v2 Chapter 1599： People attending the funeral

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Similarly, Ron did not show that he knew Percy came, but he cut his smoked fish very hard.

He did not use extra force, nor did he know whether to imagine the smoked fish as Percy or Snape. Anyway, he was a man who was extremely disgusted.

At the Slytherin table over there, Crabbe and Goyle whispered together, looking around from time to time.

Although both of them are the size of a thick benzene, but in the middle of Malfoy's pale and slender figure, they lost Malfoy and they gave orders, they are particularly lonely.

Like losing the brain command, Crabbe and Goyle are completely stranded.

But now, in this case, any Slytherin who is comfortable will not make bad things. Being honest is the most sensible choice.

Crossing Slytherin's long table, Ai Wen looked around and found Sirius in the shadow near the gate of the auditorium.

He did not go to the funeral venue outside, and did not join the depressing breakfast. Sirius insisted on the security work of the funeral.

Although the possibility is very low, everyone is afraid that Voldemort will appear at the funeral.

Ai Wen couldn’t help thinking about it, if Voldemort suddenly appeared in Hogwarts

At this time, Professor McGonagall stood up and the sad whisper in the auditorium calmed down immediately.

"It's almost time," she said. "Please follow your dean to the venue, and Gryffindor's classmates will come with me."

Ai Wen stood up and followed the team forward.

They lined up from behind the bench and barely made a sound.

Slughorn stood at the forefront of the Slytherin team, wearing a gorgeous, bright green long-distance running with silver threads.

Next to him, Hufflepuff’s dean, Professor Sprout’s costume, was also neat and tidy, and the hat was not patched.

There is Professor Flitwick, who wears a purple salute with blue lace, but Avon can't see him now.

In fact, everyone wears their most solemn and formal clothes.

As they walked to the foyer, Evan also found Mrs. Pins standing next to Filch, wearing a thick black mask that fell to her knees.

Filch wore a vintage suit, a tie, and a scent of camphor.

Everyone went out of the castle gate and came outside, they were heading in the direction of the lake.

This is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days in the summer. The weather is very good, the warm sunshine is falling down, and there are thousands of rows of chairs in the open space in front of the lake.

Half of the positions have already been seated. These people are all kinds of different kinds of fish and dragons: there are blondes, and there is also a ragged clothes on the oriental faces, as well as clean and decent old people and young people.

Most of them are not known, but some strangers make him familiar. He has seen their portraits and names in various magic books.

These people are all accomplished in all kinds of magical fields, and they are all familiar with Dumbledore.

On the outermost side of the chair, the other members of the Order are all sitting there, the Weasleys, Bill and Hibiscus, Fred and George in the black fire dragon leather jacket, Kingsley Shaker, the mad eye that has not fully recovered Hamody.

And Tonks, her hair miraculously turned into a dazzling pink.

Next to her is Remus Lupin, who signed his hand with him.

Maybe it’s because the ronin Finlay Grebek is dead, Lupin’s revenge is reported or because of what Lupin and Tonks experienced together in the battle a few days ago.

Anyway, suddenly, Lupin, who has long avoided Tonks, suddenly accepted her, which made Tonks come alive, as can be seen from the color of her hair.

By the way, there are also Mrs. Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, who are particularly eye-catching and occupy about five or six people.

Hagrid’s mood was very low, and Mrs. Maxim was whispering something to him.

In addition, Ai Wen also saw the owner of the smashing bar, Tom, the heavy-haired double bassist in the singer's singing group, the rider of the bus driver Ernplan, the lady of the Diagonal Lane robes store. The Hogwarts Express train pushes the witch of the car.

Of course, there is a waiter at the pig's head bar, Dumbledore's brother: Aberforth Dumbledore.

The expression on his face could not see anything. He sat there in a low-key manner. No one else except Ai Wen knew his identity.

On the left, the vampires are all there, next to them are the ghosts of Hogwarts.

They are barely visible under the direct sunlight, they can only be recognized when walking, and the illusory light flashes in the bright air.

At the lake, the horseman Ferenze stood there like a sentinel, and Sirius was already standing next to him.

Avon, Harry, Hermione, Elaine, Gabriel, Ginny, and Ron sat in the last few seats in the row of chairs by the lake.

People whispered to each other, the sound was like a breeze blowing over the grass, and the sound of the birds was particularly loud.

The crowd is still coming, with Hogwarts students and wizards coming in from outside the school.

Connelly Fudge walked past the front row of them, and he frowned and turned his green hat as usual.

Later, Ai Wen saw Rita Sket, she sat in an inconspicuous position, a red-clawed hand holding a deep red notebook, and the gorgeous green feather pen was writing non-stop.

Noticing Evan's gaze, she smiled slyly, her eyes evasive, but the sliding feather pen did not stop.

Then, Harry heard a repressed scream of anger, and Hermione touched Evan. He turned his head and saw Umbridge, who had not seen him for a long time.

She was sitting in a group of officials in the Ministry of Magic, with iron-brown hair on top of a black velvet butterfly, and the sly face could not see a sad expression.

Umbridge seems to have recovered from the huge pain. At least there is no problem from the surface, but she has been carefully peeping at the forbidden forest, not afraid of something rushing out from it.

Finally, all the staff have been seated.

At the forefront of everyone, Scrimgeour and Professor McGonagall were sitting next to other big men.

Scrimgeour is dark and solemn and very stylish.

Ai Wen didn't know how he spent the past few days, but from the news that is currently coming, the situation of the Ministry of Magic is a mess.

It would be even worse if Voldemort did not intend to do anything before the end of Dumbledore’s funeral.

If so, should he be saddened by the departure of Dumbledore?

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