Chapter 477

The fierce wind is still whistling, carrying snowflakes and flying away in the air. In this silver lake, where is the solid land and where is the frozen lake has long been indistinguishable.

The sky was getting darker and darker under the thick clouds rolling like the roar of war horses. Even though it was nearly 8 a.m., it was still like dawn.

The roaring world also brought a heavier breath to the funeral.

By the lake, in front of Maka, hundreds of chairs were densely arranged. At this time, all the wizards, men, women, old and young, stood in silence and spontaneously paid attention to the old man with his eyes closed.

In the middle of the neatly arranged chairs, a straight corridor went straight from Maka to the edge of the great lake with thick ice. It was at the end of the corridor that a white marble table was quietly placed there.

With a magic wand in her hand, Marca steadily held Dumbledore's body forward step by step. His expression was solemn and serious, as if every step he took had been carefully measured.

As he moved forward, the snow under his feet seemed to ensure that he was down-to-earth every time, and retreated lightly on both sides, revealing the withered and yellow grass.

On the way, Maka met many people. Some of them have only met recently, while others have known each other for a long time. Of course, there are many others he can't name up to now.

The wizards who came to the funeral were mixed up. Everyone had them. From those who dress lavishly and meticulously to those who wear ragged clothes and look thin, they are tall, short, fat and thin.

Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid, two giants of mixed blood, are the most striking wizards today. They stand out from the crowd one after another. They seem to have a sense of existence because of their height.

But obviously, they are not the tallest today, because glop is also here.

This underdeveloped giant can't always hide in the forbidden forest. Sooner or later, he will cause trouble because of his race. Take advantage of today's opportunity to take him out and put him in front of the public. After a while, what will happen will really happen, and his performance may correct his name.

Under Hagrid's tireless teaching and Maka's deterrent, he has learned many simple and easy to understand principles. It seems that it is more appropriate for him to live in a group of wizards than when a giant is trampled and bullied by his peers.

In addition to the three guys with extremely high profile, Maka also caught a glimpse of a series of familiar male and female wizards, such as Tom, the hunchback owner of the broken cauldron bar, old Erne, the driver of the Knight Bus, Mrs. primpinier of the diagonal Lane beauty magic pharmacy, and Mr. Ollivander, the maker of the magic wand.

Many people he had only met a few times, but he especially missed them.

In addition, all the ghosts in the castle came out together. In this violent wind and snow, they can hardly see their physical appearance, but Maka can feel their existence.

Of course, aberforth didn't come today, and most members of the order of the Phoenix didn't come today. Although they are not here at the moment, Maka believes that at this moment, they should also be in spontaneous silence for Dumbledore's funeral.

The aisle between the seats was a few steps away, but Maka seemed to have walked for a long time. When he waved the strange staff and gently placed Dumbledore's body on the white marble table, the snow that had fallen on the table also slipped down from the table.

Even if an open-air funeral is held in a snowstorm, the solemnity of the ceremony will not be affected by the bad weather. Because this is a grand funeral for the greatest White Wizard of our time.

After Maka placed the body temporarily, he retreated back to the aisle and stood flush with the first row of seats. Most of the Wizards in this row are the people who have the deepest friendship with Dumbledore. If not, they also play an important role in the global magic world.

Just as Maka stood, a huge shadow suddenly appeared under the ice on the lake. Although the ice is very thick, the shadow is so big that even the frozen frost can't hide its appearance.

In the twinkling of an eye, the ice suddenly burst into several cracks, and arched upward with a bang when there was a click, and a huge object surfaced from the lake.

There was a commotion among the wizards, but then Professor McGonagall turned around and signaled everyone not to panic. At the same time, Maka gently stung the staff in her hand. The surging waves and ice were blocked by an invisible force, and fell back into the lake with gravity.

What emerged from the bottom of the lake was the giant squid that had been living here. In fact, there was no great danger except its frightening size.

Soon, most of the Wizards calmed down, and at the same time, a gentle and sad song sounded leisurely from the water under the lake.

That's the singing of mermaids, which is different from the range and vocal mode of human beings. Their songs have always been famous for their beauty and moving. However, it must sound in the water in order to make people hear the mysterious melody.

Now, even they are lamenting Dumbledore's passing, looking forward to the last farewell to Dumbledore who has embarked on a new journey with the song of sadness and hope.

It is said that Dumbledore knew the language of mermaids. From this point of view, it may be true.

Perhaps it was the sad but warm mermaid song that touched the most vulnerable chord, and Hagrid, standing at the last head, sobbed again.

With his relationship with Dumbledore, he should have stood in the front, but he sat in the last row with glop today. However, it was not clear whether he was taking care of glop or glop was taking care of him. At least for the moment, his brother's huge palm was clumsily patting his head.

Even though Gloop was light enough, Hagrid was knocked down on the chair by him, and even the four stool feet were deeply immersed in the snow.

It seems that after a long time and a short time, the mermaid's song gradually slowed down and dissipated in the fierce snowstorm. The big squid sank again, and the waves aroused were blocked by Maka again, so that the turbulent lake would not want to rush ashore again.

At this time, Mr. aginbad, the incoming president of the International Federation of wizards, took a step forward and recited the already prepared eulogy sentence by sentence.

The eulogy praises Dumbledore's noble spirit and outstanding achievements, Dumbledore's various major experiences and brilliant achievements in his life, and all the peace and hope Dumbledore has created for the whole magic world.

But in addition, Marca actually wants to hear some praise for Dumbledore's ordinary places, just as he always complains that he doesn't have much time to relax, or occasionally goes to the Quidditch game.

Because every great man has many unspeakable regrets behind him. I believe Dumbledore himself and hope more people know that he is also an ordinary old man sometimes.

While reciting the eulogy, the Mermaids under the lake also floated up with a crash. In the distance, those horsemen who will soon move out of the forbidden forest also looked sideways in the shadow of the trees, and even the owls in the shed rushed into the snow curtain.

When the eulogy was over and the aftersound had not been dispersed by the strong wind, Maka waved the staff again.

Suddenly, a wide purple Swan flannel was summoned by him out of thin air, flew steadily to Dumbledore's body between the wind and snow, and fell gently on him without being affected by the strong wind.

At the next moment, the regular runes on the top of Maka's staff suddenly appeared. At almost the same time, an ice blue streamer lightly wound around Dumbledore's body and swirled around the white marble table.

The dazzling brilliance enveloped the stone platform, and the ice crystals climbed and condensed from bottom to top, connecting Dumbledore, the stone table and the earth as a whole.

Soon, when Guanghua quietly dispersed, a transparent ice coffin with a trace of blue appeared in front of everyone. The ice coffin was not cold at all. It was as clear as crystal and as hard as diamond.

This ice coffin tomb cannot be broken without the power of the same level as the power of the first-class rules.

It was at the beginning of the coffin that countless arrow feathers rose from the edge of the Forbidden Forest and fell to the ground not far away. It was the horses paying tribute to the end of the funeral. At about the same time, the Mermaids also slowly sank to the bottom of the lake and gradually disappeared.

Although most of the Wizards present were surprised by Maka's wonderful magic, they also knew the importance of the funeral. Instead of making a fuss, they took the scene deeply into their hearts, and then leaned over to salute the ice coffin.

Maka also bowed with them, feeling a little empty in her heart.

However, what filled the emptiness in his heart was a large "black meteor" in the distant sky. Together with them, there are several huge black devil marks.

The snake body stretched out from the skull formed by the black fog, and his empty eyes looked directly at the funeral scene.

Maka suddenly raised her head and squinted at the sky.

"... thought he would come earlier!" he said to himself calmly.

"Maka," Professor McGonagall said immediately, "I'll ask other professors to put up a protective barrier immediately and everything will go according to the plan."

Maka nodded and then glanced around again.

The appearance of Voldemort disturbed many wizards present. Maybe some people will guess some, but most people don't think of this layer at all.

Most of the fights between Hogwarts and Voldemort were carried out in the open. Even if there are several public appearances in everyone's vision, the time is very short.

Ordinary wizards are always afraid of the arrival of the Dark Lord. Maka and MEG know it.

Wind and snow, become more manic.