At this time, an inner door in the temple was opened by the clerical wizards, announcing the official start of the funeral.

Alan Harris, the owner of Hogwarts, walked slowly along the aisle in the middle of the seat from the door. Anka stood on his shoulder, and the golden tail feathers hung from him and fell above a can of all crystals in his arms. The ashes of half the cans were pounding slightly as Allen moved.

This made some wizards who saw this scene feel uncomfortable. They actually used a transparent jar to let everyone see Professor Flivi's ashes. This strange Ravenclaw-like style made them confused. This approach is too unreasonable and disrespectful to the deceased.

Professor McGonagall, who likes to behave in a manner, nodded with satisfaction at this time. Only wizards who have a sufficient understanding of Flitvie can understand Allen's intentions. As Flitvie, who serves as the dean of the Ravenclaw Academy, who has a greedy and curious desire, will definitely not want to stay in a dark and closed space after his death.

Following Alan, Katie and another priest floating in the glass cover on the tray in the hands of the priest were Professor Frieve's magic robe and staff.

The raven on the ceiling seemed to be organized, following and hovering over Alan's head until he walked to the wide table in the middle and placed the crystal jar carefully on the stone table. The ravens circled around the stone table clockwise, and then flew to some beams and pillars at the top of the temple, quietly waiting for the beginning of the funeral.

Now the Temple Choir and the Hogwarts Choir are singing melodious and sad music together. Infected by this atmosphere, many people are crying silently, with bright tears on their faces.

Alan, who was already pale, closed his sad eyes slightly when he put down the crystal can. His hands, with blue joints, stayed on the crystal can for a long time before letting go, as if the crystal can took away all the warmth of the day.

All the clergy in the temple lined up on both sides facing the crystal jar. The strange and sad music stopped. The wind passed through the doors and windows and left a few long sobs.

Alan's voice cleared his throat sounded in the quiet temple, and instantly grabbed all the listeners' ears. In addition to the initial words "Master of the Curse" and "Dull Champion", he did not count Professor Frieve's lifelong achievements like an ordinary well-known wizard's funeral.

Instead, he chose to start from the feelings he had met with Professor Fliwe, and from the perspectives of the first students to colleagues to the last boss, he told me the warm little things in life like memories.

The unique design of the temple allowed Allen's words to be clearly conveyed to every wizard who came to attend the funeral, and captured the ears of all listeners.

Even though the wizards sitting in the seat had never had any interaction with the professor, these warm little things were attracted by the professor's personal charm under the sincere statements of Alan. Not only those witches, but also strong men like Vasily who came to attend the funeral, even their eyes were red when they heard it...

The wizards of Hogwarts were sober that Professor Flitvie had passed away, was gone, and would never appear before them again...

This terrible fact hit them, more merciless than ever, and undeniable.

"Professor Frieve will be solemnly recorded in the history of Hogwarts school, and the best destination for these relics is to return to the magic he loves most..." Allen paused, calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, stretched out his arm and swung it in front of him and drew a circle, "Please don't be nervous..."

Suddenly the stone wall behind Alan cracked to both sides, revealing the passage behind.

The entire temple suddenly moved: the tall windows began to rotate and tilt to the right little by little, and rows of seats protruded forward, like the tracks of tanks, rotating with the people above.

The interior of this huge temple seemed to come alive, and the whole room began to move like food in the digestive tract. The walls were like dominoes, and they were like wheels that were constantly rotating, rolling forward like waves, but the wizards in it did not feel uncomfortable, just like sitting in a magic bus. No matter how the temple changes and stretches, the people sitting inside would not feel any shaking.

Allen's actions surprised even wizards in temples like Katie Bell. Allen had this authority in the Temple of Ravenclaw, and they had never heard of this function. The use of this space that was far beyond ordinary wizards shocked the wizards, but out of respect for such a powerful wizard, none of them made a sound.

The blue gauze curtain by the window stopped swinging, and the temple returned to its previous static state. The room they were in was connected to another well-known hall in the temple.

The wizards' all eyes are the hexagonal platform located in the center of the interior. On the platform, there is a circular sphere with a diameter of 150 feet stands in the middle of the six obsidian stone pillars engraved with layers of magical texts, which looks like a huge crystal ball with a light blue light.

The Netherener core, which temporarily gives all the public and makes them think it provides power for the entire floating city.

After entering the room, the rich magic power in the air made every pore of the wizards greedily absorb magic power. This comfort and fulfillment that penetrated almost deeply into the soul made them tremble involuntarily. They sat in their seats without moving, enjoying the comfort and pleasure brought by this magic power. Although because the Mither Energy Nuclear now provides energy very steadily, there will be no situation where the richness of Hogwarts was so exciting that people would forget their purpose, forget their place, and temporarily lose their minds when they were teleported.

But for many wizards who have been here for the first time today because of attending the funeral, this is the first time they have enjoyed this indescribable and almost indescribable comfort.

Seeing that many wizards who were not used to getting close to high-concentration magic were still in a daze, Alan gently patted Anka on his shoulder. Seeing that the other party was not moving, he patted him again. The Phoenix pretended to be just awakened and pecked his earlobe with his beak intimately. Only then did Alan had no choice but to rub his nose back against the phoenix's bird beak.

"Gee!"

In the new hall connected by the two rooms, the singing of Phoenix Anka came from.

Anka actually means being forced to open business. It rarely deals with Professor Flitvie. Although the other party often enters his spouse's office, Flitvie is not used to bringing some snacks to him from time to time like Grindelwald, nor has he fed his famous cakes, so Anka himself has no feelings for Dean Ravenclaw.

And more importantly, Anka noticed that his spouse and the powerful creature disguised as a witch had offspring, and therefore Alan had been with it for less time, which made him very jealous and panic. In his little head, he thought that since Alan could give birth to offspring, it might be that his body had some problems with his eggs that could hatch for so long.

For this reason, Anka even secretly set himself on fire and tried to reborn in the ashes to cure the disease without any change, which made it even more panic - so even if he fully understood Alan's intention, Anka deliberately needed him to be intimate with him for a few times and take the opportunity to maintain his feelings before he could work hard.

The phoenix screams added by the special structure inside the temple quickly restored the wizards to calm down. This was like the fairy music floating from another world, making these heads turn, looking for them, and just woke up, their expressions were somewhat surprising.
Chapter completed!