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 whose children attended Hogwarts.
A small number of them hurried to Hogwarts early in the morning and took their children out of the school, as though something terrible would happen if they were even a moment late.
Did their poor little brains truly fail to realize that there was only one Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in all of Britain?
Or were they planning to transfer their children to France's Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, or some other renowned magic school? Perhaps they really 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 smoothly.
Thankfully, there were not many such idiots.
Human beings were, after all, creatures who knew 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 to maintain order and prevent Death Eaters from exploiting the opening to cause major 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 quite 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 him. But Dumbledore clearly never