94 hp Diagon Alley

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Luna, like her father, wears a bright yellow robe with a large sunflower in her hair.Once you get used to these bright colors, you will find that the overall effect is actually pleasing to the eye, at least she no longer has radishes hanging from her ears.

Xenophilius was chatting speculatively with an acquaintance and didn't hear the conversation between Luna and Harry.He said good-bye to the wizard, and turned to look at his daughter, and Luna held up a finger and said, "Papa, look—a goblin actually bit me!"

"Great! The goblin's saliva is very useful!" Mr. Lovegood said, grabbing Luna's outstretched finger, and carefully looked at the bleeding spot, "Luna, my dear, if you think you have any talent today Taking the lead—maybe it’s a sudden urge to sing an opera, to recite in the mermaid’s language—don’t hold back it! That might be a talent bestowed upon you by the sappers!”

Ron brushed past them, snorting loudly through his nose.

"Laugh, Ron," Luna said quietly, as Harry led her and Xenophilius to their seats, "but my father did a lot of research on fine magic."

"Really?" said Harry, who had long ago decided not to question Luna and her father's peculiar views, "but really you don't need to put something on that wound?"

"Oh, never mind," said Luna, sucking her finger like a dream and looking Harry up and down, "You look so smart. I told Dad that most people would probably wear dress robes, but he believed in the attendance." Sun-colored dresses are supposed to be worn at weddings, just to make a splash, you know."

She drifted away with her father.Ron reappeared, an elderly witch clutching his arm.With her hooked nose, red eyes, and pink feather hat, the old witch looked like a curmudgeonly flamingo.

"Your hair is so long, Ron, I thought you were Ginny just now. My God, what is that Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like a piece of fried Quiche. Who are you?" she called out to Harry.

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

"The Weasleys again? You bred like goblins. Isn't Harry Potter here? I thought I'd see him. Ron, I seem to remember him as your friend, maybe that's just Are you bragging yourself?"

"No—he can't come—"

"Mmm, excuses, huh? Looks like he's not as brainless as the newspaper pictures. I've been teaching the bride how to look best with my tiara," she yelled at Harry. Yeah, you know, it's been in our family for centuries. She's a pretty girl, but she's a--French. Well, well, get me a good seat, Ron, I'm a hundred and zero Seven years old, better not stand too long. Girl, come here—"

Gwen, holding a plate of sparkling champagne, was greeted just like that.

"Yes, yes, give me a glass of wine, good wine is a must at a wedding." The frighteningly old Aunt Muriel was sipping champagne happily. "You're not French, are you?"

"She's British," said Ron meaningfully. "Aunt Muriel, she's George's fiancée."

Gwen felt that she was the one who drank a large glass of wine, and wanted to run away with the remaining wine glass, but was caught by the old and strong witch.

"Mmm, Ollivander girl, strange eyes," she said, looking into Gwen's silvery eyes. "Haven't you found little Garrick yet? He's a douchebag—I've been trying to persuade him all these years." Exercise more—look at it now, it was taken away at the door of your own house."

Gwen grunted a few times, and was successfully rescued by George who led the guests to their seats.

"It's hard for me to deal with old people who are older than my grandfather." Gwen touched the sweat on his forehead and said.

"She's the special one," said George, grinning.

"Vela cousins ​​are special too?" Gwen turned her head and smiled at George, pinching the flesh on his waist with one hand and twisting it half a circle.

"Only Fred is interested in them," George swore. "I'm honest."

"You'd better," Gwen said with a sideways glance, "or I'll be talking to my cousins ​​from France on behalf of the British wizards."

The tents were almost full, and finally there was no longer a line outside.The children also quietly gathered together.

"Muriel's been a nightmare," said Ron, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "She used to come every year for Christmas, and then, thank God, she got mad because Fred and George put a cat under her chair at dinner." Shit. Dad always said that she wouldn't give them anything in the will-they don't care about it. No one in the family will be as rich as the two of them in the future. I guess they will... Wow," he blinked quickly , watching Hermione hurried towards them, "You look great!"

"Always in that surprised tone," said Hermione, still smiling. "Your great-aunt Muriel doesn't think so. I just met her upstairs giving Fleur a tiara. She said: 'Oh my God, is that the Muggle-born?' and then said: "Pose Not beautiful, the ankle bone is too prominent. '"

"Don't take it to heart, she's mean to no one," said Ron.

"You mean Muriel?" asked George and Fred, coming out of the big tent together, and sitting next to Gwen. "Yeah, she said just now that my ears weren't symmetrical, old woman! Oh, I wish Uncle Billyers was still around. He was a real gem at the wedding."

"The one who died 24 hours after seeing 'Ominous'?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, he ended up being a little weird," George admitted.

"But he was the life and soul of every party before he went mad," said Fred. "He used to down a whole bottle of Firewhiskey in one gulp, and then he'd go out onto the dance floor, lift up his robes, pull out a bouquet of A bouquet of flowers from his—"

"Yeah, he sounds like a really lovely guy," said Hermione, and Harry laughed.

"Never married in my life, I don't know why," said Ron.

"Surprised me," said Hermione.Gwen was amused this time.

They laughed so hard that no one noticed the newcomer, a dark-haired young man with a large hooked nose and bushy black eyebrows.At last he handed the invitation to Ron, fixed his eyes on Hermione and said, "You look so beautiful."

"Victor!" shrieked Hermione, and bang, her beaded pouch fell to the floor with a thud disproportionate to its size.Blushing, she picked up her bag and said, "I didn't know you were too - my God - it was great to see you - how are you?"

Ron's ears were red again.He glanced at Krum's invitation, didn't seem to believe a single word on it, and asked gruffly, "Why are you here?"

"Fleur invited me." Krum said with raised eyebrows.

Harry felt no ill feeling towards Krum, and shook his hand.He thought it would be wiser to let Krum leave Ron's side, so he took the initiative to lead him to find a seat.

"Your friends aren't too happy to see me," Krum said as they entered the already packed marquee. "Is he a relative of yours?" he asked again, glancing at Harry's curly red hair.

"Cousin," Harry muttered, but Krum didn't listen.His presence caused an uproar, especially among the Veela cousins: he was, after all, a famous Quidditch player.Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Gwen hurried down the aisle while the people craned their necks to look at him.

"Time to sit down," Fred said to Harry, "or you're going to be run over by the bride."

Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and George.Hermione was flushed, and Ron's ears were still brightly red.After a while, he whispered to Harry, "Did you see that he has a silly mustache?"

Harry grumbled noncommittally.

The warm tent was full of nervous anticipation, and the buzzing voice was interrupted by excited laughter from time to time.The Weasleys walked slowly down the aisle, smiling and waving to their relatives.Mrs Weasley wore a new purple robe and matching hat.

A moment later Bill and Charlie stood in front of the marquee, both in dress robes with large white roses in their buttonholes.Fred whistled provocatively, and the group of Veela cousins ​​burst into giggles.Then there was music, which seemed to float from those golden balloons.The crowd fell silent.

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

As Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came down the passage, the wizards gathered in the tent sighed in unison.Fleur has a light gait, and M. Delacour is jumping and smiling.Fu Rong was wearing a very simple white dress, and her whole body seemed to emit a strong silver light.Usually, her radiance always makes others eclipsed by comparison, but today this silver light makes everyone more beautiful.Both Ginny and Gabrielle looked even prettier than usual in their golden yellow dresses.Fleur walked up to Bill, and suddenly Bill looked as if he had never been murdered by Fenrir Greyback.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a somewhat monotonous voice, Harry was slightly surprised to see the little bushy-haired wizard who presided over Dumbledore's funeral standing in front of Bill and Fleur at this moment, "today we