For representatives from all countries who came here, looking up at the dazzling crystal, they felt mixed feelings and unbearable sourness. Of course, they recognized that the huge crystal ball-shaped thing in front of them was the Miser energy core that they loved and hated.

Love is because it can keep the entire city floating and make it easier for the wizards around them to perform magic and alchemy; and hatred is because they themselves cannot master it. Even though Alan Harris has put it openly in the temple so that those who are willing to come and study can study it at will, but this thing will destroy the other party when it encounters, and it is not something they can master...

Now, in order to obtain the Mither's energy core, the countries in the magic world have to change their previous attitude towards sanctions against them, making themselves polite to the UK and satisfy all kinds of courtesy.

Alan's eyes left and scared the ravens on the ceiling, Anka, who was so scared that she didn't dare to move, coughed twice to attract attention from the audience, took the skull pipe handed over by Katie Bell, Alan took a deep breath, and then the dazzling blue light that spurted out from his mouth suddenly jumped out from around him, rising into the air with bronze-grained blue smoke.

The blue light grew higher and higher, blocking the crystal can, and heading straight to the top of the tall temple. Professor Friewei's former voice and smile appeared again in the smoke - he stepped on the magic books high up, waved his wand to demonstrate the spell to the wizards, and smiled in the office to cast a transformed spell on the cake... Scenes were displayed in front of the wizards, familiar images and friendly voices, but all this will eventually pass away and will be buried...

At the ceremonial ceremony, the whimpers of Hogwarts teachers and students rang from every corner. Some of the witches of Lavenclaw were simply unable to control themselves. Parvati didn't care about the image of her proud senior, and she burst into tears, but she still stubbornly looked up at Professor Flitvi's image.

Like Mrs. Molly, a wizard who graduated for a long time, was also very sad. Grindelwald, who sat in a remote place and didn't want to attract attention, and at this time he put his hands around Dumbledore beside him.

"Yugadimuleviosa~" Allen recited this spell taught in the first magic class of Hogwarts students.

The ashes in the crystal pot containing Flivi's ashes swayed inside like those feathers, until it floated directly above the Nether energy core - now no one didn't know Alan's plan.

Alan slowly raised his staff and pointed high towards the ceiling. The clergy behind him also slowly raised his arms and raised his wand high. A fluorescent light flashed through the towering sky of the temple like a star, as if a star-in-the-scene star was in the universe.

"Please raise your wands and cast fluorescent flashes together." Katie's majestic voice sounded in the temple. "The temple will solidify your fluorescent flashes onto the ceiling and turn into starlight to express your thoughts and grief."

As if inspired and inspired, the wizards stood up solemnly as they said, solemnly raising their staff or magic wands.

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and looked at the star in the sky sadly. Suddenly, a little shot out from her wand was reflected near the star of the star. The sadness accumulated over the past few days seemed to be relieved by this firm move. Neville's hand holding the wand was even trembling a little because he was too sad. He didn't care to wipe off the tears from his face and cast a fluorescent curse. Hermione can be said to be the student who Professor Flivi likes to admire the most besides Allen. This girl, who has always been brave and strong, had her eyes red, and her shrinking front teeth bit her lips tightly, so that she would not whimper, and a bright fluorescent light shot out.

This includes the representatives from other countries who were sitting in a position and looking at the scene in front of them with an outsider's eyes. They also stood solemnly and pulled out their wands to point them to the sky. On such occasions, if they did not follow suit, it would be bad for Alan Harris to be unhappy.

The energy from the mourning and blessings of people filled the temple. The phoenix hovered in the false night sky under the ceiling of the temple. The golden tail feathers shone brightly and shined. However, its lazy and long-tongued singing strangely calmed the emotions of these wizards who were immersed in sorrow, adding some vitality and motivation to their hearts. Anka and Frivi were not like Fox and Dumbledore. All it could give was to use its own talents to soothe these two-legged beasts immersed in sorrow and relieve their sorrowful and sad feelings...

Looking at the stars produced by the fluorescent spells on the ceiling, the desire to participate in the solidified fluorescent spells turning into stars to protect Professor Frevi was like a surging sea, whether for Frevi himself or for his magic to last forever, rushing to the hearts of the wizards.

The fluorescent lights erupted from the tip of the wizards' wands and projected onto the deep blue ceiling that was nearly to the sky. The starry sky began to expand, like a starry sky covered with night. They were constantly preserved on the ceiling by the power of the temple. Just like the stars in the universe, the stars were flowing, forming the mourning of the night.

At this time, the principal of Hogwarts, who was leading the funeral, looked a little reluctant and weak at this time. He had repeated the movements of taking a few deep breaths twice to make a gesture of letting go, but the jar was not falling down for a long time. He turned his eyes away until he heard a commotion in the audience, and the crystal also lost its magic support and began to hang straight towards the Naser energy core.

The moment I touched the huge Nether energy core, just as this jar and Flivi had never existed, there was no extra light, no extra sound or any residue, it was destroyed and turned into nothingness at that moment.

The phoenix's singing ripples in the temple, and longing turns into gorgeous starlight and shines. The song drives away the weakness that memories cannot be abandoned, and courage burns in the song. This last moment of farewell turns Professor Flivi's deeds into legends in people's hearts.

Under this solidified starry sky, Alan, who no longer looked at the core, raised his staff and pointed to the wall. The thick blue velvet curtain on the wall seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, revealing a wall that was shaped like a college library in the Lavenclaw Public Lounge. Inside the semicircular depression, there was a carved statue of Professor Fritilleve.

Katy, the high priest of the Ravenclaw Temple who graduated from Gryffindor, personally held up Professor Fritvi's magic robe and staff, followed by the clergy wearing blue robe and walked towards the tomb step by step, and then used the robe and staff to fix them on Professor Fritvi's statue.
Chapter completed!