"...I am now poured down, and the time for my death has come. I have fought that beautiful battle. I have run away. I have kept the word I believe in. From then on, there will be a crown of justice for me, that is, the Lord who judges according to justice will give me that day. It will be given not only to me, but also to all who love His appearance, Amen."

In the solemn church, the elderly pastor finished reciting the eulogy of a long time. More than a dozen elderly people wearing black clothes lifted their heads that had been hanging slightly.

Sitting in the front was an elderly nun. Although her face was full of wrinkles and spots, her waist was still straight and her face was not as kind as an old woman should have. Instead, it was serious and cold, which was daunting.

"It's a bad choice to make you a pastor. You pronounce a simple eulogy like this. If Greene knew about it, he would start scolding you again."

Hearing the nun’s ridicule, the pastor on the stage put down the Bible in his hand and spread his hands.

"I've said long ago that I'm not this material, so isn't it just right for you to recite the eulogy?"

The nun shook his head.

"I am a nun in the church and cannot do pastoral work."

The pastor curled his lips, wanted to laugh but didn't have the courage to say so, so he could only mutter silently in his heart.

I am a fake priest who has been a fake nun for more than 40 years.

"Okay, we can sing hymns to see Green off," the nun directed.

The old people present stood up from the seats tremblingly. Some of them were so old that they couldn't straighten their backs and even their teeth were all gone.

But even the oldest man stood up with his own crutches at this time.

They sang chants together, and the old singing echoed in this small chapel, adding a hint of loneliness to the already empty church.

The song ended, but no one sat down.

The silence lasted for a minute before the nun spoke slowly.

"Today another old friend left us forever. In the forty-five years he lived here, Green was the twenty-third one, but his achievements were like those twenty-two colleagues who left us before him, and would always be remembered in the hearts of each of us until the last of us grow old."

She held her head up and solemnly recited the belief that she had never forgotten for forty-five years.

"For greater good!"

The old people said in unison.

"For greater good!"

The old voice is still loud, but just like the sound of the evening bell at dusk, it will eventually become silent with time.

They lined up and walked towards the high platform one by one, offering farewell gifts to the old friends lying in the coffin.

The coffin was finally carried away by the family of the dead old man. Among the elderly, some of them were married and were taken away by their families. Whether they had family members or not, their legs were not smooth, and they were supported by their strong bodies and sent home.

The nun stood like this, silently watching them leave one by one, and finally called out three people.

"Smith, Simon, Leon, you guys stay."

Hearing her voice, a cripple man with a cane, a fat man with a beard, and a thin old man who had just taken off the priest's clothes on the high platform, stopped his movements and steps and gathered with the nun.

"What's the matter with Rozier? The cows in my ranch haven't had time to feed the forage tonight, so they can't stay here for too long." Simon, a fat man with bearded face, complained.

"There is a wizard here." Sister Rozier said calmly.

Suddenly, it was like a thunder on the ground that stunned the three old men present.

It took them a long time before someone came to their senses.

The fake priest Leon was a little nervous, and he stammered.

"And, there are still wizards who dare to come here?"

"There are still wizards who dare to come here!"

The person who repeated what he said was the old cripple man named Smith.

Not as nervous as Leon, he has a tough sense of five senses and a high voice, and looks like a pretty hard-core person.

Rozier sat back on the chair and looked at the cross on the high platform.

"A wizard had already entered here two days ago. He had a strong magic power and was an adult wizard. This afternoon, another wizard came. His magic power was weak but energetic. He should be a minor wizard about fifteen or sixteen years old."

"What else do they dare to come here?" Simon said in disbelief.

Rozier glanced at the fool, took out a pack of women's cigarettes, lit it for himself, and sucked in the church without any respect from the clergy.

Although Leon was a little timid, he was the smartest person here. His face turned pale and he murmured.

"We need to care now not why they have the courage to come here, but whether their purpose is for us."

Simon glared at him, as if he was disliked.

"We're all here, we're all ordinary people, what a f*ck you're afraid of!"

Leon defended himself with a flushed face.

"Aren't I worried about those old friends who have already started a family? The Ministry of Magic has contact with the British Muggle Government. If they send people to ask local Muggle police to trouble us, how can you let those who have already started a family live!"

Rozier flicked the ashes and looked at them with a cold voice.

"Get out and quarrel, don't disturb the Lord's purity."

The two old men were so scared that they shrank their necks and closed their mouths, but they didn't know what they were muttering in their hearts.

"As long as we don't get out of this city, the Ministry of Magic will not come to trouble us again. This is what Dumbledore promised to us before."

Rozier made a decision about this matter. Although he was an enemy, he had to admit that Dumbledore was impeccable in terms of credibility.

"Then let's not care about anything now?" The old men looked at the nun with a gaze, waiting for her to make an idea.

Rozier looked at the cross and seemed to be stunned for a while, but also seemed to be watching something.

"You have to have someone come over and see what they are going to do, and then talk about what's going on."

The three old men looked at each other.

"You have to take care of the cattle on your farm. Smith is a cripple and it is inconvenient to move. I'll go." Leon, who seemed the most timid, said on the initiative.

Simon shook his head.

"Those cows are nothing even if they are hungry. You used to be the trump card among us. I have known you too many wizards before. If you were recognized in the past and would be a big deal, I'd better go."

Smith, who had never been involved in their topic, knocked on the floor with his cane, stopping their humility.

"Shut up!" he shouted irritably, "What are you fighting for? I am a cripple. Such an identity makes people feel more likely to let go of their guard. There is nothing wrong with my family, I'll go!"

As he said that, he put on his hat and limped outside the church with his cane.

Rozier sniffed out the cigarette butt and sneered.

"You're just going there? Do you know where they are?"

Smith froze in place, turned around with a dark face.

“Where are they?”

"They are all near the bar on Malton Road. The wizard's temperament is different from that of Muggles, so please tell me."

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Chapter completed!