Chapter 684 The end and the beginning of the times

The funeral was arranged in the place near the forbidden forest in Black Lake. There were hundreds of chairs arranged in the open space, but more and more people came. The professors temporarily bought a lot nearby, and all the chairs were facing a white stone table. It was raining lightly in the sky.

The chairs were almost full of people, and there were still people who arrived one after another. They stood in the back row with a solemn expression.

Until the funeral began, Grindelwald did not show up. Felix suppressed his doubts and sat quietly in his seat waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Everyone heard music like heavenly sounds.

The clear green lake water was near the water surface, a mermaid choir sang melodiously, their pale faces were very excited, expressing their sorrow in the mermaid language; Felix raised his head, and the light rain as thin as silk had not stopped completely, a phoenix circled in the clear sky, emitting a sad and moving elegy from its mouth. In the melodious sound of the mermaid and the phoenix, Hagrid appeared, holding Dumbledore's body, walking through the gap in the middle of the seat towards the front row, big drops of tears filled the beard and dripped on the purple velvet covered with Venus.

Hagrid gently placed the purple velvet on the white stone table, stagnant for a few seconds, his hands still holding things. Then he returned to the aisle to walk to Little Glopp (a large piece was empty around), his half-giant brother, wearing a huge jacket and tent-like trousers, with a gentle expression and comforting heavy slap on Hagrid's head.

The music stopped, the mermaid dived into the bottom of the water, and its blurred face completely disappeared. Only the phoenix was still gliding in the sky. A small man with thick hair and wearing a black wizard robe stood up, walked to the stone table, turned around and faced everyone with a solemn expression. He cleared his throat.

At this moment, an accident happened.

A silver lynx landed lightly in front of Felix and his group, raised his head gracefully, and made Kingsley's voice from its mouth: "Grindelwald is here! Come with some people, you're the best - Oh my God! There are so many people coming!" His final voice had become very panicked, and he could not hear the calmness of the past at all.

The wizards in front looked at each other.

Babajid Abakind, president of the International Wizards Federation, frowned and said, "Has he brought those saints here? Should he show off his force or beware of us using fraud?" No one responded to him. The silver light in Felix's eyes flashed and his eyes suddenly widened.

He stood up suddenly, and before everyone could react, he turned to Professor McGonagall and the three deans and said, "I'll go there first. There shouldn't be a fight, but--" "Of course there won't be a fight! He vowed not to provoke a wizard war!" Abakind raised an arm and said, "There were some strange patterns on the skin there. Felix did not look at him and continued to calmly say, "But I suggest that students - at least the lower grade students are ready to evacuate and pass through the secret room at any time."

Professor McGonagall shook his body and turned pale. She grabbed the collar of her chest to confirm, "A lot of people are coming?"

Felix said briefly: "Far beyond imagination." After that, he melted into the air like a drop of water and disappeared in front of everyone. The people who came to attend the funeral immediately talked about it. Aba Jind opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Professor McGonagall went over everyone, raised his arms to signal everyone to calm down, and said loudly:

"…Hogwarts will protect the safety of all guests. If danger occurs, we will stand in front and buy you time. The evacuation is carried out by Mr. Filch and Mrs. Pomfrey. The premier and professor maintain order and wait for signals. Evacuation location - Potter? Harry Potter?" she shouted.

Harry stumbled over, still feeling a deep sense of surprise on his face.

"You know the place-" Professor McGonagall whispered, "In the secret room, there is a fireplace for evacuation inside the statue of that person. It can be opened in the serpentine's accent." After that, she hurried towards the main entrance of the school. But before taking a few steps, she stopped in shock.

The sky at the school gate suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and the wizard's eyes stinged in front of him. Every cell in Harry's body was alarming him. Then the sky dimmed. No, Harry suppressed his tears and narrowed his eyes. An illusory Hogwarts Castle appeared in the sky, completely covering the white light.

The black castle seemed to be illuminated by white light. The light was like tiny knives, leaving countless deep scratches on the wall in the blink of an eye. The wall cracked like a water bag, and it seemed that it would be impossible to hold on in the next second. Felix turned over a page of the Book of Magic Texts, and the surface of the wall flashed with tiny magic text symbols - the crack disappeared.

Grindelwald waved his wand and all the light disappeared.

Felix raised his head, and the castle lines were looming.

"Dumbledore's move," Grindelwald sighed: "I was impressed by that time, but so many years have passed, and I have imitated it well." The two were about two hundred feet apart, and there were dark and silent people standing behind Grindelwald, with a population of almost a few thousand people, which was completely incompatible with the information Felix received.

A thought emerged in his mind: most of these people were found by Grindelwald to make up for the numbers.

Kingsley said in a somewhat embarrassed manner: "There are people in other places in the school. They surrounded the school, but these people had no intention of taking action." Felix's eyes crossed Grindelwald and looked into the distance, and some people pointed at them.

Further apart, wizards kept coming, and the "crackling" sound of phantoms moved continuously. Later generations crowded together and looked up hard, as if they were attending a rally or watching a game. Felix did not smell the smell before the war.

Grindelwald waved to him.

"We haven't fought seriously yet. Before Aba Jinde arrives, there is still some time. You might as well take advantage of this opportunity-"

Felix's eyes suddenly looked at the crowd. He used the God-Survey to take the slogan and a spell shot over, and a tall and burly armor jumped out of the Book of Demonic Texts. The spell was instantly bounced away. Felix withdrew his gaze and was more confused. These people seemed to come with a mission, ready to cause chaos.

But unless Abakind and the Ministers of Magic are blind, Grindelwald made a false oath. Otherwise, this would not have happened.

"Then satisfy your request." Felix said calmly, the Book of Magic began to turn the pages, and black lightning shot at Grindelwald. Grindelwald opened his eyes wide, and his wand made a sharp roar, and black lightning splashed in front of him.

At this time, we can see who the elite and the mob behind him were. Some people stood up and joined forces to support the magic of protection, but more wizards retreated and became a mess. Felix's eyebrows loosened, but then they frowned again.

"Back." Grindelwald shouted, seemingly suppressing his anger.

He raised his wand, a silver firebird covered with blue flames, burst out from the tip of the stick. The firebird's eyes were replaced by crystal flames.

"Guardian?" Felix thought to himself that he was not sure of seeing it in the newspaper. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he finally made an accurate judgment.

The castle transformed from ancient magic and memory magic in the air changed from lines to entities, trapping the strange patron saint. Grindelwald waved his wand, and the firebirds suddenly expanded hundreds of times and rushed forward. At the same time, blue and white flowers fell from the sky, sticking to the castle wall summoned by Felix. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield between the two turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Professor McGonagall, Sprout, Snape, Bones, and Abakind arrived first, followed by more than a dozen ministers of the Magic and the accompanying Aurors from other countries. These people opened their mouths in surprise.

Aba Jinde's eyes showed an incredible light, unlike the shock and awe of others, there was also doubt and confusion in his eyes. He rolled up his sleeves and stared at the patterns on his wrists in a daze. The unbreakable oath did not work, so neither of them was serious? Or was it not one-on-one to provoke a wizard war?

Professor McGonagall and Ms. Bones looked worried, and Felix seemed to be at a disadvantage - the entire castle was shrouded in magic flames, and more than a dozen firebirds poked their heads out of the tower, larger than a fire dragon, entrenched on a high place and spewed flames everywhere.

At this time, Felix threw the Book of Demonic Text high, and the Book of Demonic Text turned into a ray of light and merged into the castle.

The castle expanded by more than ten times instantly, almost exactly the same size as the real school castle, with magic symbols flashing on each brick.

It seemed as if there was a cry from a distant place.

Some figures appeared from the air in neat steps - they were students of Hogwarts, professors, holding magic wands in their hands, and chanting spells in a neat manner. In an instant, hundreds of golden and red spells penetrated the air. Grindelwald's flames were forced to separate, and then exaggerated magic creatures appeared. They were fearless and rushed straight into the sea of ​​fire. A few seconds later, a firebird was destroyed and turned into fragmented flames, which happened to be annihilated by the spells of the students below.

If this is a battle with castle projection as the battlefield, Felix has begun to regain lost ground.

Grindelwald waved his wand with a serious expression. The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. Instead of using new magic, they competed for their respective understanding of magic. New firebirds kept splitting out, and the petals of flames in the sky fell like rain, but everything became useless. The students in the castle - they were just images made up by Felix Tsu, which were essentially no different from the magic creatures rushing around on the ground - they would not die and had stronger strength than real students.

"It's him?" asked an old wizard with wrinkles in the crowd behind Grindelwald.

"Yes, are you satisfied?" asked Vita Rozier. The old wizard coughed twice.

The last wisp of free flame was extinguished, and only the firebird guardian left in the castle was the first one. Felix weighed in his heart that if Grindelwald only had the strength he showed now, he could still deal with it...

Grindelwald had put down his wand.

"Stop—" Abakind shouted at the right time, and he stood up, raised his arms and gritted his teeth, "Grindelwald, do you want to carry your oath? Do you want to start a war?"

"It's just to pass the time," Grindelwald sneered, following Abakind's gaze and looked behind him, "Oh, they were the ones I'm looking for to watch the funeral, I'm worried that the funeral wouldn't be grand enough - that would be disappointed, my old friend of Dumbledore."

Aba Jinde's expression was stiff, and he couldn't help but lower his voice and shouted: "Grindelwald, you have violated the rules. If you still want to negotiate, let them leave."

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways. Felix originally thought he would refuse, but after all, he made such a big noise, but Grindelwald actually compromised.

"You have heard it too. You can leave and do whatever you want." Grindelwald pointed at himself with his wand, his voice clearly spreading to everyone present. Then, they moved one by one.

Grindelwald put away his wand and spread his palms and asked, "I am the only one now, don't you feel at ease?"

Aba Jinde and the professors were obviously relieved. They were surrounded by thousands of wizards, and the black heads were connected in pieces, and anyone would feel distressed. Moreover, there were thousands of students and people who came to attend the funeral from thousands of miles to the school.

It seems that Grindelwald was just demonstrating to them - the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic of various countries - and it has to be said that his purpose has been achieved. In just a few days, Grindelwald has quietly summoned so many people, even though most of them are - according to Grindelwald himself, to watch the excitement, but this appeal is enough to make them dare not make any small moves while ringing the alarm bell in their hearts.

Grindelwald came over and reached out to Felix. Felix hesitated for a moment and grabbed the hand that was handed over.

The two felt the talismans in each other's arms and something else.

"I know what you are going to do! You will become the public enemy of all wizards." Felix whispered, staring at Grindelwald, his body full of holes. No wonder he was so anxious!

Grindelwald was stunned and then bowed slightly.

"I am deeply honored." He said, "Oh, by the way-" his hands suddenly became hot, "I regretted that it ruined your plan with Dumbledore. But Dumbledore overestimated himself. How could a good man be more deterrent than a total bad man?"

After he said that, he walked towards Aba Jinde.

"Grindelwald!" Felix stopped him, "Will any innocent people die today?"

Grindelwald stopped.

"Innocent people? I think... won't." He said without looking back.

Felix stayed in place, Professor McGonagall called him, and he raised his heel. He opened the hand he had just shook hands and stared at the palm of his hand. There was a petal frozen by blue flames. Felix quietly crushed the petals, and a spell appeared in his mind.

It is the magic to summon saints.

Felix breathed out a long sigh.

The alarm was lifted, and there was an extra person to attend the funeral. Except for the Hogwarts students who had been with Grindelwald for a year, the others did not show much strange expression. Neville wanted to stand up and question the tricks of the spectator, but was held back by Semo and Dean beside him.

"Don't be impulsive, Neville." Harry whispered, although his mood was very complicated.

Abakinde said a few simple words, saying that Grindelwald was invited by him, and that when the funeral ends, they will start further negotiations and peace is just around the corner. Grindelwald, who was standing next to him, expressed his expression without comment.

The funeral continued. When Aba Jinde returned to his seat in the first row, Grindelwald did not follow him. He walked to the small man with thick hair and black wizard robe. He asked politely, "Is it time to tell the story of the life of the deceased?"

"Yes, yes." said the small man stutteringly.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Then let me leave it. I believe there is no one in the world who knows Dumbledore's strengths and weaknesses better than me."

The small man's expression froze, and he looked at the front row of wizards like help, where there were a row of big figures. But no one said anything. The small man made awkward move away from the position. Grindelwald glanced at the body on the white stone table, and Dumbledore seemed to fall asleep quietly.

He turned around and said slowly:

"Dumbledore and I met much earlier than you thought. Dumbledore had just graduated, and I was expelled from the school for studying black magic. My fate made two depressed young people meet in the Godric Valley. We hit it off at first sight, and soon our relationship became closer than blood brothers, because the brothers were only connected in blood - think about how many family relationships are broken in reality - and we are extremely compatible in philosophy..."

He just said the beginning and caused quite a stir. But Harry knew that all this was true.

"Dumbledore has many advantages, but putting aside the boring academic research, his most praised contribution is to firmly protect the rights and interests of Muggle and wizards from Muggle family. It is sad that he himself was a victim of Muggle. Oh, poor Albus, his family became fragmented by several Muggles. Of course, our law enforcement agencies and the Confidentiality Act also added a helping hand."

Professor McGonagall was restless and she wanted to stand up, but Felix held it down.

"Let him say." Felix said calmly, his expression as if he was looking at a dead person.

"…The victim has the right to avenge the perpetrator - in any way he can think of, but Dumbledore gave up. This experience must not only be detrimental to Dumbledore's greatness in the eyes of some people, but instead gave his personal image a heroic tragedy, cheering for his kindness and compassion. But I saw his weakness and cowardice."

The crowd was talking.

"We once talked about everything, so I knew the little secret buried in Dumbledore. He hoped that the wizard and Muggle would coexist harmoniously and be as close as a family. What a noble ideal! Unfortunately, he only wanted to get the result, but was afraid of the price that must be paid to achieve this result..."

"... Because of his fear of his hands, he finally stood on the opposite side of me. He betrayed his ideal, our ideal! He did not dare to take a step for his whole life, and even when he died in the end, he could only hold cautious hope." The expressions on everyone's faces became angry, and Grindelwald looked around without a trace of fear: "This is Dumbledore. Maybe you and I have different views on him, but one thing is consistent. Dumbledore represents an era, and with his departure, an era ends here."

"And a new era is coming."
To be continued...