Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

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

All wizards were shocked. In bars, the Ministry of Magic, in front of shops, and in all kinds of hidden corners, from Britain to the European continent, and even further away in America, everyone was discussing the fall of this legendary wizard.

Many people couldn't believe that Dumbledore, who had always been like a stabilizing force guarding the wizarding world, had really left.

The front pages of news and newspapers were almost completely covered with Dumbledore's name and photo. Swan Media even did a half-hour special report, calling his death "the heaviest day for the wizarding world."

The school quickly announced that the original holiday time would be postponed and that the holiday would be completely closed after Dumbledore's funeral. Of course, the professors did not force any students to stay, and allowed parents to pick up children who wanted to leave school early.

In the following two days, students were hurriedly picked up by their parents one after another, including the Parvati sisters from Gryffindor, Zacharias Smith from Hufflepuff, and so on.

Seamus Finnigan's mother also came and insisted on taking him home, but Seamus refused to leave and insisted on staying to attend Dumbledore's funeral. The argument between the mother and son attracted many onlookers until Seamus' mother finally compromised and the argument came to an end.

Of course, most students did not leave school, and almost none of the young wizards whose families had moved to the new town of Hogsmeade left. For them, the distance between school and the new town was only a few minutes, so it made no difference where they lived.

Wizards from all over the world flocked to the new town of Hogsmeade. They wanted to witness the funeral in person and say their final goodbyes to Dumbledore.

On the evening before the funeral, the sky was suddenly broken by the sound of huge wings flapping. A pink-blue carriage as big as a house, pulled by a dozen giant horses with wings and flowing silver manes, slowly descended from the sky and stopped at the edge of the forbidden forest.

Then, the car door opened and Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, stepped out.

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

Looking at Madame Maxime, Akinbad sighed: "Ah... I didn't expect that after only one year, there would be only two of us left out of the five headmasters who participated in the competition. First it was Karkaroff, then Egilbert, and I didn't expect that even Dumbledore..."

"No one could have imagined that even a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would fall into the trap of the You-Know-Who. The situation will only become more difficult from now on," Madame Maxime sighed softly. "Akinbade, the International Wizarding Association should make preparations early."

"It's difficult..." Akinbad's face was full of bitterness. "Every day we have meetings and quarrels, which makes people feel overwhelmed. People are not united. I think the association will be finished sooner or later. It was good before because Dumbledore helped us, but now..."

The two headmasters looked at each other and at the same time fell into the memory of Dumbledore.

However, the two professors were unaware that Dumbledore, whom they were concerned about, was working overtime in the principal's office, using Transfiguration to prepare a substitute doll for himself for tomorrow's funeral.

In addition to Dumbledore, there is also an old man here, who plays a dress-up game with Dumbledore on his puppet.

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

"Looks much more energetic!" Grindelwald nodded after seeing his masterpiece, but after seeing what the doll was wearing, he couldn't help but frowning.

"Albus, don't you think it's not very dignified to bury a doll in wizard robes with stars and moons on them?"

As he spoke, he waved his wand again and transformed the puppet into a white wizard robe.

This time, Dumbledore was unhappy: "Of course I have to like my funeral. Change it back, change it back!"

Under his transfiguration, the puppet's wizard robe returned to its previous appearance.

"It looks much better!" Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction. "This wizard robe can show my lively side. This way, everyone will know that I am not that kind of old and conservative wizard. To be honest, if it were not inconvenient, I would also like to add a wizard hat to the doll."

Looking at Dumbledore who was beginning to let himself go, Grindelwald's lips curled up into a smile, and then he and Dumbledore worked together to adjust the details of the doll.

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On the day of the funeral, the atmosphere in the auditorium was so heavy that it was suffocating. Everyone was dressed in black robes, and the sound of people talking in low voices was almost inaudible. The breakfast table was full of food, but no one had any appetite, and everyone's face was full of sadness and depression.

When the funeral was about to start, Professor McGonagall stood up and announced the order to assemble in a low but clear voice. Students stood up one by one, lined up in an orderly manner, followed the professors through the castle and walked towards the Black Lake.

Hundreds of chairs were already neatly arranged by the Black Lake. Half of them were already full of people, and the arrangement was so complicated that it was hard to believe that all these people were gathered in the same place.

Ragged wandering wizards sat side by side with well-dressed nobles, and the elderly and the young people with childish faces had the same solemn eyes. They came from every corner of the magic world, regardless of their status and background, and they were all here today for the same thing.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix were all present. Kingsley Shacklebolt was as dignified and calm as ever, and Mad-Eye Moody's magic eye kept moving, as if ready to detect danger at any time. Tonks' hair turned a dazzling pink, and she held Lupin's hand tightly, while Lupin's face was filled with grief that was difficult to conceal. Next to Lupin was Sirius, who was also sad.

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

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

The students took their seats one by one, whispered to each other, and soon fell silent.

When everyone was quiet, Sebastian slowly walked down the avenue leading to the castle, with Dumbledore's stand-in doll floating behind him. His face was full of pain and solemnity, and every step he took was extremely steady, as if he was carrying the eyes and expectations of everyone in the audience.

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

The song was distant and deep, carrying with it endless sadness and reminiscence, as if it would melt everyone's heart.

However, unlike everyone else, Luna stood in the crowd, looking at Fox in the sky with confusion.

strange?

Why does Fox's singing sound not so sad, but rather joyful...