Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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The memorial service for Dumbledore began early the next morning and was scheduled to be held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The atmosphere in the entire auditorium was very depressing.

Everyone in the auditorium was wearing black dress 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 vacant, as a memorial to Dumbledore.

But there are still people sitting there.

It is said to have been strongly requested by the Minister of Magic.

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

Since trying to suppress the news became ineffective, 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, and the reason is still unknown. This gives her a chance to recover. She has urgently contacted the Daily Prophet, hoping to get some help.

And up to now, she still brazenly wanted to say something as a special guest, but no one paid her any attention.

Beside her is Percy Weasley, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. Is trying to please Umbridge for something.

Barty Crouch has stepped down, and he can't hang himself from 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 very interested in these foods, so he picked them with a silver knife and fork in disgust. "Clap" and threw it on the table.

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

Hagrid was sitting at the far end of the long table, wearing a suit that obviously didn't fit his body shape and was about to be blown out by himself. He wore a black tie.

He has to occupy two positions by himself,

This is attending a memorial service as an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

To his left is Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons, who also occupies two positions.

Came here as the headmaster of one of the three major magic schools in Europe.

If it turned out, because of Hagrid's obsession with the latter, he would have started to talk to him again, but now this tall man is sitting upright, his big face is very stiff, and the eye sockets near the beard are covered with dark circles. redness.

Probably didn't fall asleep at night.

There were still hills of damp soft tissues in front of him.

The gorgeous necklace on Madame Maxime's neck was taken off, and a light black veil was worn on her large melon-seed face to show her solemnity.

As for Durmstrang's headmaster, although he had already entered the grave, the school also sent a corresponding representative to attend Dumbledore's funeral.

Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt was also sitting nearby.

Tonks and Lupin sat next to each other, the former's hair was a miraculous pink, the latter's expression was a little haggard, his eyes were sunken, and he looked exhausted.

The current situation seems to be "dove occupying a magpie's nest", and the staff table in the auditorium is about to be filled with people from the Ministry of Magic.

As for the Hogwarts school, all the faculty and staff also came.

Her habitually sloppy herbal class professor—Ms. Sprout was neatly dressed, without a patch on her hat.

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

Snape was still wearing his pure black robe, and his long greasy black hair seemed to have been washed on purpose, no longer shiny because of oil.

Filch, the janitor, rummaged through an old-fashioned suit, perhaps the most formal one he could find, with a tie and the smell of mothballs.

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

Madam Pomfrey, wearing a plain sweater, stood with them.

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

There is only a pure white quaint coffin, which contains two clothes that Dumbledore is used to wearing - purple and green robes embroidered with stars and moon patterns are neatly stacked.

Other than that, nothing else.

There is a tradition in the British wizarding world that after a wizard dies, as long as the owner wishes, the wand will go into the grave as a burial with the dead owner.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some wizards regard their wands as family heirlooms to be passed down to future generations.

Most wizards will only have one wand in their life. It can be said that most of the great achievements of wizards are achieved by the wand in their hands. That is the bearer and symbol of the glory of his life.

But even the people at Hogwarts couldn't be satisfied.

Dumbledore's Elder Wand was taken by Voldemort.

And the first wand he owned is now missing and cannot be used as a burial.

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

Because there was no more space in the auditorium, many people came to attend the memorial service spontaneously.

These people are all kinds of people, a mix of fish and dragons: ragged, neat and decent; old and young.

Most have never been at Hogwarts.

It's all because of Dumbledore's death.

Slightly more familiar is the shaggy double bass player from the Strange Sisters singing group, who used to play beautiful pieces at the Goblet of Fire ball.

Ern Pullan, the driver of the Knights Bus, Mrs. Morkin from the Robe Shop in Diagon Alley, the waiter at the Hog's Head bar, the witch pushing the cart on the Hogwarts Express, almost all walks of life.

No matter how high or low.

Even a part of the ghosts in the castle came, barely visible in the sun, recognizable only when they moved, and flickering illusory 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 and stood in front of the coffin without the corpse and began to ramble about something.

In the end, Dumbledore ended with the identity of the headmaster of Hogwarts, and everyone only recognized this identity.

"He has cultivated many outstanding talents for Hogwarts, reflecting his noble spirit"..."Academic maturity"..."Great mind"... These words floated in everyone's ears, but they didn't make much sense. None of this has much to do with the Dumbledore that students and teachers know.

In their eyes, the principal was not that serious.

"It's all farts." The tall man squeezed to the front, raised his throat, and then roared loudly.