I, Hogwarts Second Week

While talking to Harry.

Luna was looking dreamily at the magical plants in the tent behind him.

Without paying attention, a bold goblin suddenly ran over.

Bite Luna.

The little thing didn't have any sharp teeth, but only left a shallow wound on one of Luna's fingers.

"Dad, look—a goblin bit me."

"That's great." Mr. Lovegood, who was talking to other wizards, immediately turned around, grabbed Luna's outstretched finger, and looked at the wound carefully, "Luna, my dear, if you feel that any talent has emerged today, ——Maybe it’s a sudden impulse to sing opera or recite in the language of mermaids—don’t suppress it, it may be the talent gifted to you by the engineers!”

he said loudly.

Harry immediately understood why Luna was nagging.

With such a father, how can a girl be normal?

But - in his contact with Luna and Owen, Harry was able to hear some of the true meaning behind these rumors.

Mr. Lovegood refers to an injury as a gift, and he turns tragedy into beauty. The source of this reverse language may be Luna's mother Pandora Lovegood, the outstanding witch, who likes Experiment with spells. One day around 1990, one of her experiments went wrong and she was killed in front of Luna.

Luna was only nine years old at the time.

For a father.

What if explaining death to your nine-year-old daughter became the most important thing.

Mr. Lovegood used his superb imagination to weave a bizarre world and turn tragedy into beauty, which prevented the young girl from going into the darkness and becoming an Obscurus. He is undoubtedly great. In some aspects, he is as smart as Dumbledore.

Because not even Dumbledore could turn death into a hook, a bug, or a fire spirit.

"Do you need something to put on the wound?" Harry asked with concern.

"Oh - it's okay," said Luna, sucking her fingers as if in a dream and looking Harry up and down, "You look really good. I told Dad that most people would probably wear dress robes, but he I believe you should wear sun-colored clothes when attending a wedding, just to look good, you know.”

She followed her father happily.

Ron appeared, with an elderly witch clutching his arm. The old witch has a hooked nose, red eye circles, and a pink feather hat. She looks like a bad-tempered flamingo.

"Oh my god, is that Xenophilius Lovegood? I can't imagine what he's wearing. It looks like an omelette. Who are you?" she shouted to Harry. ask.

"Oh! Aunt Muriel, this is our cousin Barney."

"Are you from the Weasley family again?" Aunt Muriel said, looking at Ron suspiciously. At this time, Ron, who was dressed as another member of the Weasley family, also had red hair. "You breed like goblins."

"I have just been teaching the bride how to look best on my tiara." She yelled to Harry, "It was made by goblins, you know? It has been passed down in our family for centuries. I heard it belongs to Shani. A relic, after all, an antique.”

She kept her mouth shut, and she kept silent about Shani, so she changed the subject and said: "She is a beautiful girl, but after all she is a French. If it were a hundred years ago, I would definitely not agree to this marriage. Okay. Come on, find a good seat for me. I'm one hundred and seven years old. It's best not to stand for too long."

Ron frowned and said nothing.

He walked into the tent with his aunt.

After more than ten minutes, Harry ushered in a dozen more guests, and the endless stream of guests was finally welcomed.

"Aunt Muriel is a nightmare!" Ron and Harry hid at the foot of the flower bed outside the tent, lazing around. "She used to come every Christmas. Then, thank God, she got mad because Fred and George put a shit egg under her chair while they were eating. Dad always said she wouldn't give it to either of them in her will. Nothing - they don't care about it. Grandpa doesn't like his sister either because Shani - oh - is the last resting place of Hufflepuff, the ancient magic heir from our family.

He had a big quarrel with his aunt.

My aunt likes some conspiracy theories and easily believes them to be true. If she tells you something about the past, it's probably false. "

"What about your grandpa? Didn't Mr. Septimus come to the wedding?"

"He's very old. A hundred and ten years old," Ron said. "My parents invited him, but he doesn't want to move. He's not in England."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the Burrow.

Hermione was hurrying towards them with something in her arms.

"You look great."

"Hmm - very beautiful," said Harry, "but why aren't you wearing the suit Owen gave you?"

"How strange." Hermione said, with a smile on her face. She looked like a strange witch at the moment, and she was announced to be Fleur's friend, a Frenchman.

I heard from Bill that this witch was a member of the Federation and was once their comrade-in-arms.

She wore a flowing lavender dress, matching heels, and her hair was smooth and silky. "It's not me now. Are you praising me or this person?" She pointed at herself.

"By the way, where's Owen? I've been looking for him from the third-floor window for a long time—"

"Don't mention it." Harry immediately put on a face, "He must have gone there to be lazy."

"Yeah! He didn't drink the Polyjuice Potion - we didn't prepare much." Ron said, "He and Koyatel used the Disillusionment Charm. He can become whoever he wants. Mixed in with so many people, I'm afraid only Merlin can tell them apart."

"Okay." Hermione said, "When I went to deliver the headdress to Fleur just now, I saw a strange wizard. He was wearing a hood and was very mysterious. I said something to Bill, but in the blink of an eye, the man disappeared. I guess he must be Owen or Koyatel in disguise."

"There's no way to find them now." Harry said, "Or you can go find Heroku? Or let Bakar find it?"

He pointed to Bakel in Hermione's arms.

Magical animals are always different from wizards, and they have better ways.

"Maybe you can try." Hermione said.

Then she woke up the dragon sleeping in her arms. He held it and muttered a few words.

Then, Bakar opened his sleepy eyes, flapped his wings and flew towards the tent.

The three followed immediately.

Finally, they stopped behind Fred and George.

Bakar landed on the head of a girl with a delicate face.

Short brown shiny hair, right eye with golden iris, slightly open.

Wearing a very old witch costume, with leather guards around the waist and legs and wrists, and traveling boots on the feet.

Wrapped in a black robe.

"You--" Ron recognized this image at a glance.

He will never forget it.

Harry was shocked.

At this time, Owen, who was thinking, also noticed the people around him.

He raised his head and looked at the three strange wizards. "Do it."

"It's just a disillusionment spell, just an illusion."

The three were stunned, and then sat around him.

"What are you--" Hermione blushed, she found that the 'girl' in front of her looked a bit like her original appearance.

Owen glanced at her and said, "I can't just make it up."

Well, he didn't make it up. The image belonged to a girl named Melina.

The other person had the same fluffy short hair and looked a bit like Hermione.

Perhaps his image was unconsciously approaching Hermione.

"Shhh - it's about to start." Owen said, looking at Hermione who was hesitant to speak.

The warm tent was filled with nervous anticipation, and the buzz of conversation was interrupted by excited laughter from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked slowly along the aisle, waving to their relatives with a smile. Mrs. Weasley wore a brand new purple robe and matching hat.

A moment later, Bill and Charlie stood in front of the big tent, both wearing dress robes and large white roses in their buttonholes.

Fred whistled teasingly, and the group of Veela cousins ​​giggled.

Then the music sounded, as if it was floating from the golden balloons, and the crowd quieted down.

"Oh--" Hermione said, turning in her seat and looking at the entrance.

The others turned their heads, and the wizards gathered in the tent sighed in unison as they saw Mr. Delacour and Fleur coming down the aisle.

Fleur walked lightly, and Mr. Delacour jumped and smiled.

He held Fleur's hand, and Fleur wore a very simple white dress, and seemed to radiate a strong silver light.

Usually, she was so dazzling that she always made others pale in comparison, but today the silver light made everyone more beautiful.

Ginny and Gabrielle were both wearing golden dresses, looking more beautiful than usual.

But compared to Fleur, they both became foils, and only made people feel cute.

At this moment, beauty became Fleur's exclusive term.

Under the attention of everyone, Fleur walked in front of Bill.

Suddenly, Bill also became dazzling, and all the scars left by his battle at Hogwarts at the end of last term disappeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a somewhat monotonous voice, a small wizard with thick hair, who was standing in front of Bill and Fleur, "Today we gather here to celebrate the union of two loyal souls..."

"Yes, my headdress makes her look more beautiful," said Aunt Muriel in a distant whisper, "but I have to say that Ginny's skirt is too low."

Ginny turned her head and smiled, winked at Harry, and quickly faced forward.

Owen noticed that Harry's face next to him immediately turned red.

At this time, Hermione also took his arm with a little excitement, and the most critical moment was about to come.

"William Arthur Weasley, do you want to marry Fleur Isabel Delacour? No matter what."

"I do!" Bill said in a loud voice.

"Fleur Isabel Delacour, will you marry William Arthur Weasley?"

"I do!"

"...I declare you life partners." The bushy-haired wizard waved his wand high above Bill and Fleur's heads, and a large field of silver stars fell on them, spinning around their bodies, which were now tightly hugged. Fred and George led the applause, and the golden balloons above their heads exploded: birds of paradise and small golden bells flew out of them and floated in the air, so the noise of the whole audience was added with the sound of birds and bells.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the bushy-haired wizard called out. "Please stand!"

Everyone stood up, and Aunt Muriel grumbled a few words.

The wizard waved his wand again, and all the seats rose lightly and gracefully into the air. The canvas of the big tent disappeared, and they stood under a canopy supported by golden pillars, with a view of the sunny orchard and the surrounding countryside. The scenery was extremely beautiful.

Then, a pool of molten gold spread out from the center of the tent, forming a golden dance floor. The floating chairs automatically gathered around the small tables covered with white tablecloths, and floated back to the ground around the dance floor with lightness and grace, and the band in golden jackets marched to the stage in unison.

"Excellent," Ron exclaimed. Waiters appeared from all directions, some carrying silver trays with pumpkin juice, butterbeer and fire whiskey on them, and some carrying a pile of shaky pies and sandwiches.

"We should go over and congratulate them!" Hermione said, standing on tiptoe to watch Bill and Fleur disappear in the crowd of well-wishers.

"Don't worry." Ron said, he looked around and tried to find the figure of Koyatel.

But there were too many unfamiliar wizards.

He couldn't recognize them all, so he couldn't confirm that the one was Koyatel.

"The process is a bit simple." Owen said.

"That's natural." Hermione said, "The current situation can't support those red tape."

"It's a pity that I realized yesterday that if we hold a wedding, it will be quite cumbersome." Owen looked at the little witch and said, "Buckingham Palace will definitely arrange it on the highest scale. This is a friendly signal. They will do it anyway."

"." Hermione was startled and her cheeks turned red again, but she also realized that Owen was right.

When she accepted the title of princess, some things couldn't help her.

Political things should overshadow her wishes.

Harry grabbed four cups of butterbeer from a tray passing by and handed one to the others, "Well, I'll go first."

Ron saw Ginny waving over here.

His expression was a little unhappy.

He didn't say anything, and got up and left with his own cup of beer.

Fred and George had left long ago.

They were going to prepare for the dance.

The group of French girls were their target. Sitting here was just a waste of opportunity.

And Owen and Hermione-inexplicably-he seemed to see an acquaintance in the crowd.

It was strange-a different emotion came over him.

Although Owen was not sure, he felt that the person seemed to be Dumbledore.