Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

No one noticed the strangeness in Luna's expression, except for a middle-aged man in the crowd who was so ordinary as to be almost unnoticeable.

Everyone's attention was focused on Dumbledore's peacefully resting body, while the middle-aged man and his companion seemed somewhat out of place, looking around as if they were two tourists who had happened to pass by.

A meaningful smile appeared on the middle-aged man's lips, his gaze lingered on Luna for a moment, and then he said to his companion next to him: "A very magical little girl, very talented!"

He didn't hide his voice, but it seemed that no one except his companion could hear him speaking.

His companion was none other than today's protagonist, Dumbledore. At this moment, the old Dumbledore used Human Transfiguration to transform into an unremarkable wizard, sitting in the audience like a little invisible man with the middle-aged wizard played by Grindelwald.

"That's Sebastian's precious student, somewhat similar to the wizard apprentices of ancient times. The little girl's talent was personally developed and guided by Sebastian. If you want to poach her, that kid Sebastian will definitely fight you to the death."

"Don't get excited, Albus. I saw some interesting futures in her. I'm just simply amazed by the little girl's talent. That kid Sebastian is hiding too deeply, and no one can see through him even now. I have no intention of making trouble for myself."

Grindelwald gently hooked the corner of his mouth, looked up at Fawkes circling in the sky, and continued, "Speaking of which, the little girl seems to have discovered that Fawkes isn't that sad. You didn't explain things well enough to Fawkes."

Hearing this, Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "It's Fawkes' first time acting, it's normal for it to be a little excited, and I think its acting is already good enough. Ordinary people can't find any fault with it at all."

"That's right, not everyone has the little girl's unreasonable talent," Grindelwald chuckled, then turned to look at Dumbledore, his eyes filled with a hint of teasing, "Albus, how does it feel to attend your own funeral for the first time?"

Dumbledore was slightly stunned, glanced around the grand funeral scene, and then let out a meaningful sigh: "Very wonderful!"

He said slowly: "I never thought that so many people would care about me, even traveling thousands of miles to say goodbye. It's just that if this day really comes, I would rather be simply buried in a valley full of flowers in spring. No tears, and no such pomp, just a quiet farewell would be enough..."

Amidst the sobs of the crowd, Professor McGonagall slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and walked to Dumbledore's body with red eyes. She paused slightly, as if saying goodbye to her former mentor and close friend.

Then she turned to face the crowd and began to deliver the final eulogy for the funeral in a choked voice.

"Albus Dumbledore," her voice trembled but was clear and powerful, "was a great headmaster. He dedicated his life to Hogwarts and the magical world without regret."

Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Newt, who were sitting in the front row, lowered their heads and said nothing, their faces full of grief.

Everyone couldn't accept that the gentle and wise great wizard who always filled them with confidence had suddenly left them.

"He used selfless great love to embrace everyone on this land."

A slight whimper sounded, Hagrid stood beside the crowd, tightly holding a huge handkerchief in his hand, trying to wipe away the constantly falling tears.

"He is the lighthouse of the magical world, and has always been committed to fighting the dark forces. He once led us to defeat the powerful dark wizard Grindelwald."

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly and looked at Dumbledore next to him, his eyes complex and deep. In those eyes, there seemed to be a mixture of reminiscence of the past years, and a trace of inexplicable regret.

"When the Dark Lord returned to the world, intending to stir up another dark storm, it was also Albus who was the first to stand up and give us a warning."

The members of the Order of the Phoenix sobbed one after another. Molly leaned on Arthur Weasley's shoulder, her tears soaking his robes. Moody turned his head, a flash of undisguised sadness in his eyes, while Lupin and Sirius tried to clench their teeth to suppress their emotions, but their slightly trembling shoulders betrayed their hearts.

"Today, he has gone far away," McGonagall's voice became more and more choked, paused for a moment, took a deep breath and continued, "but his spirit will always be with us, continuing to inspire each and every one of us."

The merpeople by the lake emerged from the water, gently swimming around the shore, singing in a low and melodious tone. That voice carried a strange magic, as if it was sending off this great white wizard.

"The name of Albus Dumbledore will be forever engraved in our memories."

Thousands of wizards who came to attend the ceremony took off their hats in unison, stood up and bowed, expressing their deepest respect to this legendary white wizard.

Low whimpers rose and fell, and soon turned into uncontrollable sobs, many people covered their faces and cried out, letting their tears flow freely.

For a time, the entire Hogwarts was shrouded in a shadow of sorrow.

Suddenly, a phoenix cry, Fawkes circled down and landed directly on Dumbledore's body, and then a soaring fire rose, wrapping it and Dumbledore together in phoenix flames.

The crowd exclaimed in surprise, and Harry stared wide-eyed, excitedly looking at the fire.

Phoenixes are reborn through flames, could it be that Fawkes can help Professor Dumbledore resurrect?

His eyes didn't dare to move, expecting a miracle to happen.

However, he was disappointed. The flames came quickly and went quickly. When the fire dissipated, only a handful of fine ashes were left on the long table.

Where's Fawkes? Did it commit suicide with Headmaster Dumbledore?

Before Harry had time to figure out the situation in front of him, he saw a dazzling white flame suddenly窜起 from around the marble table, the flames rose higher and higher, and finally凝聚成 a pure white marble tomb, solemnly sealing Dumbledore's ashes in it.

A burst of air-piercing sound suddenly sounded, and countless silver arrows shot into the sky like a rainstorm. But these arrows fell silently away from the crowd.

Looking at this peculiar sight, Harry immediately understood that the centaurs were expressing their condolences in their unique way. He watched those tall figures turn and leave, slowly disappearing into the bushes of the Forbidden Forest, disappearing without a trace.

At the same time, the merpeople in the lake also stopped singing. Their figures gradually sank, slowly disappearing with the ripples of the lake, and finally disappeared into the depths of the lake, never to be seen again.

The funeral ended, and the crowd slowly dispersed. Sebastian was not in a hurry to leave the castle. He wanted to stay and help Professor McGonagall deal with some chores.

At this moment, Agimbar came over and said in a deep voice.

"Sebastian, there are some important matters that need to be discussed with you..."