Chapter 119 Funeral (Part 2)
I only heard him say, "In the wind and rain, what is this pain? Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams…"
Ahem, sorry, wrong lyrics, let's start over.
I only heard Tom say to the guests below, "Regulus was a hero. Although he unfortunately sacrificed himself in the fight against Lord Voldemort, his spirit will inspire us to continue his unfinished cause."
Continue the unfinished cause? Fight against Lord Voldemort? Fighting himself?
What on earth did Master mean by his speech?
Just as the Death Eaters looked at each other, Tom continued, "The darkness of the magic world has not yet been dispelled. We will continue to fight along the path forged by our predecessors to bring true peace to the magic world."
The darkness of the magic world? Is he referring to them?
Just as the Death Eaters were at a loss, a clever one was the first to shout, "Dispel the darkness of the magic world, for peace!"
Never mind, he couldn't understand Master's thought process, but following Master's pace was definitely the right thing to do.
With one person taking the lead, the other Death Eaters also responded, "Dispel the darkness of the magic world, for peace!"
"Dispel the darkness of the magic world, for peace!"
...
The others present were completely disoriented by this turn of events. What was going on? Were these still Death Eaters? It was like they had turned things upside down.
And should they shout along? If not, would it make people think they were the villains?
Thinking of this, many people secretly glanced at Professor Dumbledore's location, wanting to see his reaction.
This scene fell into the eyes of the Death Eaters. Master, I understand!
So a clever one quickly changed the slogan: "For Regulus, for Professor Dumbledore, for justice!"
With someone taking the lead and changing it like this, the other Death Eaters quickly followed suit, afraid that if they didn't shout in unison, someone might make things difficult for them.
"For Regulus, for Professor Dumbledore, for justice!"
"For Regulus, for Professor Dumbledore, for justice!"
...
As the Death Eaters shouted, with the atmosphere in place, it drew many passersby, A, B, C, and D, to join in.
They seemed to have transformed into warriors inheriting Regulus's dying wish, about to embark on the path of fighting evil without hesitation.
The loud slogans added a touch of passion and solemnity to the sorrowful funeral scene.
It's just unknown what Regulus's spirit in heaven would think if he saw this scene.
Tom looked at the scene before him, completely stunned. Are these guys so proactively engaged now? They've even learned to add their own drama. Sure enough, people need to be pushed to unleash their potential.
Meanwhile, Lucius, among the guests below, couldn't help but cover his face, especially when he heard Draco quietly murmur, "Is this what a Death Eater is like? It's so inspiring! No wonder Dad joined back then." He felt even more embarrassed to face people.
Draco, when your father joined back then, Death Eaters really weren't like this. They've just become strange now, increasingly showing a Gryffindor-like tendency. It's truly embarrassing to be colleagues with these guys now.
Your Death Eaters and my Death Eaters are truly different.
Besides, seriously, if Death Eaters were like this back then, do you think we would still be here today attending Regulus's funeral?
As the slogans gradually quieted down, an acquaintance couldn't help but lean close to Lucius and whisper, "Lucius, have you Death Eaters changed your ways?"
"…"
This question was truly too difficult for Lucius.
Just as Lucius was about to blurt out, "I'm not a Death Eater," as he used to, he suddenly had an epiphany and swallowed the words he was about to say, changing his tone to say:
"That's because the Death Eaters have returned to Professor Dumbledore's command. Under his leadership, the Death Eaters have become completely different from before."
The person who asked Lucius nodded knowingly, "I see, that makes sense. The Death Eaters' performance today really is very much like Professor Dumbledore's style."
After speaking, he began to share this fresh, first-hand news with those around him.
As the news spread through the venue, guests soon learned about it, and this reason seemed to be the most plausible explanation.
Some people's perception of Professor Dumbledore shattered completely, such as Tonks, who is only 1 this year. It's just unknown whether Professor Dumbledore, now re-forming the Order of the Phoenix, will still make her abandon her very promising Auror job to join, after all, the Order of the Phoenix fighting Death Eaters is just the left hand fighting the right hand; essentially, they are all one family.
And so, Professor Dumbledore once again received a baptism of stares.
Facing the gazes of the guests, Professor Dumbledore, who was accustomed to major events, felt somewhat uncomfortable this time.
Why, why, one after another, do they enjoy persecuting him, a centenarian, so much? His reputation is almost beyond saving.
His life has been like walking on thin ice; can he still reach the other shore?
Meanwhile, Sirius also slowly recovered from his sadness, then he was completely stunned.
Who was he, where was he, what was he doing?
It seemed he was giving a eulogy, so how did the funeral turn into this?
Although what was shouted were all good words, and very much in line with Regulus's and his own wishes, when he thought that they were shouted by those Death Eaters, he felt that something was off everywhere.
Unfortunately, reality did not allow Sirius to think much; the funeral had to continue.
However, his unfinished eulogy seemed to have been completed by someone for him, and it was said quite well.
So what to do next? Waiting online, it's urgent.
Sirius, who had no experience organizing a funeral for the first time, looked at Tom beside him for help.
'Gryffindor's stupid dog is indeed unreliable.'
Tom, receiving Sirius's plea for help, couldn't help but mutter to himself, then said to the guests below, "Then, next, let's invite Professor Dumbledore to give his address."
When Professor Dumbledore, cued by Tom to give his address, repeated the old tune, he always felt as if he was plagiarizing someone else's speech.
And under the strange and scrutinizing gazes of the guests, Professor Dumbledore hastily concluded his address.
All he wanted now was for this funeral to end quickly so he could find a place to be alone.
After Professor Dumbledore's address ended, the funeral also came to a close.
After Regulus's coffin was carried to the pre-selected burial site, a few Wizards close to Sirius quietly chanted a spell.
The coffin slowly descended until the soil swallowed it, and a marble tomb formed above.
Golden flames danced on the tombstone, and a string of words gradually formed on the tombstone's surface—
[Regulus Arcturus Black]
[1961—1979]
[In shadowed valor, light prevails]