Gropp saw that many people were looking at him. Although his social skills had improved a lot after a few years of learning, he still felt a little shy when he saw so many people. He held the cake and curled up, not knowing what to do. He tried to hide behind his mother.
Fridwafa squinted her yellow-spotted eyes, noticing Alan who didn't even turn his head. She clearly felt that the atmosphere wasn't right, and she knew that she was only able to live until now because of the Elixir of Immortality bestowed by the other party. Thus, she hurriedly reached out her hand full of age spots and grabbed Hagrid's clothes by the back of his neck. She tugged hard and ordered in a low voice, "Stop, Hagrid, now is not the time."
Madam Maxim, who was tall and burly, was hugged by Hagrid. At first, she couldn't reject him, but after hearing her mother-in-law's shout, she instantly realized that they were in public and in a situation like this.
Therefore, Madam Maxim began to struggle and pushed Hagrid's rough face away. She was much stronger and bigger than Hagrid, so she easily broke free from his embrace. Hagrid innocently stared at his fiancée with his beady eyes. Madam Maxim stood up straight. Although her face was red, she still pretended as if nothing had happened and explained the situation to Hagrid.
Hagrid stared blankly at Madam Maxim, the small part of his face revealed a blank expression. "Professor Fleevy? … How is that possible? He's the Professor of Spells! "
Hagrid's loud voice finally made everyone understand what was going on.
"I've heard of Professor Fleevy before. He was the champion of the dueling tournament … What a pity."
"It's such a pity that such an excellent professor died so young …"
"This isn't just a loss to Britain, it's a loss to the entire international community …"
Regardless of whether the wizards really admired Professor Fleevy or wanted to curry favor with Harris, they began to praise Fleevy's achievements and sighed loudly to express their sorrow.
The wizards were all talking at once, making the place very noisy for a moment.
Allen, who was aware of the discussions around him, finally came back to his senses. He frowned impatiently but did not stop them. Instead, he took out a glass bottle from his pocket and let the ashes fly into the bottle as if they were attracted by the attraction. He reached out and straightened the pocket-sized staff and robe as if they were fragile objects. He carefully put them away along with the bottle into his pouch.
After that, Allen nodded to the other families as a sign of farewell and disappeared.
This sudden and terrible disaster quickly spread to all parts of the world. Those wizards who did not watch the live broadcast also learned about this fact from various channels. Almost every country that came to participate in the International Wizard Duel Competition suffered casualties. Although many people left the competition early because of the attack on Allen and Harris before the explosion of the flames, an attack that caused thousands of people to lose their names and injured more than ten thousand people was unprecedented in the history of magic.
The sorrow and shadow this brought was like a demon that hovered in the hearts of the wizards who lost their friends and family. Even the wizards who escaped the disaster felt heavy when they thought of their friends and other victims. This became a shadow and nightmare that they couldn't get rid of.
Amidst the cries and mourning, people could feel the weight of life even more deeply. The painful price and the sad memories caused many countries to use silent prayers, parades, chants, and drum performances to remember and mourn more deeply.
Among them, the one that received the most attention was the funeral of Professor Filius Fleevy that was about to be held in the United Kingdom.
The funeral was scheduled for three days after the explosion in the dueling arena in Greece. The time was announced early, and many invitations were sent out.
On the day of the funeral, all entertainment activities in the floating city and even the United Kingdom were ordered to stop. The United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts gave everyone a day off to make it easier for the wizards to attend the solemn funeral of Professor Fleevy at the Ravenclaw Temple.
Delegations from various countries, including some ministers, had already arrived at the floating city a day before the funeral.
Regardless of their status, the wizards who came to attend the funeral were all dressed in black. Under the guidance of the clerics of the Ravenclaw Temple, they walked into the temple.
It was very quiet in the temple. No one made any noise.
Most of the media that loved to capture news in the past were not able to enter the temple this time. Only the official "Daily Prophet" and Harris Television Station were quietly recording the entire process.
Thousands of benches were arranged in the temporarily enlarged temple. There was an aisle in the middle of the benches, and a marble table in front of it. All the chairs were facing it.
Of course, the Ravenclaw Temple did not use black to mourn a mortal. Instead, it maintained its original style. The curtains that fluttered in front of the tall windows were blue. However, because it was a funeral for the dean of the Ravenclaw Academy, the ravens that used to roam freely were gathered in the temple. The cawing of the ravens that came from the ceiling made the funeral seem more solemn and sorrowful.
* Dong Dong! *
The dull and distant sound of a bell rang out in the temple. It was not a sharp sound, but the entire floating city seemed to be enveloped by this distant sound.
After receiving the signal to enter, the wizards quietly walked into the temple. No one wanted to break the solemnity and tranquility.
There were all kinds of people. Some were well-dressed, some were neat, some were young, and some were old. The high-ranking officials from various countries had solemn expressions. Although some of them had never seen Professor Fleevy before, it did not stop them from showing grief.
Some of Fleevy's foreign friends, such as Leonard, also came to attend the funeral. They brought photos of themselves with Professor Fleevy or other souvenirs. Some members of the Order of the Phoenix also came, including Dumbledore, Kingsley, Professor Lupin, Sirius … In addition, Tom, the owner of the Broken Cauldron Bar, the hairy bass player of the Weird Sisters, and Madam Morkin of the Diagon Alley Robe Store …
The ghosts in the castle also came under the leadership of Helena. They were almost invisible in the dazzling sunlight outside. Only when they walked could they be recognized by the biting cold. Illusory lights flashed in the bright air. The ghosts opened a path for the wizards in the Hogwarts and Fleevy's students.
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