Chapter 1599 Funeral Attendees

Likewise, Ron didn't show that he knew Percy was coming, just sliced ​​his smoked fish extra hard.

He worked extra hard, didn't eat it, and didn't know whether he imagined the piece of smoked fish to be Percy or Snape, who he hated so much anyway.

Over there at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle huddled together and whispered, looking around now and then.

Although both of them were tall and thick boys, without Malfoy's pale and slender figure in the middle, and without Malfoy giving orders, the two of them looked very lonely.

Like losing their brains, Crabbe and Goyle were completely stranded.

But in this situation, any malicious Slytherin will not do bad things, and it is the wisest choice to stay honest.

Across the long table in Slytherin, Ivan looked around and found Sirius in the shadows near the auditorium door.

He didn't wait outside at the funeral, and he didn't join in the depressing breakfast, Sirius insisted on being responsible for the security of the funeral.

While the odds were low, everyone was terrified that Voldemort would show up at the funeral.

Ivan couldn't help thinking wildly, if Voldemort suddenly appeared in Hogwarts...

At this moment, Professor McGonagall stood up, and the mournful whispers in the auditorium immediately fell silent.

"It's almost time," she said, "follow your Headmaster to the grounds, and the Gryffindors will follow me."

Alvin stood up and followed the team forward.

They came out in a single file from behind the benches, hardly making a sound.

Standing at the head of the Slytherin line was Slughorn, in a splendid emerald green embroidered with silver thread.

Next to him, Professor Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff, was also dressed more neatly than ever, with not a single patch on his hat.

There is also Professor Flitwick, who is wearing a purple salute with blue lace, but Ivan can't see him now.

In fact, everyone puts on their most stately and formal attire.

When they walked to the foyer, Ivan also found Mrs. Pince standing beside Filch, wearing a thick black mask that fell to her knees.

Filch wore an old-fashioned suit and tie, and reeked of mothballs.

Everyone went out of the castle gate and came outside. They were heading towards the lake.

It was one of the most beautiful and pleasant days in summer, the weather was fine, the sun was shining warmly, and there were thousands of chairs in rows on the open space in front of the lake.

Half of the seats were already filled with people, and they were all kinds of people: some were blond, some had oriental faces; some were ragged, some were neat and tidy;

Most of them are unknown to Aiwen, but some strangers are familiar to him. He has seen their portraits and names in various magic books.

These people are all accomplished in various fields of magic, and they all know Dumbledore well.

On the outermost side of the chair, all the other members of the Order of the Phoenix sat there, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Fleur, Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the madman who had not fully recovered. Eye-catching Moody.

And Tonks, her hair miraculously turned brilliant pink again.

Beside her was Remus Lupine, with whom Tonks held hands.

Perhaps it was because of the death of the rogue Fenrir Greyback and Lupine's revenge; or because of what Lupine and Tonks went through together in the battle a few days ago; or...

Anyway, suddenly, Lupine, who had been avoiding Tonks for so long, suddenly accepted her, which brought Tonks to life, as shown by the color of her hair.

By the way, there are Hagrid and Madam Maxime, the two of them are particularly eye-catching, occupying the positions of about five to six people.

Hagrid was very depressed, and Madam Maxime was whispering something to him.

In addition, Ivan also saw Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, the thick-haired double bass player in the Weird Sisters singing group, Ern Pulan, a knight bus driver, and Mo Jin from the Diagon Alley Robe Store. Ma'am, the witch pushing the trolley on the Hogwarts Express.

And, of course, the waiter at the Hog's Head, Dumbledore's brother: Aberforth Dumbledore.

There was no expression on his face, and he sat there very low-key, and no one else seemed to know his identity except Ivan.

On the left, the vampires are all there, next to them are the Hogwarts ghosts.

They are barely visible in direct sunlight and are only recognizable when walking around, glowing illusory in the bright air.

By the lake, the centaur Firenze stood like a sentinel, and Sirius was already standing beside him.

Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Elaine, Gabriel, Ginny, and Ron sat in the last few seats of the row of chairs by the lake in turn.

People were talking to each other in whispers like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the birds were singing loudly.

The crowd was still pouring in, including Hogwarts students and wizards who came in from outside the school.

Cornelius Fudge walked past them toward the front row, scowling, twirling his cuckold hat as usual.

Later, Ivan saw Rita Skeeter, she was sitting in an inconspicuous position, holding a crimson notebook in her red paw-like hand, on which the gorgeous green quill was constantly writing What.

Noticing Ai Wen's gaze, she smiled awkwardly, her eyes dodged, but the sliding quill didn't stop.

Immediately afterwards, there was a suppressed angry roar from Harry, Hermione touched Ivan, he turned his head, and saw Umbridge who hadn't seen him for a long time.

She was sitting among the officials of the Ministry of Magic, with a black velvet butterfly in her iron-brown hair, and no expression of sadness could be seen on that toad's face.

Umbridge seemed to have recovered from the huge pain, at least there was nothing wrong with it on the surface, but she had been carefully peeking at the Forbidden Forest not far away, as if she was afraid that something would rush in from inside. come out......

Finally, everyone was seated.

At the head of everyone, Scrimgeour was with Professor McGonagall, with the other big shots sitting beside them.

Scrimgeour looked dark, dignified, and stately.

Ivan doesn't know how he spent these days, but judging from the news that has come out so far, the situation in the Ministry of Magic is a mess.

It would have been much worse if Voldemort hadn't planned to mess up before Dumbledore's funeral was over.

If so, he should feel sad for Dumbledore's departure, right?