HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 228 Unfinished Promise

This is the first time Itana has attended a funeral.

To be precise, it was the first time that I saw the black coffin buried in the soil so closely for the first time.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and the entire cemetery was wrapped in snow and mist, as hazy as an unreal dream.

In her previous life, her grandparents passed away before she was born, and her parents were also healthy, but she left them first.

At that time, even when attending the funeral of a relative, because the blood relationship was not so close, she often just gave gifts, ate a feast, and then left, never participating in the burial process.

In her impression, death means that the person who would have greeted you left here one day. Maybe when you think about it, you will feel empty, but most of the time, the dead person is more like going to a far away place. Not enough.

Therefore, it is difficult for her to explain her current mood.

Ixess lay in the black coffin, was sunk into the earth pit, the earth was filled in, and her existence was slowly buried.

Itana could really see—the dead didn't go far away, they were there, and they would always be there.

She will decay with the coffin in the ground, and then completely return to the cycle of nature.

This is death, and this is the reality that everyone must face at the end of life.

Itana tilted the umbrella, and the splashing snow rolled to one side and mixed into the muddy water on the ground.

On the white snow, whether it is dirt or a coffin, it is so dazzling.

She could see Aya standing at the front, and beside her stood a couple in their fifties. The man stared at the coffin silently. His expression could not be seen clearly in the rain and fog, but he could see the corners of his tightly pursed mouth. The woman stood under the black umbrella, wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and sobbing constantly while leaning half against the man.

They are the parents of these two sisters. To this day, when they reunited with the daughter who had left angrily, it was in such a scene.

Their sorrows, their regrets, are late, and the dead will never hear the belated understanding.

In addition to them, there were two Ministry of Magic officials here. Itana had seen them beside Nelson, and they were assistants to the Minister of Magic.

Similarly, many of Ikessus's former colleagues were standing here. Those werewolves who had suffered discrimination gathered at the outermost side of the cemetery, watching this side sadly.

Wordless sorrow spread in the cemetery.

Itana saw a man standing alone in the corner. He claimed to be Ikesses's ex-boyfriend. He didn't have an umbrella, and the rain had already soaked him. Tears or rain.

Silent and mournful, this was her first impression of the funeral.

……

On the train back to school, there were only her and Aya in the empty compartment.

While Hogwarts is still in class, the passengers on this train are naturally serving Hogsmeade, but the wizards in Hogsmeade village prefer the Floo network or other more free modes of transportation, so There were only a few people on this train, and there were only the two of them in this carriage.

Aya was much better than before, but her mood was still depressed, her eyes were empty looking out the window.

Itana didn't say a word either, and she was solely responsible for buying tickets and other things along the way, giving Aya as much time as possible to digest her emotions.

The continuous fields passed before their eyes, and they seemed to reach the sky in the distance.

Amidst the clang and clang of the train, Aya's murmur-like voice came lightly.

"My sister told me that when the matter is over, we will go home together and tell our parents that our choice is correct."

"We also made an appointment to open a clinic in the future, to find a way to relieve or even cure everyone who is also suffering from chamaejasma, so that everyone can be more calm on the night of the full moon, and no longer have to run into the hospital alone hiding from their families. In the forest."

"We made an appointment..." She looked at the wilderness covered by snow outside, and the boundless snow covered everything, just like her frozen heart at the moment.

"Itana." She whispered, and Itana looked away from the window and listened quietly.

"Professor, can they find the murderer?"

Aya lowered her head, a tear fell on the back of her hands folded on her knees, gradually cooling down, bringing a little coolness.

Without waiting for Itana to answer, she continued speaking on her own.

"Oh, so what if I find it, she will never come back."

Aya's fingers trembled a few times, and she took a deep breath: "However, she must be unwilling, so she must find that person."

"Not only that, I also want to..." Her tone gradually became firm, and she slowly raised her head that was originally drooping, "Fulfill our agreement."

"It's just that without my sister's help, I have to work hard..."

Having said that, she let out a sigh of relief and slowly smiled.

The haze in her eyes is still there, but the hesitation is no longer there.

"Itana, I heard from everyone in the academy that you have a great plan, I want to know about it..."

……

Time went back to the day of the parade. After the inspection of Yi Kesses's body in St. Mungo's, out of humanistic care, the Ministry of Magic sent people to send Yi Kesses home for burial, and Aya followed.

Itana found Dumbledore standing alone on the roof with the help of the golem bird.

"The little toys in your hand are quite interesting, are they golems?"

Dumbledore's voice sounded as kind as ever, but a little heavier than usual.

"Professor, I think I know where the murderer has been. May I borrow something from you?"

"The hourglass?"

"Yes, if you think it is necessary, I also hope that you will go together. As you can see, I am only a 12-year-old wizard. If I encounter danger, it is not difficult for me to deal with it well."

For example, how should I justify my behavior of casting spells outside of school.

Dumbledore tapped his index finger on the frame of the glasses lightly, nodded his head, and agreed.

So Itana followed the picture she saw with the help of the double-sided mirror at that time, the location where Ikessus was injured, the direction she was facing at that time, and the location and size of the sound like a gunshot, and moved towards a person who had already calculated in her heart. Go through countless locations.

It was across from the Ministry of Magic building, a utility room on the fourth floor.

The two walked into the house, and the heavy dust made the air stale, but there was a fresh footprint on the dusty ground.

The owner of the footprints paced back and forth in the room, as if waiting for something, and then it extended to the window, and beyond the window, the Ministry of Magic building could be seen.

Itana and Dumbledore looked at the half-open window, where a little soot had fallen on the sill.

"Professor, let's begin."

Holding the hourglass, Dumbledore stepped into the room with one step, a thin stream of magic power split out, and the sand at the bottom of the hourglass began to rise upwards.

Backtracking begins.

(End of this chapter)