Dumbledore's Funeral, Phoenix Elegy!

It was not only people from the British wizarding world who had come; the ghosts of Hogwarts Castle had come as well. They floated in the air at the corners of the Great Hall, watching everything unfold.

Dumbledore had helped the British wizarding world far too much—whether wizards, Muggles, ghosts, or magical creatures.

After everyone had taken their seats, music began to play outside the Great Hall, beyond Hogwarts Castle. It sounded like celestial music drifting in from another world, making everyone forget the troubles in their hearts as they searched for its source.

They soon found where it was coming from.

Someone entered from outside Hogwarts Castle and told them that, in the crystal-clear waters of Black Lake beneath the sunlight, a choir of merpeople was singing melodiously in a strange language no one could understand.

The sound made their hair stand on end, yet it was neither shrill nor unpleasant. From the music, people could feel an overwhelming sorrow, grief, and despair.

Perhaps the original work had never mentioned exactly how Dumbledore had helped the merpeople, but do not forget—Dumbledore spoke Mermish. So how had he learned it?!

From the grief these merpeople displayed after Dumbledore's death, it was not hard to guess that Dumbledore had once done their people an enormous favor.

Hagrid sobbed soundlessly as he placed a white coffin before everyone.

They had been unable to find Dumbledore's body, so they could only use this white coffin in his place.

At that moment, Linley, dressed in black and wearing a grave expression, walked up to the white coffin. He gently tapped his throat with his Wand and cast Sonorus.

"Everyone, at the funeral of Mr. Albus Dumbledore, in this time of mourning, I would like to share a story with you."

Linley spoke softly.

Everyone