HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 172

Chapter 170 Second Grade Ends

"Molly—Arthur—" Professor McGonagall hurriedly jumped up to greet them, "I'm sorry—"

"Bill," whispered Mrs. Weasley, and when she saw Bill's mangled face, she hurried past Professor McGonagall, "Oh, Bill!"

Lupine and Tonks stood up quickly and stepped back, allowing the Weasleys to move closer to the bed.Mrs. Weasley bent down and kissed her son's bloody forehead lightly.

"You mean Fenrir Greyback attacked him?" Mr. Weasley asked Professor McGonagall worriedly, "'Fenrir Greyback didn't turn into a wolf'? What does that mean? What will happen to Bill? Sample?"

"We don't know yet," replied Professor McGonagall, looking helplessly at Lupine.

"There may be some changes, Arthur," said Lupine, "this is rare, it may be special... We don't know yet what he will be like when he wakes up..."

Mrs. Weasley took the foul-smelling ointment from Madam Pomfrey and began to apply it to Bill's wound.

"Then Dumbledore..." asked Mr. Weasley, "is it true, Minerva...he is..."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Dumbledore's dead," said Mr. Weasley softly, but Mrs. Weasley kept her eyes on her son.She began to sob, and tears dripped down Bill's bruised face.

"Of course, looks don't matter...it doesn't really matter...but he's always been a handsome—kid...always handsome...he was—going to get married!"

"What do you mean?" Fu Rong suddenly said loudly, "What do you mean, he planned to get married?"

Mrs. Weasley lifted her tear-stained face, surprised.

"I—just said—"

"You think Bill doesn't want to marry me anymore?" Fleur demanded. "You think he doesn't love me because of these wounds?"

"No, I'm not that—"

"He won't!" said Fleur, straightening up and throwing back her long silver hair. "A werewolf can't stop Bill from loving me!"

"Well, yes, I do, too," said Mrs. Weasley, "but I think it might—considering that he—he—"

"Do you think I don't want to marry him? Or do you hope I don't want to marry him?" said Fleur, fluttering her nose. "Do I just care about his looks? I think my beauty alone is enough for us both." ! All these scars show that my husband is brave! I'm coming!" she added aggressively, pushing Mrs Weasley away and snatching the ointment from her hand.

Mrs. Weasley fell on top of her husband, watching Fleur spread Bill's ointment generously, with a strange expression on her face.No one spoke.

"Our Aunt Muriel," said Mrs. Weasley, after a long pause, "has a beautiful tiara - made of goblins - and I'm sure I can persuade her to lend it to you for your wedding, she is very Like Bill, you know. That tiara would be beautiful in your hair."

"Thank you," Furong said bluntly, "I believe it will be very beautiful."

Suddenly Fleur and Mrs. Weasley embraced each other and burst into tears.

"Look!" said an unnatural voice, and Tonks looked at Lupine brightly. "She still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care!"

"It's different," said Lupine, his lips barely moving, and he seemed suddenly tense. "Bill isn't going to be a total werewolf. It's totally—"

"But I don't care, I don't care!" said Tonks, grabbing Lupine by the lapel and shaking it. "I've told you a million times..."

"I've told you a million times too," Lupine said, avoiding Tonks' gaze, staring down at the floor, "I'm too old for you, too poor... too dangerous... "

"I've been saying it all the time, your reasoning is ridiculous, Remus." Mrs. Weasley patted Fleur's back lightly, and said to him from Fleur's shoulder.

"I'm not absurd at all," said Lupine firmly. "Tonks should have someone young and healthy to love him."

"But she wants you," said Mrs. Weasley, with a small smile. "Besides, Remus, young and able-bodied men don't necessarily stay that way forever." She pointed sadly at her son.

"It's...inappropriate to discuss this now," said Lupine, looking around in a panic, avoiding everyone's eyes. "Dumbledore is dead..."

"Dumbledore would be happier than anyone if the world had more love," said Professor McGonagall curtly, as the door opened again and Hagrid walked in.

The little patch of his face where there was no beard or hair was soaked and swollen with tears, and he was shaking from crying, clutching a speckled bandanna.

"I've...I've finished, Professor," he choked out, "moved—him out. The Ministry of Magic... the Minister has arrived. They've asked to see you. There are still some students in the courtyard and corridors."

Flitwick had already woken up when Harry entered the door, and he sat up at this moment, looking at McGonagall, after all, McGonagall was the vice-principal of the school.

"Thank you, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall stood up immediately, "Flitz (Professor Flitwick's name), Horace (Slughorn's name), please follow me, we need to start A meeting. Hagrid, I ask you to inform Professor Sprout, and I would like you to come too."

Hagrid nodded, turned and walked slowly out of the room.

"Stoke, Granger, Weasley. The three of you are prefects. Now, please perform your duties as prefects and go to the courtyard to bring the students from your respective colleges back to the common room. If you meet other prefects, Please tell them."

The three nodded.

McGonagall looked at Harry one last time. "Before I meet them, I want to say a few words to you, Harry. Can you come over?"

Harry nodded and followed.

Ann, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Ginny left the school hospital together.

Going down to the foyer on the first floor, the gate of the castle was open, but there was no one there. Ann grabbed Hermione, "Go ahead first, we'll be right over."

Ron, Luna, and Ginny looked at each other and walked towards the courtyard.

A kiss, not long, not entangled, just a light kiss.But Hermione felt relieved all of a sudden. It was an odd feeling, but that was what it felt like to have Ann around her.

Brow to forehead, amber eyes looking softly into brown eyes.

"Look at you, your eyes are red from crying." An whispered, "When you go back later, don't think too much, things have already happened, there is always a way."

Hermione nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay." An Song released Hermione, "Go and fulfill the prefect's rights."

There are students from various colleges in the courtyard. They point to the bottom of the astronomy tower, discussing in disbelief, shock or sadness.

Fanny gave an exclamation when she saw Ann, and hugged her.Her face was full of panic, and she murmured, "Dumbledore is dead—"

"I know, Fanny. Come on, go back to the dormitory first, it's late." Reassuring Fanny, Ann talked to the Hufflepuff prefects, and then led the Slytherin students back to the common room room.

In the dormitory, Ann simply told Harry about seeing Snape kill Dumbledore.Fanny covered her mouth in disbelief, while Pansy kept shaking her head and muttering that it was impossible.Milis and Thalia hugged each other.

"Will Hogwarts close?" Fanny asked, staring at the draperies before going to bed.

silence.

"Maybe, maybe not." Ann replied, "It's late, go to sleep." She was rubbing a small wooden block in her hand, and there was a raised sentence on it, which was very simple.

Snape killed Dumbledore, hurry back.

Before going to sleep, Ann left a sentence on the small wooden block: Suspend all actions, five days later, eight o'clock in the evening, The Burrow.

All classes are suspended and all exams postponed.The day after Dumbledore's death, some parents rushed to the school to pick up their children.But more wizards came from all over to live in Hogsmeade because they were going to attend Dumbledore's funeral.

Dinah and Aaron also came to Hogwarts, but they came as a delegation from the Ministry of Magic and lived in the castle.The school finally decided to hold the funeral on the third day after Dumbledore's death. An hour after the funeral, the students were sent home by the Hogwarts Express.

On the grassy slope beside the castle lake, hundreds of chairs have been placed there. There is an aisle between the chairs, and a marble table is placed in front of it, and all the chairs face it.It is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

Half the chairs were already occupied by people of all kinds: the ragged and the neat, the old and the young.The ghosts of the castle came too, barely visible in the sunlight, recognizable only as they walked, glowing unreal in the bright air.

Ann sat between Dinah and Aaron, both holding Ann's hand tightly.After the two came, Ann didn't talk to anyone else.

Before the funeral was about to begin, Ann looked back at Hermione and the others.Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny took the last few seats in the row of chairs by the lake.

After everyone was seated, the funeral began.Suddenly, a burst of music sounded from somewhere.Everyone was looking for the source of the voice, with a little surprise.

It wasn't hard to find, in the sunlit clear green water, just inches below the surface, a chorus of merfolk sang a farewell song in the merman's language.The tune of the song is sad and mournful.

Hagrid was walking slowly along the aisle between the seats.He was weeping silently, tears glistening on his face, and in his arms was Dumbledore's body, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

Ann sniffed, she really didn't want to cry again.Aaron held Ann's hand tighter and tighter, and his eyes were red watching Hagrid's every movement.

A short, bushy-haired man in a plain black robe got up from his seat, stood in front of Dumbledore's body, took out a long parchment, and began to read.

Suddenly there was the sound of water splashing by the lake, and An turned to look over. The singing mermaids had surfaced and were listening carefully.Then, there was movement in the Forbidden Forest, and the centaurs also came to express their condolences.They did not come out into the clearing, but stood half hidden in the shadows, watching the wizards here, their bows and arrows at their sides, motionless.

After the little man finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

Blazing white flames shot out from around Dumbledore's body and the table on which it rested: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.White smoke curled up into the air, showing various strange shapes: a phoenix flew into the blue sky happily.But then the flames died down, and there appeared a white marble tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which it rested.

Numerous arrows hid in the air like a shower, causing a few exclamations, but they fell far away from the crowd, which is the centaur's way of expressing condolences.They then turned around and disappeared among the shady trees.The murlocs also sank slowly into the green bottom, and were never seen again.

When the funeral was over, people rose to their feet.Ann talked to Aaron and Dinah, got up and walked towards the three of Gryffindor, who were standing in the shade behind the big beech tree next to the last row of chairs, talking about something.

When Ann walked over from the third row, the conversation between the three of them ended. Harry and Ron looked at Ann who came over hesitantly, but Hermione said something serious, and they nodded and walked away.

Walking in front of Hermione, An first glanced suspiciously at Harry and Ron who walked away and turned their heads from time to time, and then looked at Hermione.Hermione's eyes were red, her face was stained with tears, and there were a few obvious scratches.

Ann took out the handkerchief in her pocket and just held it up.Hermione's eyes turned red again, and then she suddenly wrapped her arms around Ann's neck and kissed her.

He was dazed for a moment, but before he had time to think about it, Hermione's kiss was sudden and intense, and Ann could only pander to it instinctively.Hermione let go of Ann until both were out of breath.

"Hermione?"

"Ann, I still have some unpacked luggage." Hermione gasped, "I'll call you when I get home."

"Can--"

Hermione turned and ran away quickly.

"I'll wait for your call—" An reminded, and when she was about to walk back strangely, An He suddenly found that the handkerchief Hermione gave her last time was in her hand, and she had forgotten to return it.

Unable to resist bending her index finger and rubbing her lower lip, An smiled slightly.

It's okay not to say some things today.

Anyway, the days are long, Hermione.

"Dinah, Aaron, let's go home. I have something to tell you."

The author has something to say:

The sixth part is finished.

Yesterday, during the Dragon Boat Festival, I went to Juzizhou to watch the fireworks. Although it was the Nth time I watched it, I still thought it was great.

It will probably stop for two days, and I need to sort out the ideas of the seventh part.

AND Thank you for your support, okay.

Volume VII Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows