Vol 2 Chapter 1429: ?Blue funeral

For the representatives of various countries who came here, they looked up at the dazzling crystal, and their hearts were mixed and unbearable. Of course, they recognized that the huge crystal ball-shaped thing in front of them made them love and hate. Miser can core.
Said love because it can keep the whole city floating, and it makes it easier for the surrounding wizards to use magic or alchemy; and hate is because they have no way to master it, even Alan Harris It has been generously placed in the temple, so that those who are willing to come over can research it, but this thing will wipe out the other party when it encounters it, and it is not something they can grasp...
Now the countries of the magical world have raised the floating city in order to obtain the Misser energy core and own the same as the United Kingdom. Even if it is a reduced version of the other party, they have to change their previous sanctions against them, so that they have been polite and courteous to the United Kingdom. Satisfy.
Allen looked away from Anka who scared the ravens on the ceiling so that he didn't dare to move, coughed slightly to make the audience pay attention, took the skull water pipe handed by Katie Bell, Allen took a deep breath, and then The dazzling blue light spit out from his mouth suddenly burst out from around him, and rose into the air with the bronze granular blue smoke.
The blue light jumped higher and higher, blocking the crystal jar, and rushing straight to the top of the tall temple. In the smoke, Professor Flitwick’s voice and smile once again emerged—the way he stepped on the tall pile of magic books, waving. The magic wand demonstrated the action of the magic spell for the wizards, smiled in the office and cast the expression of the transformation spell on the cake... scene by scene was displayed in front of the wizards, familiar images and friendly voices, but all of this will eventually pass. Will be buried...
In the observatory, the sobbing of teachers and students at Hogwarts sounded from all corners. Some Ravenclaw witches were simply unable to hold on to themselves. Parvati did not care about the image of the prefect he was proud of. But still stubbornly looking up at the image of Professor Flitwick.
Just like Mrs. Molly, a wizard who graduated for a long time was also very sad. Grindelwald, who was sitting in a remote place and didn't want to be conspicuous, put his arm around Dumbledore at this time.
"Yugadim Leviosa~" Allen said the spell taught in the first spell class of Hogwarts students.
The ashes in the crystal jar containing Flitwick's ashes swayed like the original feathers, until it floated directly above the Nether core - no one knew Alan's plan anymore.
Allen slowly raised his wand and pointed it high at the ceiling. The clergy behind him also slowly raised their arms, raised their wands high, and a flash of fluorescent light flashed across the towering sky of the temple like a star. It's like a Venus in the sky.
"Please raise your magic wands and cast fluorescent flashes together." Some of Katie's majestic voice sounded in the temple. "The temple will solidify your fluorescent flashes on the ceiling and turn them into starlight to convey thoughts and sorrows."
As if inspired and inspired, the wizards also stood up in awe, solemnly raising their wands or wands.
Professor McGonagall tightened his lips and stared sadly at a little star on that day, and suddenly a little shot from her magic wand was reflected near the star of the day. And the sad emotions that have accumulated in the past few days seem to have been relieved by this firm move. Neville's hand holding the wand even trembled because of his sorrow. He didn't care to wipe the tears from his face and cast a fluorescent curse. Hermione can be said to be Professor Flitwick’s favorite student besides Ellen. This brave and strong girl has red eyes. Her narrowed front teeth bit her lip, so that she will not whimper. She is a little bright. Fluorescence lased out.
This includes those representatives from other countries who were originally sitting in their positions looking at the scene with outsiders' eyes. They also stood among them, drew their wands and pointed them at the sky. On such occasions, if they didn’t follow along, it would be annoying. The unpleasantness of coming to Alan Harris is not good.
Those emotional energy from people’s mourning and blessing flooded the temple. The phoenix hovered in this false night sky under the ceiling of the temple, and its golden tail feathers shone and shone brightly, and its lazy, prolonged tone. The singing, however, strangely calmed the emotions of the wizards who were immersed in grief, adding a little vitality and motivation to their hearts. The relationship between Anka and Flitwick is not like that of Fox and Dumbledore. All it can give is to use its own talent to appease these two-legged beasts who are immersed in grief and ease their sadness and sadness...
Looking at the stars created by the fluorescent curse on the ceiling, participating in the curing of the fluorescent curse into stars and protecting Professor Flitwick’s desire is like a surging ocean, whether it is for Flitwick himself or to let his magic survive forever. Waves rushed to the hearts of the wizards.
Stars of fluorescence spurted from the tips of the wizards’ wands and projected onto the dark blue ceiling that was almost the sky. The starry sky began to expand, like a starry sky full of night. They were kept on the ceiling by the power of the temple. , Just like the stars in the universe, the stars are circulating, forming the sad song of the night.
At this time, the principal of Hogwarts, who was leading the funeral, looked a little bit reluctant and weak at this time. He had repeated the gesture of taking a few deep breaths twice and making a gesture of letting go, but the jar did not fall for a long time. He didn't turn his eyes away until he heard some commotion in the audience, and the crystal also lost its magical support and began to fall straight toward the Nether Energy Core.
At the moment of touching the huge Nether energy core, it was like this jar and Flitwick never existed ~EbookFREE.me~ There was no extra light, no extra sound or any residue, it was At that moment, it was annihilated and turned into nothingness.
The song of the phoenix rippling in the temple, the thoughts turned into brilliant stars and the light shining down, the song drove out the inevitable weakness of the memory, and the courage burned in the song. This last moment of farewell made Professor Flitwick’s deeds turn into The legend in people's hearts.
Under this solidified starry sky, Ellen, who no longer looked at the direction of the energy core, raised his staff and pointed it to the wall. The heavy blue velvet curtain on the wall seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible hands, revealing one A wall shaped like the college library in the Ravenclaw common room. Inside the semi-circular depression is a carved statue of Professor Flitwick.
Katie, the high priest of the Ravenclaw Temple who graduated from Gryffindor, personally held up Professor Flitwick’s magic robe and staff, followed by clergy in blue robes and walked toward the grave step by step. , And then used the robe and staff to fix them on the statue of Professor Flitwick.
The blue flame reappeared, wrapping the stone slab on the pedestal of the statue, and starting to carve runes on it—the stone slab began to detail Flitwick’s life and great achievements. Just after the inscription on the stone slab was filled, its upper left corner The personal emblem of the Flitwick family is painted, and there is an imprint of the omniscient eye at the bottom right.