When Glopp saw many people, he looked at him. Although his social skills had increased a lot after years of study, he still felt a little shy when he saw so many people. He shrank in his body with a cake at a loss and tried to hide himself behind his mother.

Friedvafa narrowed her yellow-spotted eyes and noticed Alan who had not looked back. She obviously felt that the atmosphere was wrong at this moment, and she knew in her heart that she could survive until now by relying on the elixir of immortality given by the other party. So she quickly stretched out her hand covered with old-spots and grabbed the clothes on the back of Hagrid's neck. He pulled it hard and whispered to stop: "Stop Hagrid, now is not the time."

Just now, Maxim, a tall and big wife, was suddenly hugged by Hagrid. At first, she refused, but kissed Hagrid back because of her survivors of the disaster. Now, when she heard her mother-in-law's shouting, she realized that she and the other party were now in public and in the current situation.

So Mrs. Maxim began to struggle and stretched out her hand to push away Hagrid's rough cheeks. She was as strong as Hagrid, who was bigger than Hagrid and easily broke free from the other party's arms. Hagrid stared at Doudou's eyes with an innocent face and looked at her fiancée with confusion. Mrs. Maxim stood up straight, and although her cheeks were flushed, she still pretended to explain the current situation to Hagrid and the others.

Hagrid looked at Maxim blankly, and the small face exposed between her hair was confused: "Professor Flivie?...How is this possible? He is a professor of magic lessons!"

Hagrid's loud voice finally made everyone around him understand what was going on.

"What I have heard of Professor Flivie is the former duel champion...it is actually...it's really a pity."

"What a pity, such an excellent professor died young..."

"This is not just a loss from the UK, but a loss from the entire international community..."

Whether the wizards around him really admire Professor Flivie or want to please Harris, they began to boast about Professor Flivie's deeds, then sighed loudly, saying some regrets and regrets, expressing their sorrow...

The wizards were talking and seemed very noisy for a moment.

Alan, who noticed the surroundings, finally came back to his senses. He frowned impatiently, but did not stop him. He took out a glass bottle from his pocket, and the ashes flew into the bottle as if they were attracted. He reached out and placed the pocket staff and robe, and carefully closed them as if they were holding fragile items in his hand, and received the bag together with the glass bottle just now.

Then Allen nodded to the other people in the family and disappeared.

This sudden and terrible disaster was soon spread to all parts of the world. The wizards who did not watch the live broadcast also learned this fact from various channels - almost every country that came to participate in the International Wizard Duel had casualties. Although many people left early due to the attacks on Allen and Harris before the flames broke out, the attacks that caused thousands of people to lose their names and more than ten thousand injured were unprecedented in the history of magic.

The sadness and shadows brought by this are like demons, hovering in the hearts of wizards from all over the world who have lost their relatives and friends, and cannot be dispelled. Even the wizards who have escaped are still in a heavy mood. Thinking of their friends and other victims, these have become their lingering shadows and nightmares.

Amid the crying and mourning, people felt the heaviness of life more deeply. This painful price and sad memories have made countries use silent prayers, parades, chorus chants and drum music performances to commemorate and memorize many of their own ways to remember and mourn more deeply.

The most popular one is the upcoming funeral of Professor Frius Flivie in the UK.

The funeral was scheduled for the third day after the explosion in the Greek duel arena, and the time was announced early and many funeral invitations were sent.

On the day of the funeral, all entertainment activities in the Floating City and even the UK were suspended by laws. The British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts both deliberately gave everyone a day off to facilitate the wizards to attend the funeral of Professor Flevy at the Temple of Ravenclaw.

Delegations from various countries...some countries, even the ministers themselves... have arrived in the Floating City the day before the funeral.

No matter what identity is, the wizards who came to participate were all dressed in black costumes and walked into the temple under the guidance of clergy in Ravenclaw Temple.

The temple was very quiet, and no one made any noise.

Most of the media who liked to capture news in the past were unable to enter the temple this time, only the official "Prophet Daily" and Harris TV station quietly recorded the entire process.

Thousands of benches lined up in the temporary enlargement of the temple, with an aisle in the middle of the chairs, and a marble table in front of them, all of which face it.

Of course, the Temple of Ravenclaw itself did not use black to express the memorial to a mortal, but maintained its original style. The gauze curtains floating in front of the tall windows were blue. However, because it was the dean of the Ravenclaw College, the ravens that were free-range in the past were gathered inside today. From time to time, the crows coming from the perch on the ceiling made the funeral look more solemn and also highlighted some sadness.

"Dong buzz~~~"

Until the temple, the dull and distant bell suddenly rang, and the sound was not sharp. When the entire floating city seemed to be enveloped in the distant bell.

After getting the signal to enter the scene, the wizards quietly walked into the temple, and no one was willing to break the solemnity and tranquility.

These people are all kinds, mixed with fish and dragons: those with clothes, those with neat and decent; those with elderly and young people. The senior officials from various countries have a serious expression, and although some of them have never seen Professor Flivie, it does not prevent them from showing such sadness.

Some foreign friends who Professor Flitvie made like Leonard also came to attend the funeral, and they also took some photos of themselves and Professor Flitvie or memorable items. Some members of the Order of the Phoenix also arrived, including Dumbledore, Kingsley, Professor Lupin, Sirius... In addition, Tom, the owner of the Burnt Cauldron Bar, the heavy-haired bassist in the quirky sisters' singing group, and Mrs. Mojin from the Diagon Alley Robe Store...
Chapter completed!