I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 547 Wedding

While talking to Harry.

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

When you're not paying attention, a bold goblin suddenly runs over.

Took a bite of Luna.

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

"Dad, look—a goblin bit me."

"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 you have some talent emerging today - perhaps a sudden impulse to sing opera, to recite in the language of mermaids - do not suppress it, it may be the talent given to you by the engineer spirit!"

He said loudly.

Harry immediately understood why Luna was so delirious.

How could a girl be normal with a father like this?

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

Mr. Lovegood described a wound as a gift, and he turned tragedy into beauty. This reverse language may come from Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, the outstanding witch who liked to 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.

Explaining death to a nine-year-old daughter becomes the most important thing.

Mr. Lovegood used his superb imagination to weave a bizarre world and turned tragedy into beauty, which prevented the young girl from going to the darkness and becoming an Obscurus. He is undoubtedly great. In some aspects, his intelligence is even not inferior to Dumbledore.

Because not even Dumbledore could turn Death into a gnat, a nuisance fly, or a fire spirit.

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

"Oh - never mind," said Luna, sucking her fingers dreamily and looking Harry up and down. "You look very smart. I told Dad that most people would probably wear dress robes, but he believed in sunshine colors for weddings, for good luck, you know."

She followed her father in a daze.

Ron appeared, clutching his arm tightly by an old witch who had a hooked nose, red eyes, and a pink feathered hat, looking like a grumpy flamingo.

".Oh my god, that's Xenophilius Lovegood? I shudder to imagine what he's wearing, it looks like an omelette. Who are you?" she shouted at Harry.

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

"Another Weasley?" said Aunt Muriel, looking suspiciously at Ron, who was now dressed as another Weasley and had red hair. "You're multiplying like goblins."

"I was just teaching the bride how to wear my tiara to look best." She yelled to Harry, "It was made by goblins, you know? It has been passed down in our family for centuries. I heard it was a relic of Shani. Anyway, it's an antique."

She shut up. Talking about Shani made her feel very secretive, so she changed the subject and said, "She is a beautiful girl, but she is a Frenchwoman after all. If it were a hundred years ago, I would definitely not agree to this marriage. Well, find me a good seat quickly. I am one hundred and seven years old. It is best not to stand too long."

Ron frowned but said nothing.

He walked into the tent with his great aunt.

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

"Great Aunt Muriel is a nightmare!" Ron and Harry were hiding 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 dung ball under her chair when they were having dinner. Dad always said she wouldn't leave them anything in her will - they didn't want anything. Grandpa didn't like his sister either. It was because Shani - oh - that's the final resting place of Hufflepuff, the ancient magical heir from our family.

He had a big quarrel with his great-aunt.

My aunt likes conspiracy theories and easily believes them. If she tells you something about the past, it is probably false.

"And your grandfather? Mr. Septimus didn't come to the wedding?"

"He's very old. About a hundred and ten," said Ron. "Mum and Dad invited him but he didn't want to move. He's not in England."

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

Hermione was hurrying towards them, holding something in her arms.

"You look great."

"Hmm - very pretty," said Harry. "But why aren't you wearing the one Owen gave you?"

"How strange," said Hermione, with a smile on her face. She now appeared to be a strange witch, who was announced to be a friend of Fleur's, a French woman.

According to Bill, this witch is a member of the Union and was once their comrade-in-arms.

She was wearing a flowing lavender dress, matching high heels, and her hair was sleek and soft. "I'm not myself 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 serious face. "He must have gone somewhere to be lazy."

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

"Okay." Hermione said, "When I went to deliver the tiara 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 Coatl in disguise."

"There's no way to find them now," said Harry. "Or could you go look for Sherlock? Or ask Bakar to look for them?"

He pointed to Buckle in Hermione's arms.

Fantastic beasts and wizards have always been different, they have better ways.

"Maybe we can try," said Hermione.

Then she woke up the sleeping dragon in her arms, held it up and whispered something.

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

The three of them immediately followed.

Finally, they stopped behind Fred and George.

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

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

She was wearing a very old witch costume, with leather guards around her waist and legs and wrists, and traveling boots on her feet.

He was wrapped in a black robe.

"You—" Ron recognized the image immediately.

He will never forget it.

Harry was shocked.

At this time, Owen, who was deep in thought, also noticed the person coming next to him.

<divclass="contentadv">He raised his head and looked at the three strange wizards. "Do it."

"It's just an illusion."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then sat around him.

"What are you doing--" Hermione blushed. She found that the 'girl' in front of her looked somewhat similar to her original appearance.

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

Well, he wasn't just making this up, the image belongs to a girl called Melina.

The other person had the same fluffy short hair, and looked somewhat like Hermione.

Perhaps his figure was moving closer to Hermione without realizing it.

"Shh - it's about to begin." Owen said to Hermione who was hesitant to speak.

The warm tent was filled with nervous anticipation, with a buzz of conversation punctuated by excited laughter. The Weasleys came slowly down the aisle, waving and smiling to their relatives. Mrs. Weasley was wearing a 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 ​​immediately burst into giggles.

Then music started, as if it was floating out of 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 passage.

Fleur walked lightly, and Mr. Delacour skipped and danced, his face beaming with joy.

He held Fleur's hand, and Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress, and she seemed to be emitting a strong silver light.

Normally, she was so radiant that she always made others pale in comparison, but today, this silver light made everyone look more beautiful.

Ginny and Gabrielle both looked even prettier than usual in their golden dresses.

But compared to Furong, both of them just become a foil and only make people feel cute.

At this moment, beauty becomes a noun exclusive to Furong alone.

Under everyone's gaze, Fleur walked up to Bill.

Suddenly, Bill also became radiant, and all the scars he had from the battle at Hogwarts at the end of last term disappeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a slightly monotonous voice, that of a small, bushy-haired wizard who now stood before Bill and Fleur, "We gather here today to celebrate the union of two devoted souls..."

"Yes, my tiara makes her look prettier," said Aunt Muriel in a distant whisper, "but I must say that Ginny's skirt is too low-cut."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am willing!"

"...I declare you life partners." The bushy-haired wizard waved his wand high above Bill and Fleur's heads, and a large cloud of silver stars fell on them, swirling around their bodies, which were now tightly embraced. 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, adding the sound of birds and bells to the noise of the whole audience.

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

Everybody stood up, and Aunt Muriel grumbled something.

The wizard waved his wand again, and all the seats rose lightly and gracefully into the air. The canvas of the great tent disappeared, and they were standing under a ceiling supported by golden pillars. The view was of a sunny orchard and the surrounding countryside. It was a beautiful sight.

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 table covered with a white tablecloth, and floated back to the ground around the dance floor lightly and gracefully. The band in golden shirts walked to the stage in unison.

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

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

"No hurry." Ron said, looking around cautiously, trying to find Koyatel.

But there are too many strange wizards.

He couldn't recognize them all, so he couldn't confirm that that person was Coatl.

“The process is somewhat simple,” Irving said.

"That's natural," said Hermione. "The situation doesn't support all that red tape."

"It's a pity that I just realized yesterday that if we hold a wedding, it will definitely be quite complicated." Owen looked at the little witch and said, "Buckingham Palace will definitely arrange it on the largest scale. This is a friendly signal. They will do this no matter what."

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

When she accepted the title of princess, some things were beyond her control.

Political matters must outweigh her wishes.

Harry grabbed four butterbeers from a tray that passed by and handed one to the others, "Well, I'll go first."

Ron saw Ginny approaching.

His expression was somewhat unhappy.

He didn't say anything, just stood up and left with his glass of beer.

Fred and George were long gone.

They are going to prepare for the dance.

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

And Owen and Hermione - inexplicably - seemed to see a familiar face in the crowd.

It was strange—a different kind of emotion came over me.

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