94 hp Diagon Alley

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"Mother's much worse," said Charlie.He turned his head to look, and lowered his voice: "I really hope Dad will come back soon, Mom is starting to get upset."

They all looked towards Mrs. Weasley, who kept looking towards the gate while pulling herself together to talk to Mrs. Delacour.

After a while she cried out into the garden: "I think we had better not wait for Arthur, and start now, he must be delayed--oh!"

Everyone saw it at the same time: a flash of light across the yard, onto the table, and transformed into a bright silver mole, rearing up on its hind legs and speaking in Mr. Weasley's voice. "The Minister for Magic has come with me."

The patron saint suddenly disappeared, and the Furong family stared at the place where it disappeared in amazement.

"We shouldn't be here," said Lupine immediately, "Harry - sorry - I'll explain next time -"

He grabbed Tonks by the wrist and pulled her away.They ran to the fence, turned over and disappeared.Mrs. Weasley looked puzzled.

"Minister—but why—? I don't understand—"

There was no time to discuss the matter, and a second later, Mr. Weasley suddenly appeared at the gate, accompanied by Rufus Scrimgeour, instantly recognizable by his long gray hair.

The two newcomers strode across the yard toward the garden and the lantern-lit table, and everyone at the table watched in silence as they approached.Scrimgeour stepped into the light of the lantern, and Gwen saw that he was much older than when he had come uninvited at Christmas, thin and haggard, with a stern look on his face.

"Sorry to interrupt," said Scrimgeour, limping to a stop at the table, "and I realize I've trespassed on a party."

His gaze rested for a moment on the giant snitch cake.

"I wish you a long life."

"Thank you," said Harry.

"I would like to speak to you alone," continued Scrimgeour, "and Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger."

"Us?" said Ron, surprised in his voice. "What are you calling us for?"

"I'll let you know when we find a more secluded place," said Scrimgeour. "Is there such a place?" he asked Mr. Weasley.

"Yes, of course." said Mr. Weasley, looking a little nervous. "Well, the living room, the living room is fine."

"You go ahead," Scrimgeour said to Ron. "You don't have to accompany us, Arthur."

The three got up to leave, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged a disturbed look.No one else at the table said anything, but they probably all had the same thought: Scrimgeour must have learned from somewhere that the three of them planned to drop out of Hogwarts.

After a while, they heard a commotion, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rushed into the house like flying.Then Gwen saw the annoyed Minister come out alone.

"What does he want to do?" asked Mr. Weasley, who was following behind, and turned his head to look at Harry, Ron and Hermione who filed out, and Mrs. Weasley who hurried back to them.

"Give us what Dumbledore left us," said Harry. "They've just brought out what he bequeathed."

Out in the garden, at the supper table, the three things Scrimgeour had given them passed from hand to hand.Everyone squealed about Deluminator and Beedle the Bard, and regretted Scrimgeour's refusal to pass the sword to Harry, but, as to why Dumbledore gave Harry an old No one can tell why.Mr. Weasley looked at the Deluminator several times, and Mrs. Weasley said tentatively, "Harry, dear, we are all famished and we don't want to start without you... Now I can serve the food." ?"

Everyone ate in a hurry, and then sang "Happy Birthday to You" hastily. After eating the cake in two bites, the party ended.Hagrid had been invited to the wedding the next day, but he was too big to sleep in the overcrowded Burrow, so he pitched his own tent in a nearby field.

At three o'clock the next afternoon, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George stood outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the wedding guests.Harry had taken a massive dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village of Ottery St. Catchpole, whose hair Fred had stolen with the Coming Charm.They planned to introduce Harry as "cousin Barney" to their guests, and they hoped to cover him up because the Weasleys had a lot of relatives anyway.

The four of them hold the seating chart in their hands, and can help guide the guests to the appropriate seats.An hour ago, a group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden jackets came, and now these wizards are sitting under a tree not far away, smoking their pipes.A cloud of blue smoke curled up there.

Behind the welcoming boys, the entrance to the big tent was covered with a long purple carpet, flanked by rows of dainty golden chairs.White and gold flowers are twined around the pillars.Fred and George tethered a string of golden balloons over the spot where Bill and Fleur were to be married.Outside, bees and butterflies fluttered lazily over the grass and hedgerows.Harry felt very uncomfortable.The Muggle boy he was impersonating was slightly fatter than he was, and his dress robes felt hot and tight in the hot summer sun.

"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his robe, "I won't play any of these nasty tricks. You can wear what you like, and I'll give mother a body-binding charm." , until the matter is over."

"She's been doing all right this morning, though," said George, "and cried a bit about Percy not being able to come, when who cares? Oh, dear, get ready—they're coming, look."

At the far end of the courtyard, one after another brightly colored figures appeared out of thin air.After a few minutes a procession formed and began to meander through the gardens towards the marquee.Strange flowers and enchanted birds quivered in witches' hats, and precious gems shone in the bow ties of many a wizard.As the group moved closer to the tent, the excited chatter grew louder, drowning out the buzzing of the bees.

"Great, I think I saw some Veela cousins," said George, craned his neck to get a better look. "They need someone to help them understand British customs..."

"Don't be so anxious, just listen," Fred said, rushing past the group of middle-aged witches in front of the line, and said in French to the two beautiful French girls first, "Hey——please allow me to serve you." The French girls giggled and let him go in with them.George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches.

"I'm trying to save you, brother," Fred said to George before he left, lifting his chin so he could see Gwen staring at him from a distance.

Ron was in charge of greeting Perkins, Mr. Weasley's old colleague in the Ministry of Magic, and it fell into Harry's hands, an old couple with hard ears.

"Okay." He heard a familiar voice just as he stepped out of the tent, and saw Tonks and Lupine standing at the front of the line.Tonks specifically turned his hair blonde. "Arthur told me you were the one with the curly hair. I'm so sorry last night," she said in a low voice as Harry led them down the aisle. "The Ministry of Magic is cracking down on werewolves very hard at the moment, and we thought we might be in danger if we were there." Get you into trouble."

"It's okay, I understand." Harry said more to Lupine.Lupine gave him a quick smile, but as they turned away Harry saw Lupine's face darken again.Harry was baffled, but had no time to think about it: Hagrid had created a mess.He misplaced Fred's pointing position, and instead of sitting in the seat in the back that was magically enlarged and reinforced for him, he sat down on five chairs, and now those chairs are like a big Stack of golden matchsticks.

Mr. Weasley was fixing the mess, Hagrid apologized loudly to anyone who would listen, and Harry hurried back to the entrance to find Ron standing face to face with a very odd-looking wizard.The man was a bit cross-eyed, with cotton candy-like white hair hanging on his shoulders, the tassels on his hat hung down to his nose, and he was wearing an egg-yellow robe with a dazzling color.Around his neck was a gold chain on which flashed a curious symbol that resembled a triangular eye.

"Xenophilius Lovegood," he said, holding out a hand to Harry, "I live up on the hill with my daughter, and the kind Mr. and Mrs. Weasley kindly invited us. I think you know our Lou Na?" The latter sentence was addressed to Ron.

"Yes," said Ron, "didn't she come with you?"

"She's in that charming little garden, saying hello to the goblins, they're all over the place, it's lovely! Few wizards understand how much we can learn from our clever little goblins - oh, they're accurate His name is Garden Sapper."

"Our goblins know a lot of great swear words," said Ron, "but I think Fred and George taught them."

Harry was leading a group of wizards into the big tent when Luna came running up.

"Hello, Harry!" she said.

"Er - my name's Barney," said Harry flustered.

"Oh, you even changed your name?" Luna asked happily.

"how do you know--?"

"Oh, from the look on your face