"...I have been poured out now, and the time has come for me to die. I have fought the good fight. I have run out of the way. I have kept the faith. From then on, there will be justice. The crown is left for me, and it will be given to me by the Lord who judges righteously on that day. It is given not only to me, but also to all those who love his appearance, Amen."
In the solemn church, the elderly pastor finished the long eulogy, and a dozen old people in black clothes raised their heads which had been hanging slightly.
Sitting at the forefront is an elderly nun. Although her face is full of wrinkles and spots, her waist is still straight, and her face is not as kind as an old woman should be. On the contrary, she is serious and cold, which is daunting.
"It is really a wrong choice to let you be a pastor. If you read a simple eulogy like this, Green will start scolding you again if you know what to do."
Hearing the nun's ridicule, the priest on the stage put down the Bible in his hand.
"I have said that I am not this piece of material, so isn't it the right time for you to come to mourn the eulogy?"
The nun shook her head.
"I am a nun in the church and cannot do the work of a pastor."
The pastor twitched the corners of his mouth, wanted to laugh but didn't have the guts, so he could only mutter silently in his heart.
I'm a fake pastor for a day, not as good as you, a fake nun who has been for more than 40 years.
"Well, we can sing hymns to see Green off." The nun commanded.
The old people present stood up tremblingly from the seats. Some of them were too old to be able to straighten their waists, and even their teeth were all lost.
But even the oldest old man stood up with his cane at this moment.
They sang hymns together, and the old singing echoed in this small church, adding a touch of solitude to the already empty church.
The singing ended, but no one sat down.
The silence lasted for more than a minute before the nun spoke slowly.
"Today, another old friend has left us forever. During the forty-five years of living here, Green was the 23rd who passed away, but his deeds were like the 22 colleagues who left us before him. The same, will be remembered forever in the bottom of our hearts, until the last of us gets old."
She held her head high and solemnly recited the faith she had never forgotten for forty-five years.
"For the greater good!"
The old people said in unison.
"For the greater good!"
The old voice is still loud, but like the sound of a twilight bell in the evening, it will eventually fall silent with time.
They lined up and walked to the high platform one by one, offering parting gifts to the old friends lying in the coffin.
The coffin was eventually carried away by the family of the deceased old man. Some of the old people were married, but they were taken away by the family. There are those who are not married, their legs and feet are already unsuccessful, and they are supported by their bodies and sent back home.
The nun stood just like that, silently watching them leave one by one, and finally shouted three people.
"Smith, Simon, Leon, you stay."
Hearing her voice, a **** with a cane, a fat man with a beard, and a thin old man who had just taken off the priest's clothes on the high platform, stopped his movements and steps, and gathered around the nun.
"What's the matter Rozier? The cows in my ranch have not had time to feed the forage tonight. They can't stay here for too long." Simon, the fat man with a beard on his face, grumbled.
"A wizard has come here." Sister Rozier said calmly.
suddenly, like a thunder on the ground, the three old men present were stunned.
It took a long time for some of them to come back to their senses.
Leon, the fake priest, was a little nervous, he stammered.
"Also, any wizards dare to come here?"
"There are wizards who dare to come here!"
The person who repeated what he said was the old lame man named Smith.
is not as nervous as Leon. He has five senses and a high voice. He seems to be quite hardcore.
Rozier sat back on the chair, and she glanced at the cross on the high platform.
"A wizard entered here two days ago. He has strong magic power and is an adult wizard. This afternoon, another wizard came here. His magic power is weak but vigorous. He should be a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. Adult wizard."
"What do they dare to come here for?" Simon said incredulously.
Rozier glanced at this foolish boy, took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes, lit himself up, and there was a cloud of fog in the church, without the clergy's awe of the Lord.
Although Leon is a little less courageous, he is the most clever person here, his face is a little pale, and he mutters.
"What we need to care about now is not why they have the guts to come here, but to figure out whether their purpose is for us."
Simon glared at him, seemingly unpleasant to him.
"It's all here, everyone is ordinary, you are afraid of a fart!"
Leon blushed to defend himself.
"I’m not worried about the old friends who have already gotten married! The Ministry of Magic and the British Muggle government are in contact. How to live!"
Rozier flicked the soot, frowned at the two of them, and said coldly.
"Get out of the noise, don't disturb the Lord's purity."
The two old men shrunk their necks in fright, and closed their mouths, but they didn't know what they were muttering in their hearts.
"As long as we don't get out of this city, the Ministry of Magic will not come to trouble us again. This is what Dumbledore promised us before."
Rozier has defined the matter. Although he is an enemy, he has to admit that Dumbledore is impeccable in terms of credibility.
"Then we don't care about anything right now?" The old men looked at the nun eagerly waiting for her to make up his mind.
Rozier looked at the cross as if in a daze, but also as if watching something.
"You have to have one of you go over and see what they are going to do, and then talk about the next thing."
The three old men looked at each other.
"You are going to take care of the cows on your farm. Smith is a lame man and it is inconvenient to move. I will go." Leon, the timidest, said instead.
Simon shook his head.
"Those cows are fine even if they are hungry. You used to be the trump card among us. There were too many wizards who knew you before. If you were recognized in the past, it would be bad if you were to kill the snakes. I will go."
Smith, who has not been involved in their topic, knocked on the floor with his cane, stopping their humility.
"Shut up!" He yelled irritably, "What are you fighting for! I'm a lame man. This status makes it easier to put people down. There is nothing wrong with my family, I will go!"
said, he put on his hat and limped outside the church with his cane.
Rozier pinched out the cigarette **** and sneered.
"Just go like this? Do you know where they are?"
Smith froze in place and turned around with a black face.
"Where are they?"
"They are all near the bar on Marlton Road. The temperament of wizards is different from that of Muggles, pay attention to distinguish."
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