After the ghost, Hogwarts student professors lined up very orderly into the temple, and people were talking to each other in a low voice, like a breeze blowing across the grass, and the ravens above their heads were particularly loud.

Only the wizards wearing blue Ravenclaw magic robe were not led by the professor. They did not say a word. Under the leadership of the new academy ghost Gidero Lohart, the ghost of the new academy, they sat together in the seat area specially prepared for Hogwarts students. Due to the weakening of the conflict between the academy and the academy, the location in the temple was not divided according to the academy.

Professor Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, has never been so neat and clean. You should know that even though the professors usually put on ancient style robes and made her hat no longer have patches, the fact that there was no soil stuck to her hem had never happened.

At the front of the Slytherin team, Professor Snape was at this moment, a hand hanging from the sleeve of the magic robe seemed to be holding the air. This recently developed personal habit movement made his cloak bulge, more like an old bat.

Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor is also dressed in black today, with red and swollen eyes and a pale face without blood. This old witch, who has always been strong and brave, has never looked so fragile before, except for justice.

In addition to the deans, both Professor Caridi Bubaji in Muggle Studies and Mrs. Irma Pins in charge of the library were wearing a thick black mask hanging down to her knees. Standing next to the school administrator Argus Felch, who was dressed all over her body, the hand under her robe showed the relationship between the wizards, although their ages seemed to be a bit different.

"In addition to Professor Sprout, Professor Flitvie is also very good to me. He has never been impatient with my academic problems. He also persuaded me to persuade my grandma to go to the magic class N.E.W.Ts class, and gave me a little cake that could dance..." Neville of Gryffindor rubbed the corners of his eyes on the chair, his eyes were red, and he sobbed quietly, muttering intermittently to Fuleg beside him: "My Lafu is going to the choir, it is one of them."

Emily took Laura, Pansy and his boyfriend Draco, and also sat down. When she heard Neville's conversation, she remembered that she had just seen the vulture specimen hat of Mrs. Augusta Longbottom, Grandma. It was obvious that the elderly witch had a prejudice against the spell class because she failed the O.W.Ls spell class back then. She believed that this course was not worth learning, but she still came to attend the funeral of Neville's spell class professor.

"Apart from his background, Professor Frieve is indeed blameless. Although he is not as meticulous as the good-looking Professor Sprout to students in other colleges, he is indeed very patient with anyone's questions about knowledge." Pansy's bob head swayed slightly, and she quietly glanced at Emily's expression. Thinking that because of Allen, Emily and Professor Frieve got along very well, he deliberately raised the volume and praised him.

"Except for that big guy, Hogwarts' professors are all good at the level of goodness." Draco looked at Hagrid, who occupied two positions and Maxim who occupied almost three positions. He hugged his arms and listened to the surroundings talking about the curse class's goodness before his death, and said softly, "However, Professor Frieve had indeed taught Gole and Crab's two idiots alone... to avoid them from resuming..." After saying that, he took a short breath and sobbed, then turned his face and raised his voice as if he was just a little uncomfortable in his throat and said, "Emily, Allen will definitely get back, right?"

At this time, three short goblins walked from Draco toward the seat next to him. The pointed-eared goblins also looked very sad for Professor Flitvi, rather than gloating as the witches usually showed to the wizards. From entering the temple, their hairy fingers pinched the top hats and placed them on their chests.

"Maybe it was a relative of Flitvie..." Harry thought of Flitvie's rumors, but he had no intention of looking down on this mixed bloodline at all. He took off his glasses, pulled the corner of his clothes and wiped the mist on it casually.

"I can still clearly remember Professor Flitvie's appearance when he first met me, and Professor Flitvie's demonstration of his movements in the magic class." Ron rubbed the corners of his red eyes hard, "Professor Flitvie is not lacking in courage... That horse manure is at least right. I don't know which damn country is involved in this terrorist attack. We must take revenge... Why didn't he turn into a ghost and come back to tell us who the murderer is?"

"Ron, you are too extreme now. People like Professor Flitvie will definitely walk bravely on the road of death, rather than returning to the world to become ghosts." Ginny sighed, "I have never seen Professor McGonagall so out of character. That day she actually cried in front of us... and she looked so haggard today."

"Because of similar experiences in the branch and the event of being assigned to the opposite college, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitvi became close friends." Simo poked his head out of the side and said, "In addition, Professor Flitvi's affairs were not that simple. His relics were protected by some energy at that time. It was probably left by the murderer... My mother didn't listen to the school's arrangements at that time, and went to watch the game on site, and happened to be crazy... She was rescued by Luna... You don't know how powerful she was that day!"

"It must be Allen who gave her a private class..." Ron nodded, "You guys saw that other Harris also saw that they performed really well that day..." He paused and said with some hatred, "I hope they can make Germany pay the price for their behavior this time, and Professor Frieve left very little homework..."

At this time, under the statue of Lavenclaw in the auditorium, the choir singing sounded, causing the guests to temporarily stop the discussion.

These singing wizards not only have members of the current Hogwarts Choir, but also wizards who have graduated from the choir, so the team seems very large.

Neville's Lafur was held in his arms by Luna, who was standing on the edge, and Helena floated quietly behind her. Luna was dressed rarely today and did not wear those crazy and strange costumes. She was just wearing a black magic robe, with golden back and small warts on her back, so Lafur, who was very conspicuous in her arms.

"Double, double, toil and trouble, fire is burning, pot is bubbling, something evil comes from here~ the eyeballs of the newts' toads' toads, the hair of the bats and the tongue of the dog, the tongue forks of the vipers and the thorns of the blind bugs, the legs of the lizards and the wings of the owls~" Luna sang, her big bulging eyes widened.
Chapter completed!