Sometimes a lot can happen overnight, like the two nights when Maca went to the United States; And the same overnight, sometimes nothing happens, and the title page of dawn has been quietly opened.

Almost no one had ever been here that night, and no one knew where Maca had taken them or what they had done.

The next morning, the wind swept up the snow, spreading layers of frost on and off the Hogwarts campus, cold but clear.

Early that morning, Maca appeared in the auditorium as if nothing had happened, and sat down calmly in the faculty chair.

Today is the day of the public funeral, and the atmosphere in the auditorium is quite oppressive. Almost everyone wore dark or simply black gowns, solemn and solemn.

The same is true of Maca - his wizard's robes made from basilisk have a faint hint of green, but they are also close to black overall, and they are quite elaborate and heavy in style. It doesn't look obtrusive when worn on this occasion.

Professor McGonagall did not sit in the rector's chair today, as she had done the other day, and the throne-like seat in the center of the faculty chair was vacant to show respect and remembrance for the White Wizard who had sat on it.

Snape wasn't there, he had left the wizarding world in England for the United States since the students were on vacation. For him, taking Tia to follow the trail of his family must be much more important than attending this "hypocritical" funeral.

As for Hagrid, he wasn't in his seat at the moment—probably not in the mood to come over for breakfast, right? Maca didn't know, but judging from Hagrid's feelings for Dumbledore, he could guess more or less.

At the four long tables below, a large number of adult wizards sat in place of the young wizards, slightly crowded. Whether it's real or fake, at least they don't seem to have much appetite, just whispering and taking small bites of their breakfast.

In addition to Harry and Ron yesterday, a handful of students also came. There are twenty or thirty of these students, including those who stayed at Christmas.

Maca was able to tell Harry not to come, but she couldn't communicate with all the students. Although it was a holiday season, it would be unnatural for Dumbledore's funeral to be completely absent from the school.

However, it is worth mentioning that Young Master Draco Malfoy, who is usually low-key enough in front of him and low-key enough to have no sense of existence, is the only one in Slytherin present today.

To be honest, although this little young master is not very good-hearted, he is just a student.

Most of the reason behind his coming here was his father, Lucius Malfoy, and the wallgrass, Maca hadn't seen him for a long time. I don't know how much he was worse under Voldemort's hands, so much so that his son had to run back to school and forcibly stab him in front of Maca's eyes on such days.

The father and son Maca still know each other well, and if no one forces them, they will never want to get involved. Lucius, who had been in close contact with Maca and Voldemort, could not understand the danger of being caught in the middle?

Draco's appearance was undoubtedly a signal from Voldemort. Of course, he wasn't here to remind Maca that he was coming, and even if he was, it must not be the point. His behavior was intended to warn the "few smart people" present, and it was a kind of hidden deterrent.

And maybe just by the way, Voldemort also wanted to use Draco to provoke Maca. If that's the case, then he may have some other reliance this time.

In short, it will definitely not be peaceful today - including Maca, many parties are becoming more and more sure in their hearts.

Maca shook her head secretly, putting aside her thoughts for a moment. He picked up his knife and fork and gulped down his breakfast while maintaining a certain image of etiquette, prioritizing the things that would fill his stomach.

Mourning cannot be eaten. Pity for the living is more meaningful and valuable than for the dead - Dumbledore himself said.

After a few moments, when the vast majority of the people had put down their dishes, Professor McGonagall finally stood up. As she stopped, people who were still eating—like Maca—put their knives and forks on their plates, wiped their mouths, and looked at her.

The humming of the auditorium quickly calmed down.

"It's almost time," McGran said, "and I ask you to follow our professor and move to the grounds in front of the castle for a moment—"

With that, she turned her head to the side and bowed slightly to Maca's side. Maca nodded her head as well, indicating that she understood.

Immediately, he also got up under the gaze of the large number of wizards, and left his seat and walked to the porch of the side hall. Many people understood that Maca was the first to leave the table at this time, apparently to invite Albus Dumbledore's body out.

It wasn't until he was out of sight that everyone turned around and began to move out of the auditorium. Minerva McGonagall and the other professors half lead the way, while the other half stand at the end and wait to make sure everyone is in place outside.

Slughorn wore a gorgeous bright green gown embroidered with silver thread today, and it was clear that even a solemn funeral could not stop his heart. Now he's not a professor, so he's walking out with the guests at this moment, but it looks really eye-catching.

But those who know him will understand that this fat old man is actually expressing the solemnity of his heart in his own way.

Next to him was Mr. Scamander, who had been living at Hogwarts for the past few days. Compared to Slughorn, this respected magizoologist is much more austere.

Next to the door of the Great Hall, Filch, the gatekeeper, and Mrs. Pins, the librarian, were standing.

Filch was wearing an old-fashioned gray suit today, tight enough to make one wonder if he would strangle his own tie, and he smelled of mothballs. Mrs. Pince, on the other hand, wore a thick, long black mask, the lower edge of which even hung down to her knees.

I have to say that these two people have an alternative match when they stand together.

Gradually, everyone poured out of the auditorium in a fairly orderly manner, and after Mrs. Filch and Bians had walked out at the end, the last of the professors left behind followed suit.

Hufflepuff Dean Sprout, who usually doesn't care about the neatness of his appearance, is also rare to clean and clean today, and there is not even a patch on the wizard's robe and hat.

Today is a day that no one will take lightly.

……

At the same time, Maca was walking unhurriedly towards the fourth floor of the main fort.

He expertly navigated the constantly changing stairs of Hogwarts, sometimes walking slower, sometimes catching up a few steps, each time stepping in the right direction at the right time, never wasting time stopping to wait.

It wasn't long before he walked down the corridor on the fourth floor to the deepest part, in front of the heavy wooden door that he missed so much.

In his first year at Hogwarts, he and Harry had been here. At the time, there was a three-headed dog on the back of the door, and there were many levels behind it, as well as the Philosopher's Stone hidden at the bottom.

And now, Dumbledore's body rests there, using magic to maintain his former appearance.

Maca took out her staff and tapped it on the knocker, and as the light flashed on the door, the wooden door creaked open, revealing a spacious but empty storage room.

I saw him open the trapdoor on the ground with a wave of his hand, and jumped into it with a leap.

Right now, all the levels are gone, except for a few rooms and a wide pathway. Unhindered, he paused in the large room at the end and moved his gaze to the center of the room.

Dumbledore's body slumped up and down in a pillar of light that enveloped his body, strands of silver-white hair fluttering along with the silver-gray wizard's robes on his body, as if he were in a spring of light particles.

It was this old man who changed his life with a letter. In these few years, he has given himself all kinds of favors, but he has also caused himself a lot of troubles. If you ask what kind of feelings Maca has for him, I'm afraid it's more grateful.

After today, will you see his old face again?

"Professor, please!"

Maca said casually, but she was amused by herself.

Without further remembrance, he reached out his staff and waved his backhand, and Dumbledore's body immediately broke away from the pillar of light and slid lightly out of the door.

When Maca returned to the foyer, he did not go further to the Great Hall, but left through the castle gates.

The wind and snow outside were still very heavy and there was snow everywhere. As Marca exited the gate, she turned to the side, taking control of Dumbledore's body and heading towards the south side of the castle.

Today's funeral site is on the south side of the lake, and that will also be where Dumbledore is buried.

There is no precedent for a tomb to be set up on the grounds of a Hogwarts campus. There is no doubt that Dumbledore is the only one who can sleep in this land without opposition.

As Maka walked along the path long buried in snow with only a few footprints remaining, he saw a large figure standing solemnly by the lake in the distance.

Even in the wind and snow, none of them expressed dissatisfaction, but all of them stared at the body floating in front of Maca.

Countless snowflakes slipped quietly to the sides of the body as they reached the body, and none of them touched it.