After the apparitions, the Hogwarts students and professors lined up to enter the temple in an orderly manner. People were whispering to each other, their voices sounding like a gentle breeze blowing through the grass. The cawing of the ravens overhead was particularly loud.
Only the wizards in blue Ravenclaw magic robes were not led by the professors. Without saying a word, they followed behind the other apparitions and sat in the seating area specially prepared for the Hogwarts students in the temple. Since Allen was trying to reduce the conflict between the academies, the seats in the temple were not divided according to the academies.
Professor Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, had never been so neat and tidy before. Even though the professors had changed into their ancient-style magic robes and there were no patches on her hat, she had never seen a robe without mud on her hem.
Professor Snape, who was at the front of the Slytherin team, seemed to be holding the air with one of his hands under his magic robe sleeve. This was a personal habit that he had developed recently, and it made his cloak bulge up, making him look more like an old bat.
Professor Mag of Gryffindor was also dressed in black today. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was pale. Apart from Justice, this old witch who had always been strong and brave had never looked so fragile before.
Apart from the deans, Professor Kerry Bubaji of Muggle Studies and Mrs. Irma Pins, who was in charge of the library, were also wearing a thick black mask that hung down to their knees. She stood beside Agus Filch, the school administrator who was dressed like a wizard from head to toe. The hand that they held under their robes showed their relationship, even though there was a big age gap between them.
"Other than Professor Sprout, Professor Fleevy was also very nice to me. He was never impatient with my academic problems. He and Professor Mag even helped me persuade my grandma to let me study in the magic class. He even gave me a little cake that could dance …" Neville of Gryffindor sat on the chair and wiped the corner of his eyes. His eyes were red, and he was sobbing softly. He muttered to Professor Fleevy beside him, "My Lai Fu went to the choir. He's one of them."
Emily brought Laura, Pency, and her boyfriend Draco to sit down as well. When she heard Neville's conversation, she recalled that she saw Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Augusta Longbottom's hat with a specimen of a vulture on it. It was obvious that the old witch was prejudiced against the magic class because she failed the magic class in the past. She thought that the class was not worth learning and was just a kind of skillful method. However, she still came to attend the funeral of Neville's magic class professor.
"Other than his background, Professor Fleevy is indeed impeccable. Although he's not as meticulous as Professor Sprout who's always nice to the students of other academies, he's indeed very patient when it comes to anyone's questions about knowledge." Pency's curly hair swayed slightly. She secretly glanced at Emily's expression. When she recalled that Emily and Professor Fleevy got along very well because of Allen, she purposely raised her voice and praised.
"Except for that big guy, the professors in Hogwarts are all pretty good." Draco glanced at Hagrid who occupied two seats and Mrs. Maxim who occupied three seats in disdain. He crossed his arms and listened to the discussion around him. "However, Professor Fleevy was indeed willing to give private tutoring to those two idiots, Gower and Crabbe … to prevent them from repeating a year …" After he finished speaking, he sniffed and sniffled. Then, he turned his face away and raised his voice as if he was just feeling a little sore in his throat. "Emily, Allen will definitely come back for revenge, right?"
At this time, three short sprites walked past Draco to the seats next to him. These pointy-eared sprites seemed to be very sad for Professor Fleevy. They did not gloat as they usually did for wizards. From the moment they entered the temple, their hairy fingers pinched their tall hats in front of their chests.
"Maybe they're Fleevy's relatives …" Harry thought of the rumor about Fleevy. However, he did not look down on this mixed-blood at all. He took off his glasses and grabbed the corner of his shirt to wipe the fog off.
"I can still clearly remember how Professor Fleevy looked when we first met. I still remember how Professor Fleevy demonstrated the movements in the Magic Spell class." Ron wiped the corners of his red eyes hard. "Professor Fleevy is not lacking in courage … At least the horse dung was right. I don't know which damn country was involved in this terrorist attack. We must take revenge … Why didn't he come back as a ghost and tell us who the murderer was?"
"Ron, you're too extreme now. A person like Professor Fleevy would definitely walk the path of death bravely instead of returning to the human world as a ghost." Jenny sighed. "I've never seen Professor Mag lose her composure like that. She cried in front of us the other day … And she looks so haggard today."
"Professor Mag and Professor Flick have become close friends because of their similar experience of being assigned to different departments and being assigned to opposite departments." Seamus poked his head out and said, "Also, Professor Fleevy's case is not that simple. His belongings were protected by some kind of energy. I think it was left behind by the murderer … My mother didn't listen to the school's arrangement and went to watch the competition. She was crazy … Luna saved her … You don't know how powerful she was that day!"
"It must be Allen who gave her a private lesson …" Ron nodded. "You saw Harris's performance that day …" He paused and said hatefully, "I hope they can make Germany pay for what they did this time. Professor Fleevy didn't leave much homework either …"
At this moment, a choir sang under the statue of Ravenclaw in the auditorium. The guests' discussion temporarily stopped.
These singing wizards were not only the current members of the Hogwarts Choir, but also the wizards who had graduated from the choir. Therefore, the group was very large.
Neville's Raffles was in the arms of Luna, who was standing at the side, and Helena was floating behind her quietly. Luna was also dressed normally today, which was rare. She didn't wear those crazy strange clothes, but just a black magic robe. Raffles, whose back was golden and covered with small warts, was very conspicuous in her arms.
"Double, double, hard work and trouble, the fire is burning, the pot is bubbling, some evil things are coming from this side ~ The salamander's eyeballs, the toad's toes, the bat's hair and the dog's tongue, the viper's tongue and the blind bug's sting, the lizard's leg and the owl's wing ~" Luna sang with her big eyes wide open.
"Cuba!" Raffles's small black eyes were wide open. With Luna's singing, the originally unpleasant frog croak sounded very harmonious.
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