Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2565: He seems to like cloudy days

After thinking about it for so long since returning from the disaster in England, Hermione may have really figured it out.

She is no longer attached to the relationship that has made her attached to it for a long time, and she is no longer attached to the back that seems to be unable to catch up. Therefore, she has even been able to take the funeral with "him" as the protagonist as normal, so that her eyes can easily cross the towering mountains and look at the more distant scenery.

"I seem to suddenly begin to understand why 'he' would do such an inexplicable thing."

Ron looked at Hermione's calm and capable profile, and forgot to eat the remaining half of the pie in his hand. He just had a flash of light in his mind, and he seemed to have sensed it, and said this to Neville beside him in a somewhat confused way.

"What?" Neville asked subconsciously, not hearing his murmur.

Ron was also startled, then shook his head again.

"No, it's nothing... I'm probably overthinking it! After all..."

His voice became softer and softer, until in the end he couldn't even tell what he was muttering. Only when he was at a loss for a while, the occasional slight soreness at the connection between the thigh and the alchemy prosthesis was a vague reminder that some facts had actually happened.

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The funeral of the hero will be held today.

This news has spread all of a sudden with the arrival of the early morning in this port camp - all the wizards of the Federation who follow Maxim are very conscientious, knowing that this event will be very important to their own family. In the case of long-term significance, this work was done quite neatly by them.

Although the advance of the funeral date can never avoid the sense of haste, but with the full preparation of the union staff headed by Mrs. Maxime, the camp still successfully created the solemnity that a funeral ceremony should have. Ambience.

It seems that even the world has been infected by this atmosphere. Today's weather seems a little gloomy.

From early in the morning, there have been many more Muggle people outside the camp. Under the watchful eyes of many wizard condolences, they hurriedly fiddled with various instruments that wizards could not understand, preparing for the next live broadcast.

However, even if these are the staff who were selected after multiple screenings, facing the "rumored" wizards not far away, they still can't help but cast curious glances from time to time—— Yes, just like the wizards who were watching themselves.

Fortunately, the work is a priority right now, no matter what. People like them who can be chosen to come here to do things know better than anyone else what they are doing.

"The No. 1 machine is in place!"

"The communication signal is confirmed, the main station studio confirms, and the branch line delay is confirmed."

"Adjust it again to ensure the live broadcast effect!"

"Re-adjust to receive!"

The time was a little tight, and they didn't have the energy to look around any more, and they quickly threw themselves into the layout of the scene.

Compared with the condolences and guests who seem to have nothing to do, they are undoubtedly more responsible - just a group of wizards, after reading a lot of terrifying information from the lost frontier, they are A few people in fancy clothes will no longer make a fuss about them.

Not long after, the condolences who had been watching with curiosity for a while also returned to the camp under the guidance of the federation staff in the camp, and began to eat in a hurry.

At this time, Maxim would naturally not let anyone prepare a hearty breakfast, and her own meal process was just as casual as she was in private during this time.

After nibbling on a few mouthfuls of dry food with the cold tea, she walked to the door of the tent with the little remaining black tea, looked up at the white sky, and frowned slightly.

"Although it fits the tone of today, but... the cloudy day is unpleasant weather in the end! Especially now, it always reminds people of something..."

"But ma'am, I remember, Macka seems to like cloudy days."

Fleur happened to be standing outside Maxim's tent at the moment. Or, it can't actually be said to be "just", because she temporarily served as the representative of Maca's living relatives and friends in today's upcoming funeral.

It may be a little strange to say, because the relationship between Fleur and Maca doesn't seem to be very close, and among these people in the camp at present, she should not be the one to come forward.

But Maxim still let her attend in this capacity.

After all, in the eyes of the vast majority of outsiders who will witness the funeral today, Maca's interpersonal relationship is obviously ambiguous. Since no one raised any objections, and no one took the initiative to ask Ying, that's how things were done.

"Really?" Maxim was stunned when he heard this. "McLean's preference...? So, today is a cloudy day, which is a good thing."

Leaving such a sentence, Maxim immediately turned back and entered the tent again. Just at the moment when the side face was about to fall into the shadow, Furong, who turned her head and looked at her, saw a rare sense of disappointment in the eyes of the other party.

Maxim has also known Maca for a long time, and now, under the influence of the environment and his own obsession, he will preside over the funeral for his old acquaintance who is far younger than himself, even if it is the current "" President," he probably sighed in his heart while he persisted.

It's that Madame Maxime is too tall, and Furong, who can only look up at close range, doesn't know whether the picture she saw at that moment was just an illusion.

And just after Furong stopped for a while and thought about it~IndoMTL.com~ the tent in front of her was busy, and then it became quiet again, and more and more people gathered in the open space in front of the tent...

The funeral ceremony is finally about to begin.

"Bill?" Seeing her lover come to her through the crowd, Fleur also took the initiative to lean over and asked in a low voice, "Did Hermione and the others come too?"

"Not yet," Bill shook his head, "I might go directly to the ceremony site in front of the camp!"

"Are they coming?" Fleur asked subconsciously again, "Ah! Did you pick up Harry from the boat?"

Since seeing Hermione and the others yesterday, she has noticed some signs. Although no one said it clearly, she could feel that the little friends seemed not to be very active in the funeral.

Sure enough, Bill shook his head again after hearing this.

"Something must have happened... let's see! To be honest, I don't know - Ginny and Ron didn't tell me anything until they separated."

Just as the two were talking softly, Maxim's tall figure finally reappeared at the entrance of the tent. Only then did Furong realize that the other party had changed into a black mourning uniform, meticulous and awe-inspiring.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

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