other again, but now this tall man is sitting in a precarious manner, his big face is very stiff, and the eye sockets near the beard are covered with dark circles. Redness.

I probably didn't fall asleep at night.

There were still soft paper towels piled up in front of him, as moist as a hill.

And the gorgeous necklace from Mrs. Maxim's neck was taken off, and a thin black veil was worn on the big melon seeds to show solemnity.

As for the principal of Durmstrand, although he has entered the grave, the school also sent corresponding representatives to attend Dumbledore's funeral.

Auror Kingsley Shaker was also sitting nearby.

Tonks and Lupin were sitting together, the former's hair was miraculously pink, and the latter's expression was a little haggard, with sunken eye sockets, looking very tired.

The situation in front of me seemed a bit "dove occupying a magpie's nest", and the staff table in the auditorium was about to be filled with people from the Ministry of Magic.

As for Hogwarts, all the faculty and staff have also arrived.

Ms. Sprout, the herb professor who used to be sloppy in the past, dressed neatly, and there was no patch on her hat.

Mad-eye Moody was wearing a pair of extremely wide glasses that looked like sunglasses, covering his blue evil eye.

Snape still wore his pure black robe, and the greasy black long hair that used to be washed once, no longer shiny because of the oily shine.

The gatekeeper Filch didn't know where to turn over an old-fashioned suit. This might be the most formal outfit he could find. He was still wearing a tie and he smelled like a camphor ball.

Mrs. Pince stood beside Filch, wearing a thick black mask that fell to her knees.

Madam Pomfrey wore a plain sweater and stood with them.

The main guest seat in the auditorium was empty, and no one was standing on it.

There was only a pure white quaint coffin with two pieces of clothing that Dumbledore was accustomed to wearing-purple and green robes embroidered with stars and moons, neatly stacked.

There is nothing else.

There is a tradition in the British wizarding world that after a wizard dies, as long as the master wants, the wand will be used as a funeral to accompany the dead master into the tomb.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some wizards treat their wands as heirlooms and leave them to future generations.

Most wizards will only have one magic wand in their lives. It can be said that most wizards' achievements are achieved by relying on the magic wand in their hands.That is the bearing and symbol of the glory of his life

But even the people at Hogwarts couldn't satisfy this.

The old wand in Dumbledore's hand was taken away by Voldemort.

And the wand he first possessed is now missing and cannot be used as a funeral.

At this time, people were also standing outside the auditorium.

Because there are no more places in the auditorium, many people come to the memorial service spontaneously.

These people are all kinds of people, mixed: some are in ragged clothes, some are neat and decent; some are old and some are young.

Most people have never been at Hogwarts.

It all appeared because of Dumbledore's death.

A little familiar is the thick-haired double bass player in the Weird Sisters singing group, who once played wonderful movements in the goblet of fire ball.

The driver of the Cavalier bus, Ern Pran, Mrs. Morkin in the Diagon Alley Robe Store, the waiter in the Pig's Head Bar, the witch pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express, almost all walks of life.

Regardless of high or low.

Even part of the ghosts in the castle came. They were almost invisible in the sun, and they could only be recognized when they walked around, shining with illusory light in the bright air.

At this time, a tall man wearing a striped cloak squeezed in from the outside, and many people noticed him.

At this time, a small man with thick hair and a plain black robe stood up from his seat, stood in front of the coffin without a corpse, and began to chatter about something.

In the end, Dumbledore ended up as the principal of Hogwarts, and everyone only recognized this identity.

"He has cultivated many outstanding talents for Hogwarts, which embodies his noble spirit"..."Academic maturity"..."Great mind"...These words float to everyone's ears, but they don't make much sense.None of this has much to do with the Dumbledore the student and teacher knew

In their eyes, the principal was not so serious.

"It's all farting." The tall man squeezed to the front, yelling, and then shouted loudly.