On the first day after Dumbledore's death, the wizarding parents whose children attended Hogwarts were the first to feel the changes brought by the loss of the headmaster.
A small number of them hurried to Hogwarts early in the morning to take their children out of school, as though something terrible would happen if they were even a little late.
Did their pitiful brains truly fail to realize that there was only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in all of England?
Or were they already planning to transfer their children to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, or some other famous wizarding school?
Perhaps they 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 had no intention of graduating successfully.
Thankfully, there were not many such idiots.
Humans were, after all, creatures capable of gratitude. After learning the news, many wizards were willing to come and bid Dumbledore a final farewell.
The Ministry of Magic had therefore sent a large number of Aurors to Hogsmeade Village to maintain order, preventing Death Eaters from exploiting the situation and causing major trouble during the funeral.
On the morning of the funeral, Albert arrived at Hogwarts Castle ahead of time. 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 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 be wary of the man. But Dumbledore clearly