At this moment, an inner door of the temple was opened by the wizards, announcing the start of the funeral.
The owner of the Hogwarts, Allen Harris, was walking slowly along the aisle between the seats. Ahn-Kha was standing on his shoulder, his golden tail feather hanging down in front of him. He was holding a jar that was carved out of a whole piece of crystal. The ashes in the half-empty jar bounced slightly as Allen walked.
Some of the wizards who saw this scene felt uncomfortable. Using a transparent jar to show everyone Professor Flive's ashes was a strange Ravenclaus style. They couldn't figure out what was going on. It didn't make sense, and it was disrespectful to the deceased.
Professor Mag, who always liked to follow the rules, nodded with satisfaction. Only wizards who knew Fleevy well enough could understand Allen's intention. As the president of the Ravenclaw Academy, who was greedy for knowledge, Fleevy would not want to stay in a dark, enclosed space after his death.
Katie and another priest behind Allen were holding trays with Professor Fleevy's magic robe and staff floating in the glass.
The ravens on the ceiling seemed to have an organization. They followed Allen all the way until he walked to the wide table in the middle and carefully placed the crystal jar on the stone table. The ravens circled clockwise around the stone table and then flew to some of the pillars at the top of the temple, quietly waiting for the funeral to begin.
Now, the choir of the temple and the choir of the Hogwarts were singing sad music together. Affected by the atmosphere, many people were crying silently, their faces covered with tears.
Allen, who was already pale, closed his eyes when he put down the crystal jar. His hands with blue knuckles rested on the crystal jar for a long time before he let go, as if the crystal jar had taken away all the warmth of the day.
All the priests in the temple stood on both sides facing the crystal jar. The sad music stopped, and the wind blew through the doors and windows, leaving a few long sobs.
Allen's voice sounded in the silent temple, and instantly caught the ears of all the listeners. Apart from mentioning "Master Spellcaster" and "Duel Champion" at the beginning, he did not talk too much about Professor Fleevy's life achievements like other well-known wizards' funerals.
Instead, he talked about how Fleevy felt when he first met Professor Fleevy. He talked about the warm little things in his life from the perspective of a student, a colleague, and finally a boss.
The unique design of the temple allowed Alan's words to be clearly transmitted to the ears of every Magus who came to attend the funeral, capturing the ears of all the listeners.
The adepts sitting in their seats had never interacted with Professor before, but they were still attracted by Professor's charisma when Alan spoke of such heartwarming stories. It wasn't just the witches. Even Vassily, who had come to attend the funeral, had tears in his eyes.
The wizards of the Hogwarts realized that Professor Fleevy had passed away. He would never appear in front of them again.
This terrible fact came at them more relentlessly than ever. It was undeniable.
"Professor Flick will be solemnly recorded in the history of Hogwarts, and the best place for these relics of his would be to return to his most beloved magic …" Allen paused and calmed down the surging emotions in his heart. He stretched out his arm and drew a circle in front of him. "Please don't be nervous …"
Suddenly, the stone wall behind Allen split open on both sides, revealing the passageway behind him.
The whole temple suddenly moved. The tall windows began to rotate to the right bit by bit. Rows of seats protruded forward like the tracks of a tank, rotating with the people on them.
The interior of the huge temple seemed to have come alive. The whole room began to move like food in the digestive tract. The walls were like dominoes, or like a wheel that kept spinning, rolling forward layer by layer like waves. However, the wizards in the temple did not feel any discomfort. It was like sitting in a magic bus. No matter how the temple moved, the people sitting in it would not shake at all.
Allen's move shocked even Katie Bell, who was a wizard of the temple. Allen had this kind of authority in the Ravenclaw Temple. They had never even heard of such a function, let alone having it. The sorcerers' hearts were filled with astonishment at this extraordinary use of space. However, out of respect for the funeral of such a powerful sorcerer and their beloved mentor, none of them made a sound.
The blue curtains by the window stopped moving, and the temple returned to its previous state of stillness. The room they were in was connected to another well-known hall in the temple.
All the wizards could see was a hexagonal platform in the center of the temple. On the platform, there were six obsidian pillars engraved with layers of magical runes. In the middle of the six pillars was a sphere with a diameter of 150 feet. It looked like a huge crystal ball that emitted a pale blue light.
It was the Nether energy core that was temporarily given to the public and made them think that it was the power source of the floating city.
After entering the room, the wizards' pores were greedily absorbing the rich mana that filled the air. It was a comfortable feeling that went deep into their souls, and they couldn't help but tremble. They didn't want to move at all as they enjoyed the comfort and pleasure brought by the mana. Since the Nether energy core was providing them with a stable supply of energy, there wasn't a situation like when the Hogwarts took off or when the entire city was teleported. It was so comfortable that it made people forget their purpose and where they were.
However, for many of the adepts who had come here for the first time to attend the funeral, it was the first time they had experienced such an indescribable feeling of comfort.
Seeing that many wizards were still in a daze, Allen gently patted Anka on his shoulder. Seeing that Anka didn't move, he patted Anka again. The Phoenix pretended that it had just woken up and affectionately pecked Allen's earlobe with its beak. Allen had no choice but to rub his nose against the Phoenix's beak.
"Cluck cluck cluck!"
Anka's voice could be heard from the new hall where the two rooms were connected.
Anka was forced to do business. It rarely interacted with Professor Fleevy. Although Professor Fleevy often came to its spouse's office, Professor Fleevy didn't have the habit of bringing it snacks from time to time like Grindelwald did. He also didn't feed it those famous cakes, so Anka didn't have any feelings for Dean Ravenclaw.
More importantly, Anka noticed that its spouse had a child with the powerful creature disguised as a witch. As a result, Allen spent less time with it, which made it very jealous and scared. In its little head, it thought that since Allen could give birth to offspring, there was something wrong with its own body that it still had eggs to hatch for so long.
For this reason, Anka even secretly burned himself in an attempt to cure the disease with Rebirth from Fire, but nothing changed, which made him even more panicked. Therefore, even if Anka fully understood Allen's intentions, he deliberately needed him to be intimate with him a few times, taking the opportunity to maintain their relationship before he was willing to help.
The special structure of the temple enhanced the sound of the Phoenix's cry, and the wizards quickly calmed down. The heavenly music that seemed to come from another world made them turn their heads and look around. When they woke up, their faces were more or less filled with surprise.
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