Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

In just one night, the news of Dumbledore's death swept through the entire wizarding world like a storm.

All wizards were shocked. In bars, at the Ministry of Magic, in front of shops, in various hidden corners, from Britain to mainland Europe, and even as far as the Americas, everyone was discussing the fall of this legendary wizard.

Many people couldn't believe that Dumbledore, who had always been the anchor safeguarding the wizarding world, was truly gone.

The front pages of news outlets and newspapers were almost entirely filled with Dumbledore's name and photos. Swann Media even produced a half-hour special report, calling his passing "the darkest day in the history of the wizarding world."

The school quickly announced that the original holiday schedule would be postponed, with a complete holiday commencing after Dumbledore's funeral. Of course, the professors did not force any students to stay and allowed parents to pick up any children who wished to leave school early.

In the following two days, students were continuously picked up by their parents in haste, including the Patil twins from Gryffindor, Zacharias Smith from Hufflepuff, and others.

Seamus Finnigan's mother also arrived and insisted on taking him home, but Seamus refused to leave, adamantly stating that he would stay to attend Dumbledore's funeral. The argument between mother and son attracted a crowd until Seamus's mother finally relented, ending the dispute.

Of course, most students did not leave the school. The young wizards whose families had already moved to the new town of Hogsmeade almost all stayed. For them, the school and the new town were only a few minutes apart, so it made little difference where they lived.

Wizards from all over the world flocked to the new town of Hogsmeade, wanting to personally witness the funeral and say their final farewell to Dumbledore.

On the evening before the funeral, the sky was suddenly pierced by the sound of huge wings flapping. A gigantic, house-sized, powder-blue carriage pulled by a dozen winged horses with flowing silver manes slowly descended from the sky and stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Then, the door opened, and Beauxbatons Headmistress Madame Maxime stepped out.

At the same time, a delegation from the International Confederation of Wizards, led by Babajide Akingbade, also arrived at Hogwarts.

Looking at Madame Maxime, Akingbade sighed with emotion: "Ah... who would have thought that in just one year, of the five headmasters who participated in the Triwizard Tournament, only the two of us are left. First Karkaroff, then Egilbert, and now even Dumbledore..."

"No one could have imagined that even a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would fall into the Dark Lord's trap. The situation will only become more difficult," Madame Maxime sighed softly. "Akingbade, the International Confederation of Wizards needs to prepare as soon as possible."

"It's difficult..." Akingbade said with a bitter face. "They argue every day in meetings, arguing until my head is spinning. There's no unity. I think the Confederation is doomed sooner or later. It was better when we had Dumbledore helping us, but now..."

The two headmasters looked at each other and simultaneously fell into remembrance of Dumbledore.

However, these two professors were unaware that the Dumbledore they were missing was currently working overtime in the headmaster's office, using Transfiguration to prepare a substitute doll for his funeral the next day.

Besides Dumbledore, there was another old man there, engaging in a dress-up game with Dumbledore's doll.

"Albus, should we tie up the beard?" Grindelwald waved his wand and tied a purple ribbon in a bow on the doll's beard.

"Much more spirited!" Seeing his masterpiece, Grindelwald nodded, but upon seeing the doll's attire, he couldn't help but frown.

"Albus, don't you think it's a bit undignified to bury the doll in a wizard's robe with stars and moon patterns?"

With that, he waved his wand again and changed the doll into a white wizard's robe.

This time, Dumbledore was unhappy: "Of course, my funeral should be to my liking. Change it back, change it back!"

Under his Transfiguration, the doll's wizard's robe returned to its previous appearance.

"Much better!" Dumbledore smiled contentedly. "This wizard's robe can show off my lively side, so everyone will know that I'm not the stereotypical old wizard. To be honest, if it weren't inconvenient, I would have added a wizard's hat to the doll."

Seeing Dumbledore, who was beginning to let himself go, Grindelwald's lips curled into a smile, and then he worked with the other to adjust the details of the doll.

.................

On the day of the funeral, the atmosphere in the Great Hall was heavy and suffocating. Everyone was dressed in black robes, and the sound of hushed conversations was barely audible. The breakfast tables were filled with food, but no one had much of an appetite. Everyone's face was filled with sadness and repression.

As the time for the funeral approached, Professor McGonagall stood up and announced the assembly order in a low but clear voice. One by one, the students stood up, lined up in neat rows, and followed the professors through the castle towards the Black Lake.

By the Black Lake, hundreds of chairs had already been arranged neatly. Half of the chairs were already filled with people, and the complexity of the lineup made it hard to believe that these people were gathered in the same place.

Shabbily dressed wandering wizards sat side by side with elegantly dressed noble aristocrats, and elderly old men and young people with childish faces had equally solemn expressions. They came from every corner of the wizarding world, regardless of status or background, and were present today for the same reason.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix were also present in full force. Kingsley Shacklebolt was as dignified and steady as ever. Mad-Eye Moody's magical eye kept spinning, as if ready to detect danger at any moment. Tonks's hair had turned a dazzling pink. She held Lupin's hand tightly, while Lupin's face was filled with undisguised grief. Next to Lupin was Sirius Black, who was equally sad.

The Weasley family was all present. Arthur and Molly sat together, looking sad. Beside them were Bill, Fleur, Charlie, and Percy.

The ghosts of Hogwarts also appeared. Their translucent figures were faintly visible in the sunlight, and only some illusory light could be seen when they moved.

The students took their seats in order, whispering softly, and soon returned to silence.

As everyone quieted down, Sebastian slowly walked from the avenue leading to the castle, with Dumbledore's substitute doll floating behind him. His face was filled with pain and solemnity, and he took every step with unparalleled steadiness, as if bearing the eyes and expectations of everyone present.

At the same time, a long cry came from the sky. Fawkes circled in, his song resounding throughout the campus, mourning the great wizard in a way that no one had ever heard before.

The song was long, deep, and filled with endless sorrow and remembrance, as if to melt the hearts of everyone present.

However, unlike everyone else's feelings, Luna stood in the crowd, looking at Fawkes in the sky with a puzzled expression.

Strange?

Why doesn't Fawkes's song sound so sad? Instead, it feels very joyful...