Harry didn't know how to explain it to Ron. Muggle funerals usually weren't like this.
Because after Regulus was buried, Ron was clearly still wanting more. He wanted to attend another dancing funeral.
Ginny had gone to chat with an older student. Harry didn't know whether she had asked Miss Granger the same question, but he could see Hermione's smile was rather forced.
At that moment, Harry felt that he actually had something in common with geniuses: often, they had no way to explain themselves.
The professors and those unfamiliar wizards had obviously been led astray by Professor Wilson. They believed Muggle funerals were like this and were utterly convinced of it. They were even planning to arrange their own funerals that way after they died.
Once people formed a fixed impression, it was hard to change. Dumbledore's expression showed that even the Principal had become completely obsessed with coffin dancing!
Although Harry had realized back in physical education that Professor Wilson was definitely a monster, he hadn't expected him to spare not even other people's funerals.
But why did he feel happy too?
Even after returning to the gun shop, why had his feet kept twitching?
Harry hurriedly shook his head, trying to shake the inexplicable thoughts out of it. He didn't want to admit that he had also imagined being joyfully sent off like that.
But if he died, his best friend and Godfather would probably still cry, right?
He asked as soon as the thought occurred to him, "Ron, if I died, would you be sad?"
"Of course, mate." Ron was wrestling with a Fizzing Whizbee using his teeth. He said indistinctly, "Haven't you noticed there are exactly seven kids in our family? When the time comes, Ginny can lead the dance in front, and us six