The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 630 One Hundred Years of Solitude
It was another bright morning, and the sun shone all over Nurmengard as it did every day, but some people were forever stuck in yesterday.

Gellert Grindelwald died last night, right after learning of Albus Dumbledore's death. Without a word, until Vader discovered it this morning.

Vader, who got up early, went to the highest room as usual, trying to wake up Grindelwald. But what awaited Vader was not Grindelwald's response, but a cold corpse, an empty shell without a soul.

The head that was once held high drooped low on this ordinary morning.

Grindelwald changed into new clothes himself. As if he knew his end was near, he tidied himself up and sat on a chair in front of the narrow window, facing the distance, calmly welcoming the arrival of death.

Just as he accepted Dumbledore's death calmly.

My love and I both died in the tower. This was Ada's first feeling after seeing Grindelwald's body.

One taught and educated people, and finally died on the top of the astronomy tower at Hogwarts; the other lived a lonely life for half his life, and finally died in a prison cell at Nurmengard.

Vida tidied up his lover's face for the last time, then allowed Ada to carry Grindelwald's body out and place it on a clean stone platform outside.

The sunshine outside the castle was exceptionally bright, playing tricks on the sad people.

Gellert Grindelwald, once the most dangerous dark wizard in history and the first Dark Lord who swept across Europe and the United States, is now just a corpse, and only Vida and Ada attended his funeral.

There was no eulogy, nothing, everything was kept simple, Vida and Ada stood in silence, bidding Grindelwald their final farewell.

For Ada, Grindelwald was neither a cold name in the history of magic nor an evil Dark Lord. When Ada was most confused, it was Grindelwald who scolded her and woke her up. When Ada couldn't find the way, it was Grindelwald who pointed out the way to the top of the mountain.

Everyone can curse Gellert Grindelwald, except Ada.

The title of "Wu Cui" given by the system is no longer eye-catching, because she has already inherited that sentence - for the greater good.

As the farewell ended, Vader raised his wand and a bright flame instantly ignited. The flames jumped higher and higher, distorting the morning light and engulfing the coffin that held Grindelwald's body.

The flames are blazing. I hope that the flames can wash away his sins and illuminate his next adventure. I also hope that in that adventure, Grindelwald will no longer be alone.

The burning flames gradually died down, and Vida walked to the stone platform holding a wooden box, and reluctantly put Grindelwald's ashes into the wooden box. Nurmengard, without summer, was too cold and too lonely, and it should not be the place where Grindelwald's bones were buried.

After dealing with all matters in Nurmengard, Ada left Austria, and Vida would go to Hogwarts with her. Without Gellert Grindelwald, Ada would not come to this castle surrounded by mountains for a long time.

Because of the elderly Vida's company, Ada could not be as fast as she came here, and could not be as fast as the wind. So when the two arrived at the school, it was already the morning of Dumbledore's funeral.

It was a pleasant summer day. Hogsmeade, which had been deserted for a year, seemed to have regained new vitality. A large group of wizards flocked into the village in the past few days, making it extremely difficult to find a bed here.

These wizards were there to see Dumbledore off. Some were neat and well-dressed, some were ragged; some were old, some were young. They stood on the streets of Hogsmeade early, waiting to enter and see Dumbledore for the last time.

The streets were filled with people seeing someone off, making it difficult to walk. Vida held the wooden box that he always carried with him even tighter, fearing that it would be knocked to the ground by the people jostling around.

Vida did not cry because of Grindelwald's departure, she just spoke less. If asked, Vida would just say that she was a little tired from the long journey and it was not a problem. Ida didn't know whether she buried her grief in her heart or she also took death lightly.

Passing through the crowds and the Aurors guarding the school gates, Vida and Ada headed towards the Black Lake, where Albus Dumbledore would be buried.

The place where the funeral was held was easy to spot. There were hundreds of chairs neatly arranged there, so that anyone with eyes could see them. There was an aisle between the chairs, and in front of them was a marble table, with all the chairs facing it.

There were not many people in the venue at this time. Vida, holding the wooden box, walked straight to the marble table. She stood in front of the table for a long time until the wizards outside the school entered in an orderly manner under the guidance of the Aurors.

Vida walked back to her granddaughter with empty hands. She left the wooden box beside the marble table. Vida seemed to be relieved suddenly. She smiled and said, "I think he will like it here."

Hogwarts has mountains and water, and the scenery is pleasant. It is a good place for the soul to rest. It is also a place full of magic. The most important point is that there is Dumbledore here.

Nurmengard is too far away from Hogwarts, and the towering tower cannot see the land on the other side of the strait. It would be too cruel to leave Grindelwald alone there.

So Ada came up with this bad idea to bury Grindelwald next to Dumbledore's grave. After all, they were once so close.

More and more people entered the venue, and the quiet venue gradually became filled with sounds of conversation.

Among these people, Ada saw many familiar faces: all the members of the Order of the Phoenix were there, Remus Lupin and Tonks were in love as expected, and they were arm in arm; many old customers of the Leaky Cauldron were there, and old Tom had put on new clothes for a rare occasion; most of the shop owners in Diagon Alley were there, and Fred and George mixed in with them, both of them wearing black dragon leather jackets.

In addition, Ada also saw Aberforth in the crowd. He was inconspicuous in the crowd, and no one knew his relationship with Professor Dumbledore, nor did anyone know that he had broken Professor Dumbledore's nose.

As if sensing Ada's gaze, Aberforth also looked at Ada. His eyes were the same blue as Dumbledore's.

Looking at the pair of very similar eyes, Ada seemed to see the wise Professor Dumbledore again. Not daring to look again, Ada quickly turned her head away and avoided Aberforth's gaze.

When the sun rose a little higher, the students, led by the professor, walked out of the castle and lined up to the lake, making almost no sound.

It's not just wizards who mourn the great Albus Dumbledore. The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest and the mermaids at the bottom of the Black Lake are also sad about his departure.

The mermaids sang to express their sorrow, the centaurs shot arrows into the sky to show their respect, and the phoenix's elegy sounded again.

When the dazzling white flames burned out, the marble table turned into a white tomb, wrapping Dumbledore's body and Grindelwald's ashes inside.

With the passing of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, an era came to an end, and the ups and downs of the past century were buried in the white tomb. From the summer in Godric's Hollow to being buried next to each other, they were finally together again after a century of loneliness.

A hundred years ago, you were not you and I was not me; a hundred years later, there is no you and no me.

People will remember Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald. But people will only remember that Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, not that they had a brilliant summer together.

(End of this chapter)