Chapter 2566

After a long time of thinking, Hermione has probably really figured it out since she returned from the disaster in Britain.

She is no longer attached to the feelings that have kept her for a long time, nor to the back that seems to be unable to catch up. Therefore, she has even been able to take the funeral with "he" as the protagonist as normal, so that she can easily cross the towering mountains and look at the more distant scenery.

"I seem to suddenly begin to understand why 'he' did such an inexplicable thing."

Ron looked at Hermione's calm and capable side face and forgot to eat the remaining half of the pie in his hand. He just had a flash in his mind and seemed to feel it and still said this to Neville beside him.

"What?" Neville didn't hear his whisper clearly and asked subconsciously.

Ron was stunned and shook his head again.

"No, nothing... Maybe I thought more! After all..."

His voice became lighter and lighter. In the end, he couldn't even tell what he was muttering. Only in a moment of blankness, the occasional slight pain at the connection between the thigh root and the alchemical prosthesis vaguely reminds that some facts have actually happened.

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The funeral with the inscription of hero will be held today.

The news has spread all of a sudden with the arrival of the port camp in the early morning - the Wizards of the Federation who follow Maxim are very conscientious. Knowing that this activity is of great significance to their president, they have done this work very quickly.

Although the advance of the funeral date can not avoid the sense of haste, with the full preparation of the union staff led by Mrs. maxim, a solemn atmosphere for the funeral ceremony was still successfully created inside and outside the camp.

It seems that even heaven and earth have been infected by this atmosphere. Today's weather is a little gloomy.

From the early morning, there were many Muggles outside the camp. Under the gaze of many wizard mourners, they hurriedly played with various instruments that wizards could not understand, preparing for the next live broadcast.

However, even if these staff members are selected after multiple screening, in the face of those "rumored" Wizards not far away, they still can't help casting curious eyes from time to time - yes, just like those who are watching their own wizards.

Fortunately, in any case, the current work is a priority. People like them who can be selected to work here have a better understanding of what they are doing.

"Unit 1 in place!"

"Communication signal confirmation, front station studio confirmation, branch delay confirmation."

"Adjust again to ensure the live broadcast effect!"

"Readjust, received!"

Time was a little tight, and they didn't have any spare power to look around. They soon completely invested in the layout of the site.

Compared with those mourning guests who seem somewhat idle, they undoubtedly have a greater responsibility - just a group of wizards. After reading a lot of terrible information from the lost land on the front line, they are just a few people in strange clothes, which will not make them fuss.

Not long after, the mourners who had watched for a while with curiosity also returned to the camp under the guidance of the staff of the Federation in the camp and began to eat in a hurry.

At this time, Maxim naturally won't let people prepare any rich breakfast, and her own dining process is just like dealing with things at will in private.

With the cold tea, she chewed a few mouthfuls of dry food. Carrying the little black tea left, she went to the door of the tent, looked up at the white sky, and frowned slightly.

"Although it's in line with today's tone, but... Cloudy days are unpleasant weather! Especially now, it always reminds people of something..."

"But ma'am, I remember, Maka. He seems to like cloudy days."

At this moment, Furong happened to be standing outside Maxim's tent. Or, in fact, it can't be said to be "just", because she served as the representative of Maka's living relatives and friends in the upcoming funeral today.

It may be a little strange to say, because the relationship between Furong and Maka doesn't seem to be very close. At present, among these people in the camp, she shouldn't come forward anyway.

But Maxim let her attend in this capacity.

After all, in the eyes of most outsiders who will witness the funeral today, Maka's interpersonal relationship is obviously blurred. Since no one objected and no one volunteered, the matter was done in this way.

"Really?" Maxim was stunned when he heard the speech. "Does McLean like...? so it's cloudy today, which is also a good thing."

After leaving such a sentence, Maxim immediately turned back and walked back into the tent. Just at the moment when the side face was about to sink into the shadow, the lotus looked vaguely in each other's eyes and saw a rare sense of disappointment.

Maxim has also known Maka for a long time. Now, under the coercion of environment and self obsession, he will preside over the funeral for the younger generation of old friends who are far younger than himself. Even today's "President" may inevitably sigh after insisting.

Even if Mrs. maxim is too tall and can only look up at Hibiscus from a close distance, I don't know whether the picture I saw at that moment is just an illusion.

And just after Furong stopped to meditate for a period of time, the tent in front of her was busy, and then calmed down again. More and more people gathered in the open space in front of the tent

The funeral ceremony is finally about to begin.

"Bill?" Seeing her lover coming to her through the crowd, hibiscus leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Hermione, are they all here?"

"Not yet," bill shook his head. "He said he might go directly to the ceremony in front of the camp!"

"Will they all arrive?" Hibiscus asked again subconsciously, "ah! Did you go to the ship to pick up Harry?"

Hermione has noticed some signs since she saw them yesterday. Although no one said it clearly, she could feel that all the little friends didn't seem to be very positive about the funeral.

Sure enough, Bill shook his head again.

"Something must have happened... Let's see! To be honest, I don't know - Ginny and Ron didn't tell me anything until they separated."

Just as they talked quietly, Maxim's tall figure finally reappeared at the entrance of the tent. At this time, Furong found that the other party had changed into a black mourning suit, meticulous and awe inspiring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's start!"