Similarly, Ron did not show that he knew Percy was here. He just cut his smoked fish with extra vigor.
He did not eat it. It was unknown whether he imagined the smoked fish to be Percy or Snape. Either way, he hated both of them.
At Slytherin's table, Crabbe and Gall huddled together and whispered to each other, looking around from time to time.
Although both of them were big, burly men, without Malfoy's pale and slender figure in the middle, without Malfoy giving orders, the two of them looked particularly lonely.
It was as if they had lost the command of their brains. Crabbe and Gall were completely stranded.
But in this kind of situation, any Slythrin harboring evil intentions wouldn't do anything bad. Being well-behaved was the wisest choice.
Past Slytherin's long table, Elwyn looked around and found Sirius in the shadows near the entrance of the auditorium.
He did not go to the funeral venue to wait, nor did he join the depressing breakfast. Sirius insisted on being responsible for the funeral's security.
Although the possibility was low, everyone was afraid that Lord Voldemort would appear at the funeral.
Elwyn could not help but let his imagination run wild. If Lord Voldemort suddenly appeared in the Hogwarts …
At this moment, Professor Meg stood up, and the mournful murmurs in the auditorium immediately quieted down.
"It's almost time," she said. "Please follow your dean to the venue. Gryffindor's students, follow me."
Elwyn stood up and followed the team forward.
They lined up and walked out from behind the benches, barely making a sound.
Slughorn stood at the front of Slytherin's team. He was wearing a gorgeous, bright green robe embroidered with silver thread.
Next to him, Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, was also dressed neatly, without a patch on his hat.
There was also Professor Flitwick, who was wearing a purple ceremonial suit with blue lace, but Elwyn could not see him now.
In fact, everyone was wearing their most dignified and formal clothes.
When they walked into the hall, Elwyn also saw Mrs. Pince standing next to Filch, wearing a thick black mask that hung down to her knees.
Filch was wearing an old-fashioned suit and tie, and he smelled like mothballs.
The group walked out of the castle gate and went outside. They were heading towards the lake.
It was one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer. The weather was good, the sun was warm, and the sun was warm. There were thousands of chairs in the open space in front of the lake.
Half of the seats were already occupied. There were all kinds of people: some had blond hair, some had blue eyes, some had Asian faces; some were shabby, some were clean, some were old, and some were young.
Elwyn did not know most of them, but there were some strangers who were familiar to him. He had seen their portraits and names in various magic books.
These people were all accomplished in various fields of magic, and they were all familiar with Dumbledore.
On the outermost side of the chairs were the other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Weasley and his wife, Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis, Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets, Kingsley Shaker, and Mad-Eye Moody, who had not fully recovered.
There was also Tonks, whose hair had miraculously turned a dazzling pink.
Next to her was Remus Lupin, who was holding hands with Tonks.
Perhaps it was because of the death of the Ronin, Fenrir Greyback, and Lupin's revenge; or because of what Lupin and Tonks had experienced in the battle a few days ago; or …
In any case, it was a little sudden. Lupin, who had been avoiding Tonks for a long time, had suddenly accepted her. This made Tonks come alive, as could be seen from the color of her hair.
Oh yes, there was also Hagrid and Madam Maxim. The two of them were particularly eye-catching, occupying about five to six seats.
Hagrid was in low spirits, and Madam Maxim was whispering something to him.
In addition, Elwyn also saw the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom, the thick-haired bass player from the Eccentric Sisters, the driver of the Knight's Bus, Madam Morkin from the robe shop at Diagon Alley, and the witch who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express.
Of course, there was also the waiter of the Pig's Head Bar, Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore.
The expression on his face did not reveal anything, and he sat there quietly. Other than Elwyn, no one else seemed to know his identity.
On the left, the vampires were all there, and beside them were the ghosts of the Hogwarts.
They were almost invisible under the direct sunlight, and could only be recognized when they moved, shining with illusory light in the bright air.
By the lake, the centaur Firenze stood there like a sentinel, and Sirius was already standing beside him.
Elwyn, Harry, Hermione, Elaine, Gabri, Ginny, and Ron sat in the last few seats in the row of chairs by the lake.
The people talked to each other softly, and the sound was like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the chirping of birds was especially loud.
The crowd continued to swarm in. There were students of the Hogwarts, and wizards from outside the school.
Cornelius Fudge passed by them and walked towards the front row. He was frowning and twirling his green hat as usual.
Then, Elwyn saw Rita Skeeter. She sat in an inconspicuous seat, her red claw-like hand clutching a crimson notebook, and a gorgeous green quill was writing something on it.
Noticing Elwyn's gaze, she smiled awkwardly and averted her eyes, but her quill did not stop moving.
Then, a suppressed roar of anger came from Harry. Hermione nudged Elwyn, and he turned his head to see Umrich, whom he had not seen for a long time.
She was sitting among the officials of the Ministry of Magic, a black velvet butterfly on her iron-brown hair, and there was not a trace of sadness on her toad-like face.
Umbridge seemed to have recovered from the great pain. At the very least, there was nothing wrong with her on the surface. However, she kept a careful eye on the Forbidden Forest not far away, as if she was afraid that something would rush out from within …
Finally, everyone was seated.
At the front of everyone, Scrimgeour and Professor Meg sat together, and beside them sat other important people.
Scrimgeour looked dark and dignified, and very imposing.
Elwyn did not know how he had spent the past few days, but from the current news, the situation at the Ministry of Magic was a mess.
If not for the fact that the Lord Voldemort did not intend to cause trouble before the end of Dumbledore's funeral, the situation would have been even worse.
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