Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 476: The Tomb of the Ice Coffin

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The fierce wind is still roaring, and the snowflakes are flying in the air. In this silver-clad lake, where is the solid ground and where is the frozen lake, it has long been indistinguishable.

The sky grew dim under the thick clouds that rolled like a roar of a war horse, even though it was almost eight o'clock in the morning, it still seemed to have just dawned.

This constantly roaring heaven and earth can't help but bring a heavier atmosphere to this funeral.

By the lake, in front of Maca’s eyes, there are hundreds of chairs densely lined up. At this time, all the wizards, regardless of gender, old and young, stood silently, and spontaneously paid attention to the old man with his eyes closed.

In the middle of the neatly arranged chairs, a straight aisle runs straight from Maca's body and extends to the edge of the thick ice lake. At the end of the aisle, a white marble table was quietly placed there.

Maca carried the staff in his hand, holding Dumbledore's body steadily with magic and marching forward step by step. His expression was solemn and solemn, as if every step he took had been carefully measured.

As he moved forward, the snow under his feet seemed to ensure that he was down to earth every time. He retreated gently to the sides, revealing the withered grass.

On the way, Maca met many people. Some have only recently met, while others have already known each other. Of course, there are many others that he hasn't even named.

The wizards and wizards who came to the funeral were mixed, and there were all kinds of people. From the luxurious and meticulous dressing to the rags and thin faces, tall, short, fat and thin.

Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid are the most eye-catching wizards today. They are like a group of different people, because of their height, they seem to have a sense of existence.

But obviously, the two of them are not the tallest today, because Glop is here too.

This underdeveloped giant can't always hide in the Forbidden Forest, because sooner or later it will cause trouble because of his race. Taking advantage of this opportunity today, take him out and put him in front of the public to show his face. After a while, what is bound to happen will actually happen, and his performance may justify himself.

Under Hagrid's tireless teachings and Maca's deterrence, he has learned a lot of simple and understandable principles. It seemed that it was more appropriate for him to live in the wizarding community than being a giant being ravaged and bullied by his own clan.

In addition to these three extraordinarily high-profile guys, Maca also caught a glimpse of Tom, the humpback owner of the Broken Cauldron, Old Ern, the driver of the Cavalier Bus, and Prime Pineer of the Beauty Potions in Diagon Alley. Madam, and Mr. Ollivander, the magic wand maker, and a series of familiar wizards and wizards.

Many people have only met a few times, but he misses them especially.

In addition to this, all the ghosts in the castle also came out. They could hardly see their physical appearance in this violent snowstorm, but Maca could feel their presence.

Of course, Aberforth did not come today, and most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix did not come today. Although they are not here right now, Maca believes that at this moment they should also be silently mourning for Dumbledore's funeral.

The aisle between the seats is not a few steps away, but Maca seems to have been walking for a long time. When he waved that strange staff and placed Dumbledore's body gently on the white marble table, the snow that had originally fallen on the table also slipped from the side of the table.

Even if an open-air funeral is held in a snowstorm, the solemnity of the ceremony will not be affected by the bad weather. Because this is a grand funeral for the greatest white wizard of our time.

After Maca placed his body temporarily, he retreated back into the aisle and stood level with the first row of seats. Most of the wizards in this row are the people who have the deepest friendship with Dumbledore, even if they are not, they also have a pivotal position in the global magic world.

As soon as Maca stood still, a huge shadow suddenly appeared under the ice on the lake. Although the ice layer is extremely heavy, the shadow is so big that even the ice-covered hoarfrost can't hide its appearance.

In a blink of an eye, the ice surface suddenly cracked into a few cracks, and when there was a creak, it arched upwards with a bang, and a behemoth emerged from the lake.

There was a commotion among the wizards, but then Professor McGonagall turned around and signaled everyone not to panic. At the same time, Maca lightly halted the staff in his hand, and the waves and ice that were about to rush were blocked by an invisible force, and fell back into the lake with gravity.

Protruding from the bottom of the lake is the giant squid that has been living here. Apart from its frightening size, there is actually not much danger.

Soon, most of the wizards calmed down, and at the same time, a soft and stern song sounded leisurely from the water under the lake.

That is the singing of mermaids, which is different from the range and way of vocalization of human beings. Their songs have always been famous for being beautiful and moving. It's just that you have to make a sound in the water to let people hear the mysterious melody.

Now, even they are chanting sad songs for Dumbledore's passing, looking forward to the final farewell to Dumbledore who has embarked on a new journey with the song of hope in the sadness.

It is rumored that Dumbledore understands the language of mermaid. From this point of view, that may be a real thing.

Probably the most fragile heartstring was moved by this sad but implied warm mermaid song, and Hagrid, who was standing at the end, sobbed again.

Given his relationship with Dumbledore, he should have been in the front, but he was sitting in the last row with Glop today. It's just that it's unclear whether he is taking care of Glop or Glop is taking care of him. At least for now, his brother's huge palm is awkwardly patting him on the head.

Even if Glop was light enough, Hagrid was slapped on the chair by him, and even the four legs of the stool were plunged into the snow.

It seems that after a long time, or just a short while later, the mermaid’s singing gradually eased, and gradually dissipated in the violent snowstorm. The big squid sank again, and the stirred waves were again blocked by Maca, lest the turbulent lake water wanted to wash ashore again.

At this moment, Mr. Akinbad, the to-be-appointed president of the International Wizarding Federation, took a step forward and recited the eulogy that had been prepared for a long time.

The eulogy praised Dumbledore's noble spirit and outstanding achievements, the major experiences and brilliant achievements of Dumbledore's life, and all the peace and hope Dumbledore created for the entire magical world.

Besides this, Maca actually wants to hear some praise for Dumbledore's ordinary things, just as he always complains that there is no time to relax, or occasionally go to watch Quidditch games.

Because every great person has many unspeakable regrets behind him. I believe Dumbledore himself, and hope that more people will know that he is also an ordinary old man sometimes.

While reciting the eulogy, the mermaid under the lake also floated their upper body with a crash, and the horsemen who were about to move out of the forbidden forest in the distance were also mourning in the shadow of the trees, even the shacks. The owls here also rushed into the snow curtain in large swathes.

When the eulogy was finished, and the lingering sound had not been blown away by the wind, Maca waved his staff again.

Suddenly, a large purple velvet cloth was summoned by him out of thin air, and flew steadily to Dumbledore's body in the wind and snow, and fell gently on Dumbledore's body without being affected by the strong wind at all.

The next moment, the regular rune on the top of Maca’s staff suddenly appeared. Almost at the same time, an ice-blue streamer lightly wrapped around Dumbledore’s body, swirling around the white marble table. Up.

The dazzling brilliance enveloped the stone platform, and ice crystals clung and condensed from the bottom up, linking Dumbledore, the stone table and the earth together, as if they were turned into a whole.

Not long ago, when Guanghua quietly dissipated, a transparent ice coffin with a hint of blue appeared in front of everyone. The ice coffin didn't have the slightest chill, it was as clear as a crystal, and it was as hard as a diamond.

This ice coffin, if there is no power of the same level as the power of the first-level rules~IndoMTL.com~, it will definitely not be able to be broken.

It was the moment when the coffin was first formed. Numerous feathers of arrows rose high from the edge of the forbidden forest and fell to the ground not far away. It was the horses paying tribute to the end of the funeral. At about that time, the mermaids also slowly sank to the bottom of the lake and gradually disappeared.

Although most of the wizards present were surprised by the wonderful magic of Maca, they also knew the importance of this funeral. They didn't make a fuss too much, but took this scene deeply into their hearts, and then leaned toward the ice coffin to salute.

Maca also bowed with them, feeling a little empty in my heart rare.

However, what filled the emptiness in his heart was the large "black meteor" in the distant sky. And what appeared with them were several huge Dark Marks.

The skull formed by the black mist stretched out the snake body, and his hollow eyes looked directly at the funeral site.

Maca suddenly raised his head, squinting at the sky.

"...I thought I would come sooner!" He muttered to himself calmly.

"Maca," Professor McGonagall on the side said immediately, "I will let other professors put up the protective barrier immediately, and everything will go according to plan."

Maca nodded, then glanced left and right again.

The appearance of Voldemort made many wizards uneasy. Perhaps some people would guess some, but most people never thought of this level at all.

The battle between Hogwarts and Voldemort was mostly fought under the light. Even if it appeared in everyone's field of vision several times, the time was short.

Ordinary wizards are always afraid of the arrival of the Dark Lord, and both Maca and McGonagall know this well.

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