[HP] The Last Demon King

On the day of Dumbledore's burial, it was drizzling.This gloomy, incessant rain has been falling since the night Dumbledore died and continues to this day.

On the site not far from the lake, hundreds of chairs were neatly arranged, and in front of the wide aisle among the chairs, there were six marble tables, five small and one large, with all the chairs facing them.

More than half the chairs were occupied by people of all stripes: the ragged and the neat, the old and the young.Most people Harry didn't know, but some he did, including members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Sirius, Tonks, Lupine, and Fleur and Bill, followed by Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets.

Then there's Madame Maxime - who takes up two and a half chairs by herself, Tom from the Leaky Cauldron, Arabella Figg, Harry's Squib neighbor, and the hairy bass from the Weird Sisters. The fiddler, the knight bus driver Ern Pullan, Mrs. Malkin from the Robe Shop in Diagon Alley, and a few people Harry just looked familiar, such as the waiter in the Hog's Head pub, the pusher on the Hogwarts Express. The Witch of the Trolley.Also came the ghosts of the castle, barely visible against the sky, recognizable only when they moved, glowing with unreal lights in the air.

No one opened an umbrella, as if they had made an appointment in advance, and everyone silently endured the drizzle to wet their clothes and faces.

Harry sat first in the row of chairs closest to the marble table, staring silently at the now-empty table. Ron and Hermione sat beside him, looking sad, just like Harry, No one spoke.

The crowd keeps coming.Harry saw Luna helping Neville to sit on the chair. On the night of Dumbledore's death, they were the only two members of the DA who answered Hermione's call. Harry knew why: the two of them missed him the most. DA...Maybe they will take out the coins often to see, hope DA will organize another event...

Cornelius Fudge walked past them toward the front seat, scowling, twirling his cuckold hat as usual.Then Harry recognized Rita Skeeter and was disgusted to see a notebook clutched in her red-clawed hands, then he recognized Dolores Umbridge and flew into a rage , he had a sixth sense that the Ministry of Magic's late rescue that night must have something to do with her.Umbridge, with a mournful expression on his toad face, and a black velvet butterfly on his iron-brown curls, walked to an empty space as if at an evening party. sat down on the chair.

Finally, everyone was seated.Harry could see Scrimgeour sitting in the front row with Mrs. McGonagall, looking dignified and dignified.Harry wondered if Scrimgeour and the other bigwigs were really mourning Dumbledore's death.Then, he heard the music, it was like some fairy music from another world, many heads were turning, searching, with a little surprise, Harry didn't move, his every action was heavy and heavy with excessive sadness , he just stared blankly at the aisle, waiting for Hagrid to appear.

Ten seconds later, the person he was waiting for finally appeared.Hagrid was walking slowly along the aisle between the seats.He was weeping silently, with tears glistening on his face, and Harry knew that he held Dumbledore's body in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.Behind him, there were four other tearful couples.

They were dressed in different ways, with different expressions, and each man held the body of his own child in his arms. Harry saw Justin Fenry, half of his gray face emerging from his father's arms, Harry still remembered The way Justin kept apologizing to him after the Chamber of Secrets incident in second grade, later, he became a member of the DA, and later, he was killed by a killing curse.

The Creeves are the most eye-catching among them, because they each hold the body of a child - Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey, both of whom were brutally murdered by Death Eaters in this war The Creeveys lost all their children.

Until yesterday, Mrs. Creevey fainted from crying several times, but now, she just hugged her youngest son's body numbly, and followed Hagrid blankly. Only the tears in her eyes, and her numbness His expression was different, and he kept flowing violently.

Seeing this scene, a piercing pain rose in Harry's throat.

Ron looked very shocked, his face was pale, as if he realized that these people had gone away from him at this time, and Hermione on the side had already covered her mouth and began to cry uncontrollably—her face remained the same. Very pale and weak, just an hour ago she was lying on a bed in the school hospital receiving Pomfrey's treatment.Hermione was the only Muggle-born wizard in the school who was awake that night, and as a result, she is now the only surviving Muggle-born wizard in the school. She encountered Death Eaters that night, but in the end she survived down.

Hagrid carefully placed Dumbledore's body on the stone table, and then walked back along the aisle, blowing his nose vigorously, making a sound like blowing a trumpet, and many people cast dissatisfied glances at him, including Dolores Umbridge.

When the other four couples put their children on a stone table that was slightly smaller than Dumbledore's, they finally burst into suppressed and excited cries. The weeping madam would not let her throw herself on her son's body.Sad emotions were contagious, and Harry heard intermittent sobbing from the crowd, but his eyes were still dry and painful.

Just then, the music stopped.A small, bushy-haired man in a plain black robe got up from his seat and stood in front of Dumbledore's body.Harry couldn't understand what he was saying.He seemed to have just recited all the words of praise in the world in a gorgeous combination. "Noble spirit"... "scholarly maturity"... "great heart"... none of this makes much sense.None of this had much to do with the Dumbledore Harry knew.He suddenly remembered the words invented by Dumbledore: "Fool!"

The sound of splashing water came from the left, and he turned his head to see that the mermaids in the lake had all emerged from the water and were listening carefully.Harry thought of Dumbledore squatting by the water two years ago, almost exactly where Harry was sitting now, talking to the leader of the merfolk in the merfolk language.Harry didn't know where Dumbledore had learned the merman's language.There are so many things he didn't ask him, and so many things he should tell him...

Then all of a sudden, his vision blurred, and the terrible truth came upon him, more relentlessly than ever, undeniable.Dumbledore was dead, gone... He clutched the cold locket so tightly that it hurt his palms, but he still couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.This box that can be said to be exchanged for Dumbledore's life is just a scam, it is not Voldemort's Horcrux, a person named "RAB" took it, Dumbledore lost for such a meaningless thing Selwyn took away Dumbledore's ability to resist, Malfoy was the murderer, both of them were Dumbledore's murderers...

The little man finally finished speaking and returned to his seat.Harry waited for the others to stand up, expecting someone to speak, such as the Minister, but no one spoke.The four pairs of parents who had just put their child's body on the table appeared again. They hugged their child with tears in their arms, and then walked to the castle accompanied by Professor McGonagall. They wanted to take the child's body with them. After returning home for burial, the five stone tables slowly sank into the soil behind them, as if these stone tables did not exist in the first place.

When the figures of the four pairs of parents gradually disappeared, suddenly, several people screamed.Blazing white flames shot out from Dumbledore's body and around the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes: for a split second Harry thought he saw a phoenix soaring joyfully into the blue sky, but then the flames died away and a white marble tomb appeared there , including Dumbledore's body and the table where the body was placed.

Countless arrows shot into the air, causing a few screams, but they fell far away from the crowd.Harry knew that it was the centaurs who were mourning.He saw them turn and disappear among the shady trees.The murlocs also sank slowly into the green bottom, and were never seen again.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he buried his tearful face into his palms, panting silently.

His youth ended in this summer.

In her bewilderment Aridins felt someone playing with her hair.

Once, once, twisting and unwinding her hair, and then twisting it again, never tired of it.

Her whole body was weak and weak, and she couldn't even feel the existence of her limbs. Even so, she used all her strength to hold on and slowly opened her eyes.Above her head, a pair of scarlet eyes looked down at her.

"You're awake." Voldemort said calmly, Eridins saw this time, it was his slender fingers entwining her hair, the thick black and sickly white had a striking contrast at his fingertips.

Eridins moved her fingertips, and as she looked around for her wand, Voldemort said over her head, "You can speak now."

Eridins' gaze returned to Voldemort's face in an instant. She didn't fully believe it in her heart, but she still opened her mouth tentatively: "Fa..."

It was the first time I heard the voice coming from her own mouth, and Eridings subconsciously stopped speaking with a jump in her heart. Voldemort smiled suspiciously and waited quietly for Eridings to speak again.

"Father... Dear..." Dry air rushed into her throat, and Eridins opened and closed several times before finishing a word.

"Do you feel any discomfort?" Voldemort raised her head a little, and Eridins realized that she was pillowing on Voldemort's lap, and the gradual recovery of consciousness allowed her to feel the emaciated body under her head. , This discovery made her feel sick, she tried to struggle to get up, but was pushed back by Voldemort without a doubt.

"Just rest like this for a while." Voldemort's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just finished something difficult, his face was full of exhaustion and obvious weakness. "It's only been an hour since Soul Repair, you need a quiet rest...and so do I."

His attitude was as gentle as a normal father, but Eridins knew that they had never been a normal father and daughter.

As if seeing through the vigilance in Eridings' heart, Voldemort on top of his head let out a chuckle that would only make people feel cold and damp in Eridings' eyes: "...my daughter, what are you afraid of? I am your only Some relatives, the only father, you should trust me wholeheartedly instead of being afraid of me."

Eridins didn't speak, a wave of tiredness came over her body.

Voldemort seemed to see through Eridins' feelings, put his cold and slender palms on her eyes, and whispered, "Sleep... when you wake up, everything will be all right."

Eridins' consciousness gradually blurred, and before she fell into the darkness, she heard Voldemort murmuring indistinctly: "... sleep, my most perfect work..."