Chapter 395 Elegy

Hogwarts, depression is as dusk.

The memory of the whole London was eliminated by that rain, but the haze of death did not disappear, but moved to Hogwarts.

The entire school is in a state of low pressure.

Demstrong's black ship left on the third day. In Draco's words, they were just a stray dog, and they returned to their own doghouse as if they were escaping.

Busbaton's carriage was still there. Although they didn't say anything, everyone already felt that they might wait until the [Funeral] ended before leaving.

One night, Professor Trelawney was drunk again with her Shirley wine, and shouted during class that she had predicted it long ago during the first duel.

She said the prophecy she made at the time, “Muen Jones will die at the competition she hosted.”

Her words caused several students to smash the crystal ball to the ground on the spot, and at the same time, cursing with the most vicious words, he directly sued her to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had to seriously warn Trelawney that if she couldn't control herself, she would ask her to keep the minimum silence.

In fact, some students' angry expressions were just too light to warn her and should be driven out of the school directly.

At worst, just take this stupid divination class.

The course on Dark Magic Defense has entered a pause, and it is rumored that Snape is already trying to apply to Dumbledore as a professor in the course, but Dumbledore refused.

The fourth day after the [London Incident].

At noon, the auditorium.

Furong came to Slytherin's long table. Her face was very pale and she didn't look energetic, but she still made people around her look sideways frequently.

However, she did not care about these gazes, but came to someone who kept poking the sausage with a fork.

"Mr. Malfoy, have you seen Harry?" Furrong asked.

"No." Draco shook his head: "No one knows where he is, he didn't even attend classes."

"His he left Hogwarts?" Furrong asked.

"No." Draco replied casually: "If it's okay, just do it."

"Sorry." Furong said, not knowing why she apologized, but reached out and placed a small sculpture on Slytherin's long table.

"This is a gift from my sister to him, which was originally intended to celebrate his championship, but no matter what, maybe it can give him a comfort."

On the table, there is a small, but slightly thicker kitten wood carving, which is very rough in craftsmanship, but also very attentive.

"If I meet him, I will hand it over to him." Draco nodded and put away the things.

Meet him. When will you meet him?

Draco didn't know either. The only thing he could be sure of was that Harry didn't leave school, but that's all.

If you want to find him, you can only wait for him to come out.

Maybe it must be the day when the funeral begins.

The funeral is on the seventh day.

The weather is very good. It's March, the sun is getting warmer and brighter, and it's brighter and brighter, full of blue sky and white clouds.

Draco, Crab and Gore came to the auditorium together.

Today I didn’t have any class, and all the students came here.

"My mother said. The board is going to find an opportunity to put pressure on Dumbledore." Crab muttered in a low voice.

"On Easter, I guess I'll have to have a holiday. When the holiday is over, maybe not everyone will come to school."

"My father said the same thing. He said the situation is a bit turbulent now, so I will talk about it after I go back."

After the two of them finished talking, they looked at Draco again.

"Draco, where are you?"

Logically speaking, with this kind of news, Draco was the first thing they got.

"I don't know." Draco shook his head, "Look at it again."

How could he know how to go in the future? If there was anything I didn’t understand before, I just asked, but now he doesn’t know.

Maybe you don’t have the talent of a leader? He thought to himself.

The next moment, his thoughts were interrupted by a back. He was standing at the door of the auditorium, looking up and talking to Pipi Ghost.

"What do you mean when you say she is gone?" Harry asked seriously.

"It's just gone. It's so damn. I've wanted to find you for a long time, but you're missing." said one of the rare Pipi ghosts.

"Sister, she has the same attributes as me. We cannot leave Hogwarts. If we leave, we will die directly!"

Harry frowned, he looked at Pipi Ghost, surprised the other party's concern for Miss Cinderel, and nodded solemnly.

"I will help you find her, but in the future. Maybe. Maybe she will come out today."

"Just like you?" Pipi looked at Harry.

Harry nodded and smiled helplessly.

After the conversation with Pipi Ghost, he turned around and looked at Draco.

The two of them just nodded, and didn't say much, and walked into it together.

Draco also handed the small wood carving to Harry.

Harry looked at it, put it in his pocket, and smiled.

Soon, they met Hermione, Ron and Neville in the auditorium.

"Harry!" Hermione looked at the person who had disappeared for a week anxiously and angrily.

"What the hell are you?" she asked.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep this week. Every time she closes her eyes, Harry runs out stupidly to find Voldemort and dies outside the school.

"Hey, I'm fine." Harry spread his hands and smiled. "I just slept for a night, that's all, okay?"

Hermione looked at the smile on Harry's face and fell into a moment of silence before nodding.

"All right."

In the guest chair, Dumbledore was not present, and it was obvious that Professor McGonagall who is in charge of the overall situation is now in charge.

After lunch, she stood up and tapped her wand on her throat:

"It's almost time! Please follow your dean to the venue. Come with me in Gryffindor's classmates."

They lined up and walked out from behind the bench, making little noise.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Draco asked.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head: "Maybe he's busy with things outside the school."

They walked out of the gate, came to the stone steps, and walked towards the direction of the Black Lake. Finally, I came to an empty grass by the lake, a place with hundreds of chairs arranged.

There is an aisle in the middle of the chair, with a marble table in front, all of which face it.

Many chairs were full of people. Harry bet that if you dare to come here now, one of them can be considered as Voldemort's killing list.

Bojin Bock, a series of politicians or Aurors from the Ministry of Magic’s Cat Party, as well as Rita Skit, etc.

The Weasleys are here, as well as Lupin and Sirius.

There were also Boothbaton's students. When Furong saw him, she stood up and waved to the side. Harry also raised his hand and greeted the other party.

There is also Mrs. Maxim, who alone occupies space for three chairs.

Finally, all the staff have sat down. Harry could see Sclinger sitting in the front row with Professor McGonagall, looking solemn and grand.

Harry also stood up and left the team.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked.

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco in confusion.

"I have to sit in front, man," Harry explained.

Draco looked at Harry twice before nodding in silence.

"Okay."

In the first row, he was Snape on the left and the right was empty, perhaps that was Dumbledore's position.

After everyone sat down, the music started.

A music that doesn't fit in the way, Queen's rock music.

It's so damn it's like this is the song that Uncle Mu En personally chose.

Harry had heard this song many times, but at this time he couldn't remember what the song was called.

Dumbledore appeared, holding the body, wrapped in purple velvet covered with Venus.

Harry looked at the body being held by Dumbledore in peace.

Humph—

A huge sound came from behind, it was Hagrid.

His nose was blowing loudly, and his eyes were red in a crack.

Weird rock music, huge unpredictable sound of blowing your nose.

Somehow, Harry's chest bulged, as if he couldn't hold back his feelings of laughter.

But at this moment, the music stopped, and he had to quickly withdraw the emotion he had just now, turn his face, and look forward again.

Dumbledore also placed his body on the front, the white stone brick plane, and then sat in the empty seat at the beginning.

Sclinger stood up, he came to the front and then began to speak.

They were close, but Harry still couldn't hear what he was saying. Occasionally, a few words passed by hundreds of heads and floated behind.

"Educator successful scholar. Selfless wizard."

Sclinger finished speaking and pointed his hand at Harry.

Harry stood up, stood in front, put his hands in front of him, and again passed the draft of the belly again in the gap between applause.

Professor Jones is undoubtedly gentle. Compared to his achievements in newspapers, I want to express his changes to students like me.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

He is committed to getting students out of the magic world and focusing on changing the world - not just the magic world.

In fact—

Harry's memories of the abdomen were interrupted.

"I don't know, I have to ask Porter, maybe he knows a lot." Ritaskit didn't know who he was whispering to.

"If I wanted to write an article about Muen Jones, then I could only ask Porter, about Jones' past, I think no one knows except him."

Rita didn't know that Harry had heard his whispers cleanly.

Harry nodded in his heart.

Asking me is indeed the right choice, about Uncle Muen, I—

Suddenly, he felt a sense of nausea, and the feeling was stinging along the way.

Harry suddenly looked up and looked at the sun.

After March, the weather is getting better and better.

It's so dazzling, this sun.

How could such a good weather make you mock?

He felt that the sun was not necessarily coming out today, but such a good weather was necessary.

He felt annoyed inexplicably.

Uncle Mu En always mentioned his teacher and a brother named Har.

Sometimes, Uncle Mu En often tells the story of him being a pirate.

These are all things Rita, not even Dumbledore knew about.

But

Who is his teacher?

Who is Hal?

What story did he have when he was a pirate?

What about those wonderful battles?

What wonderful adventures have you had?

He suddenly found that he had so many questions and hadn't asked Uncle Mu En. He suddenly realized that he had never known Uncle Mu En as much as he imagined.

Then, a terrible fact hit him, and this fact was clearer at this moment than at any other time.

Uncle Muen is gone.

This terrible fact once again made him spasm and twitch all over his body. In physiological terms, it is called somaticization.

But Harry felt that maybe he had just eaten his stomach?

In short, the pain in his body suddenly made him unable to say a word - it must be a pain in his body, and it must be a stomachache.

He suddenly, in full view of everyone, and in everyone's ears. The abdomen that had been typing for a long time could not be expressed in a word. It was just because of the severe pain that his face was expressionless and his eyes gradually became wet.

A tear flowed out from the corner of his eyes.

Then, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and forced his stinging throat.

"Sorry. I. I have anything to say."

He then turned and left without even returning to his seat.

Along the way, he quickly returned to the empty castle, constantly rubbing the ring on his fingers.

In confusion and chaos, he didn't know where he had gone.

Only after he realized that he had come to the office of Professor Dark Magic Defense.

After standing outside the door for a long time, he pushed open the door and walked into it.

All the decorations in the office were as usual, not even dust, a small cabinet full of records, a phonograph, and a cabinet for drinking.

Even now, as soon as he stepped into the office, the phonograph automatically rotated and played the music.

There are also office desks stacked with homework and fireplace behind the table.

Next to the fireplace is a pile of firewood, and there are many embers inside the fireplace.

On the wall, the spring painting is still there.

It’s just that there is no Muen, no Lucifer, and no Cinder.

They don't know where they went.

He came to the desk in silence without saying a word.

Crunch-

The door was opened again, and a familiar footstep sounded.

It's Snape's.

He walked slowly and came to Harry's face, staring at him with snake-like eyes, bringing a different kind of pressure.

"Dumbledore and Minerva are both too gentle," he said in a low voice.

"The old guy always said 'Oh, let him digest his emotions alone, let's not bother him'."

Harry didn't answer him, he just pretended that Snape didn't exist and just picked up the photo on the table.

That was a group photo taken on Halloween before.

At that time, Neville had just cracked a case of human traffickers and brought back many students.

In the photo, Uncle Mu En stood at the center, and around him were familiar friends.

He still remembers that Uncle Mu En said at that time that he wanted to take two pictures, one with a cat head and the other with his original appearance.

Suddenly, Snape stretched out his hand and took the photo away and took it on the desk. Then he grabbed his wrist with both hands, pulled it and shook him.

"You can act like a man!" Snape said angrily.

He let go of Harry, and then straightened his face, slap him in the face with a regret.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Is this the only thing you will do after you lose Mu En? Cry like a woman?"

He lowered his head, looked straight at Harry, and said in a weak tone, "Oh~ What should I do, what should I do?"

"absurd!"

As he said that, he grabbed Harry's collar with a fierce expression.

"If you lose Muen can't do anything. Then you don't deserve everything he gives you now!"

"If Mu En appears, it will not change you at all. It can only prove that you are a complete waste."

After saying that, he shook Harry away and walked outside.

Bang--

The door was smashed and closed, shaking the entire office.

Harry watched Snape disappear and leaned weakly on the table.

The phonograph was still rotating, playing the song.

Harry remembered this song. Last year, Fred George played a movie for everyone, and this was an episode.

Hello darkness my old friend

The low singing accompanied by the only guitar sound, slowly flowing in this cramped and dark little room.

He came to the gramophone and wanted to stop it.

Then, his hands froze in the air, and he looked at a small ornament next to the gramophone in disbelief.

It was a golden pendant, with an hourglass look.

His breathing gradually became heavy, and his hands could not help but deflect. Then he picked up the small hourglass and began to twist it.

da, da, da, da, da, da —

A total of seven turns.

A total of seven days.