great-warnovel Chapter 376 Easter Arrives
Chapter 376 Easter Arrives
Chapter 376 Easter Arrives
Hermione's only takeaway from Trelawney was learning to control her concern about prophecies.
Since she is an hindsight seeker, she should not be bound by the words of the prophets. She should learn from past experiences like the wisdom of a fool to create a better future, rather than stubbornly trying to change the conclusions made by the forecourts.
"Harry's appearance in the prophecy has grown up, which is obviously many years away. What I should do is strengthen myself and improve my magic level in order to deal with the possible influence of the Dark Moon."
"I need to strengthen my intelligence. We can't just focus on New Hogsmeade and the British Isles. We need to be wary of monsters emerging from the sea; and Voldemort—we must wipe out his remnants as soon as possible. That notebook is a key area to watch—"
Putting aside future problems, the most important thing right now is to complete the spell of the Emerging City and give Dumbledore a funeral worthy of him.
These two events were progressing simultaneously. As rumors spread, most people had come to accept Dumbledore's departure, and the event did not cause too much of a stir in the international community.
Therefore, Hermione and McGonagall deliberately confirmed the authenticity of the news through official channels, and announced that a grand Easter ceremony would be held at Easter to complete an amazing city-level magic and to bid farewell to Dumbledore.
This news has caused a surge in attention to this year's Easter, with a large number of people applying to attend the celebrations in Hogsmeade. However, the city's population has already reached its limit for maintaining order, and it cannot accommodate more visitors in the short term.
Hermione commissioned Gonuk to carve Dumbledore's tomb and tombstone using the finest, purest white marble, and the goblin offered to add a ten-meter-tall bronze statue of Dumbledore as a bonus.
"You can place it in the center of Hanges Square for people to admire; this is the Commonwealth Party's way of paying tribute to Dumbledore."
The White Wizard is the human wizard whose ideals are closest to theirs, and he has devoted his life to practicing his ideals. Even though they are of different races, the fairies respect this old man very much.
Dumbledore himself was embarrassed by the idea: "That's too shameful! Am I supposed to watch myself standing ten meters tall? And stupidly standing in the middle of the square? My crooked nose is too conspicuous! I'd rather be dead right now!"
"If you ask me, burying me in the old Honey Duke's cellar would be quite nice. Maybe I'd even sneak back in the middle of the night to steal some food?"
Hermione remained unmoved. Funerals are for the living to commemorate the dead. What business is it of yours, a dead person? How we commemorate is none of the old ghost's business.
Regarding the magic that shapes the city, the Transfiguration masters are also working hard to perfect and practice it. For the first time, McGonagall relaxed her supervision of the course and devoted herself to the practice of magic. The students experienced a Transfiguration class that was actually a self-study session.
The noble aid formed from the pureblood recollection was not handed over to Draco for the time being, but was instead held by Hilmi. This scepter can enhance the magic that shapes order, and its effect is even better when combined with half a Great Rune.
At that time, he and Hermione, with the help of others, will use the Great Rune and the fully powered Shining Stone Core to complete the Sorcerer's Emergence spell.
Since the official confirmation that Dumbledore would soon fall into slumber, the White Wizard has been receiving a steady stream of visitors these past few days.
The old ghost had no choice but to return to the principal's office on the eighth floor, where Professor Sprout transplanted a lily of the valley plant for him, which also had some effect.
Perhaps because he had set a date for his return, his symptoms did not worsen, and he was able to receive the visiting wizards as a normal person. Most of them were Dumbledore's students and old friends. They had a chance to reunite one last time, which made everyone sigh with emotion. Although they were sad, it was better than the sudden bad news.
Krum, carrying Grindelwald's orders, wanted to visit Dumbledore alone, but was ruthlessly rejected. Perhaps the only person the old ghost would never forgive in his life was that man.
The young man had no choice but to wander around the new city every day, either auditing Hogwarts' senior classes or watching Harry and his friends train at the Quidditch pitch. Although he hadn't met Hermione again, she heard that he would often inquire about her when talking to others.
And so, the last month slipped away quietly amidst everyone's busy schedule.
The coldest season has finally passed, and even outside the meteorological circle, the ice and snow are gradually receding, and a few patches of green are climbing up the barren land.
New Hogsmeade was bursting with flowers. Thanks to Professor Sprout's deliberate arrangement and Hilmi's cooperation, the entire city was covered in colorful flowers overnight on Easter Day.
On the windowsills of every house, and in the green belts along the street, all kinds of plants that bloom in different seasons seemed to have made an appointment to bid farewell to Dumbledore on this day.
As dawn broke, people spontaneously gathered on the streets of Hanges Square, beneath the newly erected bronze statue.
Because the commotion in the city would be significant, everyone was asked to temporarily leave the buildings, and a team of wizards, soldiers, and werewolves was formed to maintain order.
The students from the castle also came out one after another. They were dressed in black wizard robes, with starlight floating around them for illumination. They gathered on the lawn and waited for the moment to arrive.
The ghosts also emerged from the dark corners and floated solemnly in mid-air.
There were also centaurs, mermaids, and fairies, some mingling in the crowd, others emerging from underwater. What they all had in common was a solemn expression, dressed in the most dignified attire of their culture.
A crimson phoenix soared in the sky, its mournful cry echoing through the air. It was Fox. Although its master had long since died, the companionship of his spirit over the years had made little difference to its life in life. Today, however, would be a true farewell.
As for Dumbledore himself, he stood on the top of the Hogwarts tower with Hermione, McGonagall, and all the wizards who had participated in the emergence of the city, looking down at everything below.
"The day has finally come. To be honest, I'm a little nervous." The old ghost joked, trying to lighten the mood, but no one was really excited. Even the most unreliable Sirius was keeping his head down and not saying a word.
"The Emergence of the Mighty City is my last spell, so don't mess it up and ruin my reputation at the last moment."
Dumbledore leaned against the edge of the tower, pointing enthusiastically at the city's districts.
"Look, our own city!"
"It will become even more majestic and spectacular!"
"Are you really not going to consider engraving a city traffic map on my tombstone? I think that would be really cool!"