On the first day after Dumbledore's death, the first to feel the changes brought by the loss of the headmaster were the wizarding parents with children attending Hogwarts.
A small number of them hurried to Hogwarts early in the morning and took their children out of school, as if something terrible would happen if they were even a moment too late.
Did their poor brains truly fail to realize that there was only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in all of England?
Or were they planning to transfer their children to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, or some other famous magical school?
Perhaps they truly did not lack Galleons, but they certainly lacked brains.
They could barely speak a foreign language, yet they wanted to study abroad?
In the end, they would still have to return to Hogwarts to complete their education, unless they did not want to graduate successfully.
Fortunately, there were not many such idiots.
People were, after all, creatures capable of gratitude. After learning the news, many wizards were willing to come and bid Dumbledore one final farewell.
The Ministry of Magic had therefore dispatched a large number of Aurors to Hogsmeade Village to maintain order and prevent Death Eaters from taking advantage of the situation and causing trouble during the funeral.
On the morning of the funeral, Albert arrived at Hogwarts Castle early. The Hogwarts Express would depart an hour after the funeral ended, and he needed to fulfill his final task as promised.
"Mr. Anderson?"
Professor McGonagall was greatly surprised to see Albert suddenly appear outside her office. She seemed about to say something, but Albert raised a hand and cut her off.
"I warned Dumbledore long ago that Snape was not trustworthy and told him to watch out for him. But