[HP] Illusion

It has been more than half a year since Ron and Hermione started preparing for their wedding. Due to the influence of their working relationship and other factors, the two have not been able to set a wedding date. Before Harry left this time, he had He asked if they would hold a wedding during the summer vacation, but the two failed to give him a definite answer at the time. He didn't expect that he heard the news that they would hold a wedding as soon as he came back.

"When did they find me?" Harry asked cheerily, the bathroom was smoky, colorful bubbles were piling up in the bathtub, the aroma of essential oils slowly rose to the nostrils, and a cool mint smell seemed to be able to Give him a refresher.

Kreacher bowed and said: "Master, please don't worry, old Kreacher replied to Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger according to the master's prompt, but old Kreacher really doesn't understand where the master has gone, and why he has to hide it from the master." Best friend, old Kreacher can't find the master's whereabouts at all, and he doesn't know where the master has gone..."

Harry had a headache from being read by him, so he could only say: "Just don't say anything, I will only say what I ask you to say."

"Old Kreacher obeys." The house elf showed an unusual smile, "Old Kreacher can't disobey his master's orders, as long as he watches his master do something that hurts him..."

Harry: "..."

Kreacher really saw it.

Across the messy bangs, the young man rubbed his eyebrows, "Let me say it again, Kreacher, don't tell anyone what you know, don't catch the loopholes in my words, I know you have been loyal to me , you don't want a sock."

Kreacher's eyes widened, tears accumulated in the big eyeballs, "Master has been threatening old Kreacher, old Kreacher can't just leave him alone..."

"...It's not that serious, Kreacher, I know my own body." Harry said feebly, if there was anyone who could know his condition accurately, Kreacher would be the only one.

Yes, he knew the house-elves were doing his best.

Kreacher stared at his master for a while, and pointed out a fact: "Master, you look more serious than before you left."

Kreacher had been suspicious for a long time, and his health deteriorated whenever he disappeared, so the house-elf always wanted to know where he went.

"I won't leave so soon this time." Harry said deliberately, "at least until after Ron and Hermione's wedding."

"Isn't master going to teach at Hogwarts?" Kreacher heard a hint of overtones.

Harry blinked and changed the subject, "Did Minerva look for me?"

Kreacher froze for a moment, then said slowly: "Does Master still care about this?"

"You go out," Harry waved his hand, reaching out to unbutton his shirt, "If I haven't come out in half an hour, come in and wake me up."

Kreacher: "...Old Kreacher obeys."

Harry had indeed been prescient, because when Kreacher came in, he almost completely submerged himself in the foam, and Kreacher managed to get him out of the pool.

Harry was woken up by the huge splash of water. Kreacher saw him move and turned off the shower, "Master? Are you awake?"

Harry yawned. "Wake up, you can go out."

Kreacher didn't go out immediately, but bowed respectfully to Harry who was wrapping himself up in a bath towel, "Master, Mr. Weasley is waiting for you outside."

After a long silence, Harry still looked at the house elf in disbelief, "Are you serious? How did he come here? Has he been here before?"

"Old Kreacher never jokes," the corner of the house-elf's mouth revealed a triumphant smile, "Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger asked Old Kreacher to notify them immediately when the master came back. Old Kreacher sent Wes Mr. Lai has invited you over, but Miss Granger is too busy to come over."

Harry: "..."

He once ordered Kreacher not to reveal his situation, but he didn't expect the house-elf to cooperate with Ron and Hermione.

In fact, it really wasn't a disobedience to his orders.

Harry didn't feel angry, but felt a little sour in his heart.

On the one hand, he needs the care of these people, but on the other hand, he knows that nothing can stop him.Facing his best friend, apart from feeling guilty and guilty, he couldn't show any actions at all.

The young man sighed softly, and said to Kreacher, "Go out first, tell him I'll be out later."

"Aren't you angry, Master?" The house elf stared at Harry with wide eyes, "You can punish old Kreacher, it's old Kreacher who didn't listen to Master."

"It's okay," Harry said as calmly as possible, "I'm not angry, but I hope there won't be a next time."

While putting on his clothes, Harry took his wand to camouflage himself. After a while, his face became more fleshy, and his body looked rounder. Harry patted himself because With a flushed face from the bath, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Go out and say hello to Ron." Harry glanced at Kreacher who was still standing still, "I'll be out soon."

But the house-elf still didn't go out.

He watched Harry's actions, and murmured in a voice that was almost muttering: "Master, you are only deceiving yourself and others by doing this."

Harry didn't particularly care, "I did this, obviously not to deceive myself, but to deceive others, well, Kreacher, I order you to go out and greet Ron, don't tell him anything, everything is up to me .”

At this moment, Kreacher nodded respectfully, and slowly backed out.

Harry took care of himself, yawned again, and finally couldn't help but walked to the potions shelf.

It's been a long time since he did this.

Harry told himself that if Ron hadn't come today, maybe he would just lie in bed and sleep in the dark for a few days, so that he could recover before school started.

It wasn't really Ron's problem, he knew it.

Everything is just an excuse.

Kreacher was right, he was just deluding himself.

Harry tidied himself up and headed toward the living room on the first floor in good spirits. Ron sat on the sofa drinking the coffee Kreacher prepared for him, looking quite relaxed.

When Ron saw Harry coming down, he exaggeratedly said, "You're finally back!"

Although there was still a lot of worry lurking in his friend's expression, the joy firmly entrenched on his face really couldn't be concealed.

"So when are you going to get married?" Harry asked directly, but Ron, who was about to scold him a few words, was taken aback.

"Didn't you just come back?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, you showed up just after I got back," Harry said.

"Okay," Ron couldn't help standing up, and sat down next to Harry, "Dude, can you tell me that I can't be in a hurry, I've got everything ready, and I'm just missing you."

"Best man?" Harry pointed to his nose, and Ron nodded. "Then who is the bridesmaid? Ginny?"

Ron nodded, and then thought of a question: "Why, do you still mind?"

"Of course not," Harry denied, "I'm afraid she minds."

"What does she mind?" Ron muttered. "Although she is my sister, she is also Hermione's best friend. She was on vacation when we were preparing for the wedding. She helped us a lot." It's not like you.But Ron didn't say that.

"It's my fault, but I'm busy too," Harry sighed, "I didn't expect to see you for two months, and you said you were getting married."

You have the nerve to say it!Ron's eyes of accusation flew over immediately.Who asked them to contact them dozens of times but failed to get in touch. If it wasn't for Kreacher's strange attitude, they wouldn't let him be the first to notify them when Harry came back.

"Are you all ready? What about the date? If it's the beginning of school, will I have to take a few days off to help you?" Harry asked a series of questions crackling.

"It's almost ready." Ron said matter-of-factly.

Their wedding is not extravagant and cumbersome, it is relatively simple.He and Hermione are usually very busy, but because many relatives and friends came to help, they didn't have too much trouble about it.In fact, they have been preparing for this wedding for almost a year, so no matter how busy they are, there are only a few details left to be done.

For example, Hermione's dress has already been made, but her tiara and jewelry have not been finalized yet. They chose a few at the time, mainly for the convenience of the guests, as long as the details of the wedding-- The Weasleys had held a wedding for Bill before, and they had experience this time. In fact, all the problems were not too big.

The biggest problem was that they hadn't been able to find Harry.

—and now I found it.

"When are you going to try on the best man's dress?" Ron's question was practical.

"Did you bring it here? If so, I can go try it on now." He can still adjust it well. If Ron is still in the size he asked him for a few months ago, it may not fit well.

Ron rolled his eyes, "How could I bring your gown with me, I have some things to deal with today, but fortunately our director is reasonable and let me come over." Otherwise, it is really possible to arrest Can't live with someone who mysteriously disappears frequently.

"Okay, I'll find time." Harry took a sip of the black tea that had been brewed in a moderate strength, "You said just now that Hermione's headgear hadn't been settled yet. I remember that it wasn't Molly who borrowed Fleur from Aunt Muriel. The one made by the goblin, wouldn't it be over if you asked Molly to borrow it again? Hermione doesn't like it?"

Ron looked at Harry in extreme distress, "Speaking of this, you know? Someone said they would sponsor Hermione and me, but Molly and Fleur said no, and Molly insisted that she could borrow Aunt Muriel's tiara again." , and Fleur found help from the elves in France, and wanted to get a whole set for Hermione, and Hermione couldn't make up her mind... Do you think women pay special attention to these things?"

Harry: "..." He obviously didn't ask this question.

"Hermione doesn't seem to be, but I always get the feeling that both Mum and Fleur are particularly nervous about this."

"If you want, I can take a set out of the Potter's vault..." It occurred to Harry that it was useless for him to keep it anyway.

Very good, this made him no longer have to worry about what wedding gifts to give his best friends, killing two birds with one stone.

"Enough!!!" Ron said in a broken voice, "If you interfere again, Hermione might not marry me!"

——It’s not that serious, is it?

As if he could see what Harry was thinking, Ron looked at him very hard, "Dude, you know, I'm just complaining to you, you know... I can only complain to you !"

Harry looked at him sympathetically, and nodded understandingly.

"Why don't you go to the goblin to order a set yourself?" Harry came up with bad ideas.

"First of all, do you think I'm you?" Ron said angrily, "I don't have a small coffer as big as yours, and secondly, even if we don't talk about money," he slapped Harry's face viciously. Shoulders twice, "It is said that you have been blacklisted by the goblins. As an 'accomplice', it's no wonder they are willing to help me!"

Hearing what he said, Harry said with a little guilt: "Actually, that's what I said. In fact, the goblin stuff is really good."

He still wants to buy something from the goblin, but because of the blacklist, even if he wants to buy it, he may have to go through an intermediary or someone else, but Fleur said to contact the goblin in France, if his reputation has not been released If he stinks from the old goblins, maybe he can catch up with them through Furong and try his luck.

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