When everyone was almost there, everyone arrived at the church near the cemetery through the pre-arranged portkey, after all, they were all informed in advance that they needed to be active in Muggle society today, so they were not wearing their usual robes, and Dumbledore also turned out the three-piece suit of his youth and put it on.While everyone was eating, drinking, and chatting in the store, Hermione was in charge of the front station.The main thing is to deceive the pastor of the church into believing that the deceased was a devout believer, but in the past, he and his family and friends have been abroad, and this time the soul has returned to his hometown, to the arms of the Lord or something.In short, it's all kinds of round lies.In fact, all wizards don't believe in God, and the mantra is often 'Merlin's beard' or something, but if you want to use the church's cemetery, it is necessary to act here.When the person comes, the ceremony can begin.The priest was a little strange about the family members who attended the ceremony, because these people were dressed in styles that were almost twenty years old, and many of them didn't even seem to understand what 'Amen' meant.When he picked up the Bible, the men tilted their heads and stared at him, not knowing how to react at all, and they had to rely on a few children to teach.If it had been at another time, the pastor would have turned around and kicked people out, but this time it was different.The relatives of the deceased donated so much money to the church that even if the person in this coffin was the reincarnation of Satan, it would have to be buried in the back of the church!
The pastor turned a blind eye to the process, he thought he would be the protagonist today, and as before, the funeral was mainly for him to speak.However, just as the relatives finally placed flowers in the coffin in turn, kissed the deceased's white face, and the beautiful pine coffin was covered with a lid, the seven black men who had been sitting in the back row suddenly stood up!
The men were smiling confidently, dressed in black suits and ties, and wore black and white color-blocked leather shoes, the leader wearing top hats, while the other six wore boat-shaped hats and even brown sunglasses in the room.The pastor closed his eyes in agony, then closed his Bible, and he knew it wasn't that simple.The leading black man, as if accustomed to such a scene, walked up to the priest and drew a cross on his chest: "Praise my lord, shall we take over next?"
”The pastor placed the scriptures on the pulpit and lowered his voice: "From Ghana?
”"Hmm."
The black man smiled and nodded.The pastor smiled bitterly, there is no way, the owner of the family has such a request, everyone is a believer in God, so what else can I do?"
He's yours."
Until 1957, the Republic of Ghana was then known as the Gold Coast, a colony of the British Empire, from which colonists plundered resources and slaves, sold them all over the world, and brought with them faith and English.Although Ghana was later forced to recognize its independence, and the British slaves on the Gold Coast became freedmen, their cultural traditions still retained their old customs.For example, there are all kinds of coffins, Ghanaians like to customize their coffins into different appearances, such as looking like a car, looking like a big brother, looking like a Coca-Cola bottle, and so on.As long as the deceased liked it during their lifetime, then their coffin can be of any shape.For example, since ancient times, there has been a custom of 'happy mourning' in Ghana, they believe that death is just a new beginning, and the deceased is like going away alone, so the still alive must send their loved ones away happily.Singing, dancing, drinking, and eating around the coffin were common rituals of joy and mourning, long before they became a colony of the Gold Coast, but later they were colonized by the British, so the funeral was combined with some rituals of God's faith.As a professional counterpart, of course, the pastor knew this, and he could have participated, after all, according to Ghanaian custom, even strangers who wanted to jump along were welcome.But I'm getting old, and this is the Lord's dwelling place, so forget it."
Amen."
The black man saluted with skillful movements, then glanced at the men behind him.I saw that the six people scattered in an instant, grabbed the bottom of the coffin and exerted force, and the big wooden box flew high and landed firmly on the shoulders of several people under the attention of everyone.The leading black man held the cane he had brought with both hands, and placed an OSE, and then from the small speaker he was carrying, there was magical cheerful music, and several people went out with the coffin singing and dancing.Only then did the priest notice that all the relatives of the deceased, except for a little girl who covered her face, were all looking very interested and eager to try.Forget it, let's go through the process and wait next to the tomb by yourself.The professional team that walked out of the church seemed to let themselves go, and they began to carry the coffin to perform all kinds of fancy actions, such as flying the coffin up and down, or crawling on the ground with the coffin on their shoulders, or several people lying on the ground, holding the coffin on their shoulders, and then kicking their feet towards the sky.The speed of the march is very slow, walking and stopping, and dancing constantly.This funeral is such a process, in fact, dancing with a coffin is also the first attempt for them, although they are professional funeral personnel, but in the past, just a few people carried the coffin away, and several other people danced around the coffin.But this time, the employer had a special requirement to let them jump with the coffin on their shoulders, for which they added a lot of money and chartered a plane transfer.The team leader felt that this business could be done, and it was not difficult for a professional team like them to carry the coffin, as long as everyone practiced with sand in an empty coffin in Ghana for two days, it was completely handy.The music is upbeat, the sun is just right, and the blacks are confidently holding their heads up and their chests high, and their movements are uniform.Probe, pan, rotate, perfect!
Dumbledore, who was following behind the coffin, wiped his eyes and said with some emotion: "Ah, music and dance are always moving. ”Sirius also burst into tears and smiled, and he nodded, "You're right, Headmaster, Regulus has loved to be lively since he was a child, and he will be happy today." ”Flitwick was already squirming to the music of the Negroes, and as he learned the dance steps, he said, "Headmaster, if I die one day, can you give me a Muggle funeral?"
I think my coffin will be lighter. ”"Good advice, Professor Flitwick."
Dumbledore also learned to twist a few times, and followed the music: "I think every professor who has ever taught at Hogwarts should be given this perk. ”Snape didn't jump, but he could see his fingers shaking to the music, and the muscles in his face twitched, as if he was restrained from laughing.The Ron family danced along, and it was the first time they had attended a Muggle funeral, which was a novel but enjoyable experience.The people of the Order of the Phoenix were not familiar with Regulus, and they came to the funeral to see Sirius contributing the ancestral house as a base, if it was really a particularly serious funeral, it is estimated that no one would be able to cry, and even mourning would have to be pretended.It's so much better now, don't you cry, can't you dance?
In this way, participating in the funeral gave Sirius face, and he didn't have to pretend to be sad and feel awkward.Everyone present was satisfied, and although everyone didn't say anything, they all thought in their hearts that Professor Wilson, who helped organize the funeral, was really a genius planner