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

Sirius didn't know this woman very well, and he probably didn't know this information yet, but Harry was reminding him quietly.

The funeral ceremony officially began.

The grass was green, and Regulus's coffin was surrounded by flowers. He lay quietly inside, his angular face full of calmness, as if he was sleeping soundly. He was wearing an emerald green robe embroidered with the Black family crest, and the Black family motto written in French was engraved on one corner of the coffin: Forever Pure.

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

"Thank you all for coming. Among you are old friends and in-laws of the Black family, as well as my friends, teachers, and famous wizards in various industries."

"I once heard that a person's life span is not only determined by the days he is alive, but also the time he remains in people's memory after his death. But I have thought about it again and again, and perhaps I should add that his image in people's memory is also very important, from a polite nobleman to a follower of the devil who started a war... It would be extremely unfair if it was just frozen here. I am honored to personally announce the achievements of my younger brother, Regulus Arcturus Black, today at his funeral. He dedicated his life to the great cause of fighting the dark devil. On this long and lonely road, he showed courage and persistence far beyond ordinary people."

He ignored the commotion in the audience and read on in one breath -

"His achievements were witnessed by Albus Dumbledore and Felix Heppe, who will speak after me... In school, Regulus was an excellent seeker, bringing honor to his college. He was sincere, honest, enthusiastic and polite..."

Sirius finished his 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. Sirius' words shocked them. Some people sneered: "Are you trying to overturn the verdict for your brother?" More people were staring at Dumbledore. If Sirius was talking to himself, then Dumbledore's next speech was extremely important.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, stepped forward and expressed his own opinion: "Regulus Arcturus Black shows us the growth process of a young man. In his childhood, he was most influenced by his family and parents. With this mark, he entered school and made friends..."

"He was exposed to more new ideas and learned to think. Perhaps he is still immature and naive, but we should not ignore his growth in this process and the potential he has shown. When he walked out of school and saw the reality of the world with his own eyes, reality and ideals collided fiercely in his mind. At this time, we saw how a noble soul thinks: do the right thing and risk his life. He must fight against some deep-rooted ideas in his mind, fight alone, and ultimately win."

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

"War has never been far from us. Perhaps one day, it will suddenly break out in a way we can't imagine. As long as we are still alive, we will not stop fighting. When we hold the wand, those pioneers who have dedicated themselves to love and the welfare of the public will bring us countless spiritual wealth."

Dumbledore's words set off a bigger wave. Rita Skeeter hid herself in a corner and took out a feather pen and parchment from her pocket. She was so excited that a circle of sweat appeared on her nose, and the feather pen flew quickly.

Felix walked over: "Rita, heroes cannot be slandered."

Rita Skeeter's body stiffened, and then she smiled: "Of course, Mr. Hepp intends to reveal more inside information?" She crumpled the parchment into a ball without making a sound.

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

Rita Skeeter put one end of the quill into her mouth and kept sucking it. In just a few seconds, she thought of something and her eyes lit up: "I plan to write about the dark lord in the eyes of the Death Eaters from Regulus's perspective, from worship to disillusionment. What do you think?"

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

"Sir, the real fanatical believers of the dark lord are all in Azkaban, and those outside are just a bunch of cowards." Rita Skeeter said contemptuously, "A bunch of fence-sitters, you can't find a better word to describe them."

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

On the other side, some people have begun to question Dumbledore——

"Dumbledore, are you serious?" Barty Crouch frowned. It was once a recognized fact that Regulus joined the Death Eaters because his parents did not shy away from it. However, after the war, the Ministry of Magic did not try Regulus, because he had disappeared long before that. Even the captured Death Eaters did not know what happened to him. Maybe he died in a certain evil, or maybe he angered the Dark Lord and was killed.

"I guarantee it on my honor." Dumbledore said with a smile.

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

Sirius said coldly: "My brother did not fight Voldemort for your recognition."

Barty Crouch's face twitched violently. It was he who approved the ban on Sirius' life imprisonment without trial, and thirteen years later, he was proved innocent.

Tonks came over and whispered to Lupin beside him: "There have been a lot of rumors in the Ministry recently, and old stories are being brought up again. It is said that Mr. Crouch was able to achieve his current position because of his vicious heart. In addition to illegally trying Sirius, he also locked his son in Azkaban without any evidence, and all this was for the position of Minister of Magic."

"The Wizengamot has considered revoking his membership."

Lupin moved aside helplessly. He was not very used to this kind of intimate conversation.

Soon, Felix stood in front of everyone. He glanced around and waited until the discussion quieted down. He said: "I agree with what Sirius and Headmaster Dumbledore said before, no need to say more. I happened to hear a sentence today, and I would like to share it with you..."

"Someone told me that people should learn to look forward and don't have to dwell on the past. The world will eventually move forward." He whispered: "It makes a lot of sense..."

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

His eyes swept over Lucius Malfoy, who stood expressionlessly with his wife and son in his arms, still pondering what Felix had just said to him.

"I have not experienced war, but I have been deeply affected by it. In my opinion, every war is a collision of different wills, sincere, passionate, selfless, as well as cruel, mean, greedy..."

Felix said softly, on the contrary, his eyes were like knives cutting into a small group of people.

"From past experience, when faced with choices, some people are calculating and profit-seeking; some flatter and rise to high positions; some protect themselves, and some hide..." "

But fortunately, there are still a group of people who, when the crisis comes, choose to stand up, risk their lives, and protect everything they cherish."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on his eyes, wanting to see his deepest thoughts, but Felix just said slowly: "What I'm curious about is, friends, when the choice comes again, are you ready? Which side will you choose?"

"Felix Hep! What are you advocating!"

A fat wizard roared, his voice distorted by fear: "You want to give orders, command us! And that crazy old man, full of lies, I shouldn't participate in this damn-"

His words stopped abruptly, his fat body trembled, making a "ho ho" sound, and then twitched and fell. In just a few seconds, he was pulled into the thinking hut seven times by Felix, and the surface consciousness was burned with blazing flames. Although it was only a projection of the real consciousness, these painful feelings were real. He had to lie down for at least two weeks.

"... I saw the future I believed in and decided to devote myself to it. No matter what obstacles I faced, I was ready." Felix ended his speech.