More people came, not only the relatives of the Black family, but also some officials from the Ministry of Magic, as well as some friends of Felix. He even saw the figure of Rita Skit, who stood aside in a low-key manner. Since her Animagus was exposed, she has been listed as the most unpopular journalist.

Sirius didn't know this woman, and probably didn't know this information, but Harry was whispering to remind him.

The funeral ceremony officially began.

The grass was green, and the coffin of Regulus was filled with flowers. He lay quietly inside, his angular face was full of calm, as if he was sleeping. He was wearing an emerald green robe embroidered with the Black family emblem, and at the corner of the coffin was engraved with the Black family motto written in French: Forever pure.

Sirius looked at the solemn faces in the audience and knew that there was a tough battle to fight today, but the protagonist might not be him. He took a deep breath and recited the eulogy calmly.

"Thank you all for your arrival. Among you are old friends of the Black family, in-laws, my friends, teachers, and wizards with fame in various industries."

"I have heard that a person's life span is not only in the days he lived, but also in the time he left in people's memory after his death. But I think about it repeatedly, maybe I need to add that his image in people's memory is also very important, from a polite noble son to a follower of the devil who started the war... it would be extremely unfair if it was just frozen here. I am honored that today, at the funeral of my brother, Regulus Akturus Black, announced his achievements in person, and he dedicated his life to the great cause of fighting the black demon. On the long and lonely road, he showed courage and persistence far beyond ordinary people."

He kept reciting the commotion in the audience, and he kept reciting in one breath—

"His achievements were witnessed by Albus Dumbledore and Felix Happ, and they would speak after me... In school, Regulus was an excellent golfer who brought honor to his academy, and he treated people sincerely, uprightly, enthusiastically and courteously…"

Sirius finished reading the eulogy and walked off the stage. Harry comforted him softly. He shook his head and looked at Dumbledore.

The guests were talking one after another, and Sirius's words shocked them. Someone sneered: "Is this trying to overturn the case for his younger brother?" More people stared at Dumbledore. If Sirius was talking to himself, then Dumbledore's next speech would be very important.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, walked forward, and expressed his own point of view: "Regules Akturus Black, shows us the process of growing up a young man. In his childhood, he was most influenced by his family and parents. He walked into school with this mark and made friends..."

"He has come into contact with more new ideas and learned to think. Maybe he is still immature, maybe he is still very naive, but we should not ignore his growth and potential in the process. When he walks out of school and sees the reality of the world with his own eyes, reality and ideals collide violently in his mind. At this time, we see how a noble soul thinks: do the right thing and strive for it. He must fight against some deeply rooted ideas in his mind, fight alone, and eventually win."

"He recognized Voldemort's face and gave him a head-on blow. He died in obscurity, but we will not forget this young and hot soul who is only 18 years old."

"War has never been far away from us. Perhaps one day it will burst out suddenly in our unexpected ways, and as long as a breath remains, we will not stop fighting. When we hold the wand, those pioneers who devote themselves to love and the welfare of the masses will bring us countless spiritual wealth."

Dumbledore's words caused even greater waves. Rita Skitter hid himself in the corner, took out a quill and parchment from his pocket, and was so excited that a circle of sweat appeared on his nose, and the quill flew quickly.

Felix paced over and said, "Rita, the hero should not be slandered."

Rita Skit, the woman, stiffened her body and immediately smiled: "Of course, is Mr. Hepp going to reveal more inside information?" She quietly crumpled the parchment into a ball.

"You are good at making up stories. As long as you don't slander Regulus, I have no other opinions."

Rita Skit stuffed one end of the quill into her mouth and kept sucking. In just a few seconds, she thought of something and her eyes lit up: "I plan to write from Regulus's perspective a dark demon in the eyes of the Death Eater, from worship to disillusionment, what do you think?"

Felix looked at her in surprise: "Aren't you afraid of being retaliated?"

"Sir, the true fanatical believers of the Black Devil are all in Azkaban, and there are a bunch of cowards outside." Rita Skit said contemptuously, "A bunch of fences, you can't find a better word to describe them."

"I'm waiting to read your masterpiece," said Felix.

On the other hand, some people have begun to question Dumbledore-

"Dumbledore, are you saying true?" Barty Crouch frowned. It was once recognized that Regules joined the Death Eaters because his parents did not avoid this. However, after the war, the Ministry of Magic did not judge Reggules because he had disappeared long before that. Even the arrested Death Eaters did not know what happened. Maybe they died in a certain evil, or maybe they angered the Black Demon and were killed.

"In my reputation," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Do you have any evidence?" said Barty Crouch. "If there is no evidence, the Ministry of Magic will not admit-"

Sirius said coldly: "My brother is not fighting Voldemort for your recognition."

Barty Crouch's face twitched violently, and he approved Sirius's life imprisonment without trial, and after thirteen years, he was proven innocent.

Tonks came over and whispered to Lupin, who was beside him: "There are many rumors in the ministry recently. The old things have been mentioned again, saying that Mr. Crouch can achieve his current status by a vicious heart. In addition to the illegal trial of Sirius, he also locked his son in Azkaban without evidence, and all of this is for the position of Minister of Magic."

“Wisegamo is already considering revoking his membership.”

Lupin moved to the side helplessly, he was not very adaptable to this intimate conversation.

Soon, Felix stood in front of everyone. He glanced at him for a week. When the discussion calmed down, he spoke, "I agree with Sirius and Principal Dumbledore's words in front, without further comment. I happened to hear a sentence today, and I will share it with you..."

"Someone told me that people should learn to look forward without having to worry about the past. The world must eventually move forward." He whispered: "It makes a lot of sense..."

"We always do things based on our judgment of the future, thinking that only we can see clearly and far. But the question is, we all look forward, so who will see the future will become a reality?"

His eyes swept over Lucius Malfoy, he held his wife and son, standing expressionlessly, thinking about what Felix had just mentioned.

"I have never experienced war, but I am deeply influenced by war. In my opinion, every war is a collision of different wills, sincere, passionate, selfless, cruel, despicable, and greedy..."

Felix said softly, and instead, his eyes tug at a small group of people like a knife.

"From past experience, when facing choices, some people are careful in calculating and profit-oriented; some flatter and reach a high position; some people are self-protection, while others are hiding..."

"But fortunately, there are still a group of people who chose to stand up and strive for everything they cherish when the crisis came."

Everyone stared at his eyes, wanting to see the deepest thoughts inside him, and Felix just said slowly: "What I'm curious is, friends, are you ready when the choice comes again? Which side will you choose?"

"Felix Hepp! What are you advocating!"

A fat witch roared and shouted, his voice deformed by fear: "Do you want to give orders and order us? And that crazy old man, full of lies, I shouldn't have participated in this damn-"

His words came to an abrupt end, his fat body trembled, making a "hoho" sound, and then he twitched and fell. In just a few seconds, he was pulled closer to the thinking hut by Felix seven times, burning the surface consciousness with the blazing flames. Although it was just a projection of real consciousness, these painful feelings were real. He would be lying for at least two weeks.
Chapter completed!