As for the representatives of the various countries who came here, when they looked up at the dazzling crystal ball, their hearts were filled with mixed feelings and unbearable bitterness. Of course, they recognized that the huge crystal ball in front of them was the Mise energy nucleus that they both loved and hated.
They loved it because it could keep the whole city afloat and make it easier for the wizards around it to perform magic and alchemy. They hated it because they could not control it. Even though Allen Harris had generously placed it in the temple for anyone who wanted to study it, the crystal ball would destroy anything it touched. It was not something they could control …
Now, in order to obtain the Mise energy core and have the same floating city as the United Kingdom, even if it was a smaller version of the United Kingdom, the countries in the magic world had to change their attitude towards the United Kingdom. They had to be polite and courteous to the United Kingdom.
Allen looked away from Anka, who scared the ravens on the ceiling and coughed twice to get the attention of the audience. Taking the skull shisha pipe from Katie Bell, Allen took a deep breath. Then, the dazzling blue light that came out of his mouth suddenly jumped out from around him, and the bronze granular blue smoke rose into the air.
The blue light rose higher and higher, covering the crystal pot and going straight to the top of the temple. In the smoke, Professor Fleevy's voice and smile appeared again. The way he stepped on the high stack of magic books, waved his wand and demonstrated the movement of a spell for the wizards, and the way he smiled and cast the transformation spell on the cake in the office … Scenes after scenes appeared in front of the wizards. The familiar image and the kind voice, but all of this would eventually pass away and be buried …
In the auditorium, the sobs of the teachers and students of Hogwarts could be heard from every corner. Some of the witches of Ravenclaw could not control themselves. Pavati did not care about her image as the head of the class that she was proud of. Tears and snot flowed down her face, but she still stubbornly looked up at the image of Professor Fleevy.
Even Mrs. Molly, who had graduated a long time ago, was very sad. Sitting in a secluded place, Grindelwald hugged Dumbledore who was beside him.
"Yugadeem Leviosa ~" Allen chanted the incantation taught to the students of the Hogwarts during their first magic spell class.
The ashes in the crystal jar that contained Flovie's ashes swayed inside like the feathers until they floated above the Netherese nucleus. Now, everyone knew what Allen was planning to do.
Allen slowly raised his staff and pointed it at the ceiling. The clergy behind him also slowly raised their arms and wands. A fluorescent light flashed across the towering starry sky of the temple. It was as if a star had appeared in the universe.
"Everyone, please raise your wands and cast Fluorescent Flicker together." Katie's dignified voice rang out in the temple. "The temple will solidify your Fluorescent Flicker on the ceiling and turn it into starlight to express your thoughts and sorrows."
As if inspired and encouraged, the adepts stood up one after another, solemnly raising their staffs or magic wands.
Professor Mag pursed her lips tightly as she gazed at the star in the sky with a sorrowful gaze. Suddenly, a dot shot out from her magic wand and shone near that Morning Star. The sadness that had been brewing for the past few days seemed to be relieved by this resolute action. Neville's hand holding his wand was trembling because of his grief. He did not have time to wipe the tears off his face and cast the Fluorescent Spell. Hermione could be said to be Professor Fleevy's favorite student other than Allen. The brave girl's eyes were red. She bit her lip with her shrunken front teeth to prevent herself from sobbing. A bright fluorescent light shot out.
Even the representatives from other countries who were sitting in their seats and watching this scene with the eyes of outsiders also stood solemnly. They pulled out their wands and pointed them at the sky. Under such circumstances, if they did not follow suit, it would be bad if they provoked Allen Harris' displeasure.
The energy from the people's grief and blessings filled the temple. The phoenix hovered in the false night sky under the temple's ceiling, its golden tail feathers shining brightly. Its lazy, drawn-out song strangely calmed the sorcerers who were immersed in grief, adding vitality and motivation to their hearts. Ahn-Kha's relationship with Fleetwood was different from Fawkes' and Dumbledore's. All Ahn-Kha could do was comfort these two-legged beasts who were immersed in grief and ease their sorrow.
Looking at the stars created by the Fluorescent Spell on the ceiling, the sorcerers' desire to join the Fluorescent Spell to protect Professor Fleevy was like a raging sea. Whether it was for Fleevy or for their own magic, the desire to protect Professor Fleevy surged in the hearts of the sorcerers.
Specks of light shot out from the tip of the wands of the wizards, projecting onto the dark blue ceiling. The starry sky began to expand, as if it was covered with the night sky. The starry sky was constantly preserved on the ceiling by the power of the temple, just like the stars in the universe. The specks of light swirled and formed the lament of the night sky.
At this moment, the principal of the Hogwarts, who was presiding over the funeral, had a look of reluctance and weakness on his face. He had already repeated the action of taking a few deep breaths twice, as if he was about to let go, but he did not let go of the jar. It was only when he heard a commotion below the altar that he turned his eyes away. The crystal had lost its support and was now falling straight towards the Nether core.
The moment the crystal touched the huge Nether core, it was as if the jar and Fleevy had never existed. There was no extra light, no extra sound, and no residue. It was obliterated into nothingness in an instant.
The phoenix's song reverberated in the temple. Yearning turned into dazzling stars and shone down. The song drove away the weakness of the memories, and courage burned in the song. At this last moment of farewell, the story of Professor Fleevy became a legend in people's hearts.
Under the solidified starry sky, Allen, who was no longer looking at the Nether core, raised his staff and pointed at the wall. The thick blue velvet curtain on the wall seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible hands, revealing a wall that was shaped like the library in the Ravenclaw Common Room. In the semi-circular recess in the wall was a carved statue of Professor Fleevy.
Kathi, the high priestess of the Ravenclaw Temple who graduated from Gryffindor, personally held up Professor Fleevy's magic robe and staff. Behind her, a clergyman in blue robes walked step by step to the tomb, and then fixed the robe and staff on the statue of Professor Fleevy.
The blue flame appeared again, enveloping the stone slab on the pedestal and began to carve runes on it. The stone slab began to record the life and achievements of Fleevy in detail. After the stone slab was filled with inscriptions, it had the personal emblem of the Fleevy family on the upper left corner, and the mark of the Omniscient Eye on the lower right corner.
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