Chapter 1693

When everyone had arrived, they arrived at the church near the cemetery through the door keys arranged in advance. After all, they were informed in advance that they needed to be active in Muggle society today, so they were not wearing their usual robes. Dumbledore also turned over his three piece suit when he was young.

While people are eating and drinking in the shop, Hermione is in charge of the front station.

The main reason is to deceive the pastor of the church to believe that the dead man is a devout believer, but he has always been abroad with his family and friends. This time, he returned to his hometown and the embrace of the Lord.

In short, they are all kinds of lies.

In fact, all the witches don't believe in God, and the catchphrase is "Merlin's beard". However, since they want to use the churchyard, it is necessary to perform here.

When people come, the ceremony can begin.

The pastor was a little queer about the family members who attended the ceremony because their clothes were almost twenty years old, and many of them didn't seem to understand what "amen" meant.

When they picked up the Bible, these people would tilt their heads and stare at him. They didn't know how to react. They had to rely on a few children to teach them.

If at any other time, the priest would have turned his back and turned people out, but this time it was different.

The relatives of the dead donated too much money to the church. Even if the person in this coffin is the reincarnation of Satan, it must be buried behind the church!

The priest continued the process with one eye open and one eye closed. He thought he would be the protagonist of the day. As usual, he was the main speaker of funerals.

However, at the end of the day, the relatives put flowers into the coffin and kiss the white face of the dead. After the beautiful pine coffin was covered, the seven black people who had been sitting in the back row suddenly stood up!

The men, with a confident smile on their faces, wore black suits and ties, and black and white shoes. The leader was wearing a top hat, while the other six wore boat hats, even with dark brown glasses in the room.

Then the priest closed his eyes and he didn't close his eyes.

The leading black man seemed to be used to such a scene. He walked to the priest and drew a cross on his chest: "praise my Lord. Can we take over next?"

The priest put the scriptures on the platform and lowered his voice: "from Ghana?"

"Well." The black man smiles and nods.

The priest grinned bitterly. He couldn't help it. The Lord of gold had such a request. All of us are believers of God. What can we do?

"He's yours."

Before 1957, the Republic of Ghana, then known as the gold coast, was a colony of the British Empire, from which the colonists plundered resources and slaves, sold them around the world, and brought faith and English.

Although Ghana's independence was later forced to be recognized and the Gold Coast slaves in Britain became freemen, their cultural traditions still retained their old habits.

For example, there are various coffins. Ghanaians like to customize their coffins to different appearances, such as looking like a car, looking like a cell phone, looking like a Coca Cola bottle, etc.

As long as the dead like it, their coffins can be any shape.

For example, since ancient times, Ghana has a custom of "mourning". They think that death is just a new beginning. The dead are like going out on a journey alone. Then the living must send their loved ones away happily.

Singing, dancing, drinking and eating around the coffin were the common processes of mourning there. They had paid attention to this long before they became colonies on the gold coast. However, they were colonized by Britain, and the funerals were mixed with some god worship rituals.

The priest, as a professional counterpart, certainly knows this, and he could have participated. After all, according to the custom of Ghana, even strangers who want to jump with them are welcome.

But I am old, and this is the residence of the Lord, so let it go.

"Amen."

The black man saluted with skillful movements, and then winked at several people behind him.

Six people suddenly scattered and grasped the bottom of the coffin. As soon as they exerted force, the wooden box flew high and landed on the shoulders of several people.

The leading black man held the walking stick he brought with his hands and put a pose. Then the magic music came from the small speaker he carried with him. Several people carried the coffin and went out with singing and dancing.

Only then did the minister notice that all the relatives of the deceased, except a little girl covering her face, were very interested and eager to try.

Forget it, let's go through the process and wait by the tomb.

After leaving the church, the professional team seemed to have released themselves. They began to carry the coffin and perform various fancy movements, such as flying the coffin up and down, or crawling on the ground with the coffin on their shoulders, or several people lying on the ground, putting the coffin on their shoulders and kicking their feet toward the sky.It's very slow, stop and go, and keep dancing.

This is the funeral process. Actually, it is the first time for them to dance with the coffin on their shoulders. Although they are professional funeral attendants, in the past, only a few people carried the coffin and others danced around the coffin.

But this time the employer had a special request, let them carry the coffin jump, for this to add a big price, also charter a plane to pick up.

The team leader thinks that this business can be done, and it is not difficult for a professional team like them to carry a coffin and dance. As long as we practice in Ghana with empty coffins and sand for two days, we can get it.

The music was cheerful and the sun was just right. The black people raised their heads and straightened their chests confidently.

Step, translation, rotation, perfect!

Dumbledore, who was following the coffin, wiped his eyes and said with emotion:

"ah, music and dance are always moving."

Sirius also broke his tears into a smile, he nodded: "you are right, headmaster, regullus has been fond of lively since childhood, and he will be happy today."

Frivy, who had already twisted to the music of the blacks, said as he learned to dance, "headmaster, if I die one day, can I have a Muggle funeral? I think my coffin will be lighter. "

"Good advice, Professor flyaway." Dumbledore also learned to twist a few times, to keep up with the music: "I think that should be given to every professor who has taught at Hogwarts."

Snape didn't jump, but his fingers could be seen shaking with the music, and the muscles in his face were twitching, as if restraining from laughing.

The Ron family all went dancing, and it was their first time to attend a Muggle like funeral. It was a novel and pleasant experience.

The people of the order of the Phoenix were not familiar with regullus. When they came to attend the funeral, Sirius contributed his ancestral home as a base. If it was such a serious funeral, no one would cry out, even pretending to mourn.

Now it's much better. Can't you cry or dance?

In this way, participating in the funeral gave Sirius face, and did not have to pretend to be sad.

Everyone present was very satisfied. Although they didn't say anything, they all thought that Professor Wilson, who helped to organize the funeral, was really a schemer...

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