Chapter 352: Mysterious Myrtle

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"...Albus Dumbledore's life was a great life." After some fervent carols, the little man finally finished his eulogy and walked off the stage.
At the end of the funeral, the coffin without corpses will move to the empty site outside the auditorium.
There is no need to build a grave for him, the ashes can be sprinkled on the Black Lake.
This is Dumbledore’s will, but McGonagall was sure that when he made the will, he had no bones after his death.
Fox stood in front of the coffin and sang, and Phoenix was singing a moving and sad elegy in a way that no one had ever heard, just like the sadness in everyone's mind became a reality, echoing between the campus and the castle window .
Then it suddenly stopped its singing, opened its wings, and started to circle around the coffin. The golden-red tail feathers left a glorious track in the air, and the faint red Mars touched the white coffin, and then Being ignited, bit by bit, bit by bit, nibbled at the wood with delicate fragrance, and finally the fire was ignited, and the whole coffin lit a huge flame, swaying in the wind.
In the firelight, I don't know if it was an illusion. Everyone could vaguely see the old man's kind smile and hear his teachings.
"Fool, crying nose, debris, twist!"
Harry’s turquoise eyes reflected the wonderful firelight, but he couldn’t help thinking of Dumbledore’s appearance at the first-year school dinner. He was kind and said a few words at the end. Brainless words.
He inexplicably thought that the old man whose nose bridge was interrupted twice was trustworthy.
But he failed to help him escape death.
The emotion of self-blame emerged from his heart again.
The fuel was exhausted, and the sturdy flames gradually extinguished, and as the last trace of the hot flame disappeared, there was a clear breeze blowing, the embers rose spirally first, and then the smoke was blown to the lake, turning into a Wisps of pale golden smoke gleamed in the sunlight.
And Fox, I don't know when, in this group of golden fog, his figure was hidden.
After losing its owner, Phoenix leaves for some time.
But the singing sound seemed to be magically encircled, still surrounded by the surroundings, and the reverberant sounded around the beam, never ending.
Somehow, the Murloc and Horse tribes who had made friends with Dumbledore did not attend the funeral from beginning to end, and no representatives were sent.
The funeral was over, and it happened that a drizzle of rain began, and the mist and rain added a sad atmosphere to the entire campus.
After the funeral, some politicians such as Umbridge and some people from outside schools first left here, and the students began to disband.
"Porter, Granger, and Weasley, you wait, I have something to tell you."
At this time Professor McGonagall shouted at them, leaving the three of them, holding a black umbrella, and said seriously:
"According to Professor Dumbledore's will, you have to inherit part of his legacy." Professor McGonagall nodded, and the black pointed cap on his head shook.
"Will? Professor he already knew he would?" Ron stared at his eyes inexplicably,
"Even if there is no mysterious person, just fighting with Grindelwald, it is entirely possible that an accident will occur and leave a will. This is normal, but it is a pity..."
As if knowing Ron's doubts, Professor McGonagall explained, then sighed, and didn't finish what was next.
"Just the three of us?" Hermione asked.
"I'm afraid it is." Professor McGonagall closed his eyes and nodded heavily.
"The password for the office is Apple Pie. Dumbledore told me that if he had an accident, he would let you go to his office and he would naturally know what he left to you."
The new principal, Sincnes’s office, was newly opened on the seventh floor. Dumbledore's office is still the one he was in when he took office.
No one has been in.
The three separated from Professor McGonagall. The group walked on some soft grass and walked quickly to the castle, Dumbledore's office.
At this time, there were more people in the castle.
"Save me! (Woooooooo!)" At this time, a strange, dark armor was making a crunching noise in the corridor on the second floor, as if dragging on the ground.
The Myrtle girl trapped in the steel armor shouted, but the steel throat was stuck, but only the sound of ping pong.
The three of them walked in the dark corridor. Hermione was at the front, but she was in a trance. Her usual flexible mind was like a lack of lubricating parts. The death of the old man gave her a huge blow.
But she still forced herself to recover, accept this reality, and let her return to her normal state as much as possible.
As she walked, she was wondering what relics Dumbledore would leave them.
Will there be a strategy against Voldemort?
She was very focused on this, completely subconsciously walked to Dumbledore's office, and did not pay much attention to the two people behind her.
The two boys behind him were thrown away.
Just as Ron and Harry were about to speed up their pace.
The former paused.
"Harry, did you hear any sound?" Ron's head shook quickly, his eyes looked around for a few moments, and his short red hair flicked.
"There seems to be some sound." Harry nodded and answered, looking around for a few times.
"The sound seems to come from behind." He judged.
"How about Hermione?" The two of them looked at each other at this time, only to realize that Hermione seemed to be walking much faster than them, and threw them behind.
The message for help did not pass to
Myrtle was imprisoned in the armor, and even the voice became rash, and I couldn't tell what was being said.
But she didn’t hear, it didn’t mean there was no impact. The armor was moving faster and faster, the helmet rattled, a huge black shadow appeared at the end of the aisle, and rushed towards the two.
"Harry? Look, what's that? Ron turned his head and looked at the armor that was moving at high speed~EbookFREE.me~ Wandering upside down, rambling, and knocking over many others around sculpture.
At this time his voice was loud enough to cause a warning.
"Oh my god! He's still rushing towards us!" Ron realized that the armor was not far from them.
"Barriers!"
"Barriers!"
The two pulled out their wands one after another and pointed at the whole body black, the metallic armor shimmering with a metallic luster cast a spell.
But the force of inertia is too strong, not to mention that Myrtle is now locked in a dark, losing her mind, even if blocked by two obstacle spells, it has not reduced her force.
The black armor just slanted and slammed the two of them into a classroom. A burst of trampling and slamming slammed into the classroom.
At this time, Hermione had already gone to a higher floor, and did not realize that the two partners had left behind.