After returning from the disaster in England, after thinking about it for so long, Hermione may have really figured it out.

She is no longer obsessed with the relationship that has made her obsessed for a long time, and she is no longer obsessed with the back that seems to be unable to catch up. Therefore, she has even been able to take the funeral with "him" as the protagonist as normal, so that her eyes can easily cross the towering mountains and look at the more distant scenery.

"I seem to suddenly begin to understand why 'he' would do such an inexplicable thing."

Ron looked at Hermione's calm and capable profile, and forgot to eat the remaining half of the pie in his hand. He just had a flash of light in his mind, and he seemed to have sensed it, and said this to Neville beside him in a somewhat confused way.

"What?" Neville asked subconsciously, not hearing his murmur.

Ron was also startled, then shook his head again.

"No, it's nothing... Maybe I'm overthinking it! After all..."

His voice became softer and softer, and in the end he couldn't even tell what he was muttering. Only when he was at a loss for a while, the occasional slight soreness at the connection between the thigh and the alchemy prosthesis was a vague reminder that some facts had actually happened.

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The funeral in honor of the hero will be held today.

This news has spread all of a sudden with the arrival of the early morning in this port camp - the wizards of the Federation who follow Maxim are very conscientious, knowing that this event is of great significance to their own president. Under the circumstances, this work was done quite neatly by them.

Although the advance of the funeral date can never avoid the sense of haste, but with the full preparation of the union staff headed by Mrs. Maxime, the camp still successfully created the solemn atmosphere that a funeral ceremony should have.

It seems that even the world has been infected by this atmosphere. Today's weather looks a little gloomy.

Since early in the morning, there have been many more Muggle people outside the camp. Under the watchful eyes of many wizard condolences, they hurriedly fiddled with various instruments that wizards could not understand, preparing for the next live broadcast.

However, even if these are the staff who were selected after multiple screenings, facing the "rumored" wizards not far away, they still can't help but cast curious glances from time to time - yes, just Like the wizards who are watching themselves.

Fortunately, in any case, the current work is the priority. People like them who can be chosen to come here to do things know better than anyone else what they are doing.

"The first machine is in place!"

"The communication signal is confirmed, the main station studio is confirmed, and the branch line delay is confirmed."

"Adjust it again, make sure to ensure the live broadcast effect!"

"Re-adjust and receive!"

Time was a little tight, and they didn't have the energy to look around any longer, and they quickly threw themselves into the layout of the scene.

Compared with the condolences and guests who seem to have nothing to do, they undoubtedly have a greater responsibility - just a group of wizards, after reading a lot of terrifying information from the front line lost ground, it is a few strange clothes. People, it's not enough to make them make a fuss.

After a while, the mourners who had been watching with curiosity for a while also returned to the camp under the guidance of the federation staff in the camp, and began to eat in a hurry.

At a time like this, Maxim would naturally not let anyone prepare a hearty breakfast, and her own meal process was just as casual as she was in private during this time.

Taking a few mouthfuls of dry food with the cold tea, she walked to the tent door with the little remaining black tea, looked up at the white sky, and frowned slightly.

"Although it fits the tone of today, but... it's cloudy, it's unpleasant weather after all! Especially now, it always reminds people of something..."

"But ma'am, I remember that Macha seems to like cloudy days."

At this moment, Fleur happened to be standing outside Maxim's tent. Or, it can't actually be said to be "just", because she temporarily served as the representative of Maca's living relatives and friends in today's upcoming funeral.

It may sound a little strange, because the relationship between Fleur and Maca doesn't seem to be that close, and among these people in the camp right now, she shouldn't be the one to come forward.

But Maxim still let her attend in this capacity.

After all, in the eyes of the vast majority of outsiders who will witness the funeral today, Maca's interpersonal relationship is obviously ambiguous. Since no one raised any objections, and no one took the initiative to ask Ying, that's how things were done.

"Really?" Maxim was stunned when he heard the words, "McLean's preference...? So, today is cloudy, and it's a good thing."

Leaving such a sentence, Maxim immediately turned around and walked into the tent again. Just at the moment when the side face was about to fall into the shadow, Furong, who turned her head and looked at her, saw a rare sense of disappointment in the eyes of the other party.

Maxim is also someone who has known Maca for a long time, and now, under the influence of the environment and his own obsessions, he will preside over the funeral for the younger acquaintance who is far younger than himself, even if it is the current "President President". ”, while insisting, it is probably inevitable that you will sigh in your heart.

It's that Madame Maxime is too tall, and Furong, who can only look up at close range, doesn't know whether the picture she saw at that moment was just an illusion.

And just after Furong stopped and pondered for a while, the tent in front of UU reading www.uukanshu.com was busy, and then it became quiet again, and more and more people gathered in the open space in front of the tent...

The funeral ceremony is finally about to begin.

"Bill?" Seeing her lover walking through the crowd to her side, Fleur also took the initiative to lean over and asked in a low voice, "Have Hermione and the others all come too?"

"Not yet," Bill shook his head, "I might go directly to the ceremony site in front of the camp!"

"Are they coming?" Furong asked subconsciously again, "Ah! Did you pick up Harry on the boat?"

Since seeing Hermione and the others yesterday, she has noticed some signs. Although no one said it clearly, she could feel that the little friends seemed not to be very active in the funeral.

Sure enough, Bill shook his head again after hearing this.

"Something must have happened... Let's see then! To be honest, I don't know—Ginny and Ron didn't tell me anything until they separated just now."

Just as the two were talking softly, Maxim's tall figure finally reappeared at the entrance of the tent. Only then did Furong realize that the other party had changed into a black mourning uniform, meticulous and awe-inspiring.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

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