94 Diagon Alley

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"The mother is much more vicious," 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 bored."

They all looked towards Mrs. Weasley, only to see that she kept looking towards the door while speaking to Mrs. Delacour with energy.

After a moment, she said aloud to the garden: "I think we'd better not wait for Arthur, and start now, he must be delayed- oh!"

Everyone saw at the same time: a light swept across the yard, leaped to the table, turned into a bright silver mole, stood on its hind legs, and spoke in Mr. Weasley's voice . "The Minister of Magic is here with me."

The Patronus suddenly disappeared, and the Furong family stared at the place where it disappeared in astonishment.

"We shouldn't be here," Lupin said immediately, "Harry—sorry—I'll explain that 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 this, and a second later, Mr. Weasley suddenly appeared at the gate, with Rufus Scrimgeour at his side, his long gray hair instantly visible recognize.

The two new arrivals strode across the yard towards the garden and the lantern-lit table, everyone at the table was silent as they approached. Scrimgeour stepped into the light of the lantern, and Gwen found him much older, gaunt and grim, than he had been when he had come uninvited at Christmas.

"Sorry to disturb you," said Scrimgeour, limping to a stop at the table, "and I found out that I was trespassing at a party."

His eyes stopped for a moment on the giant snitch cake.

"I wish you a long life."

"Thank you," said Harry.

"I want to speak to you alone," Scrimgeour continued, "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." Mr. Weasley said, looking a little nervous. "Well, the living room, the living room is fine."

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

The three got up and left, and Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley exchanged an uneasy look. The others at the table were silent, but their thoughts were probably the same: Scrimgeour must have learned from somewhere that the three of them were going to drop out of Hogwarts.

After a while, they heard a loud noise, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rushed into the house. Then Gwen saw the annoyed minister come out alone.

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

"Give us what Dumbledore left us," said Harry. "They just took out what he bequeathed."

Outside in the garden, at the dinner table, the three things Scrimgeour gave them passed from one hand to the other. Everyone screamed at the Deluminator and The Tales of Bedouin the Poet, and regretted Scrimgeour's refusal to pass the sword to Harry, but as to why Dumbledore gave Harry an old one The Snitch, no one can say why. Mr. Weasley scrutinized the deluminator again and again, and Mrs. Weasley said tentatively, "Harry, my dear, we're all starving, and we don't want to start in your absence... can I serve now? ?"

Hagrid was invited to the wedding the next day, but he was too big to sleep in the packed Burrow, so he pitched a tent in the field next to him.

The next day at three o'clock in the afternoon, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George stood outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the wedding guests. Harry drank a massive dose of Potion Potion, and now looks like a red-haired Muggle boy in the local village of Autry San Catchipole, from whom Fred stole a few hairs with the Flying Charm. They planned to introduce Harry as "cousin Barney" to the guests, and the Weasleys had a lot of relatives anyway, so hopefully they could cover him.

The four people are holding the seating chart in their hands, and they can help guide the guests to the appropriate seat. An hour ago, a group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden blouses had arrived, and now these wizards were sitting under a tree not far away, smoking pipes. There was a cloud of blue smoke rising from there.

Behind the welcoming boys, the entrance to the marquee was covered with a long purple rug, flanked by rows of delicate gold chairs. White and gold flowers are entwined around the columns. Fred and George tethered a large string of golden balloons over the location where Bill and Fleur were to be married. Outside, bees and butterflies flutter lazily over grass and hedgerows. Harry felt very uncomfortable. The Muggle boy he was impersonating was a little fatter than he was, and his dress robes felt hot and tight in the hot summer sun.

"When I get married," Fred said, pulling at the collar of his robe, "I'm not going to do all this nasty stuff. You can wear whatever you like, I Give mom a full body binding spell until it's done."

"She's doing fine this morning, though," George said, "crying over Percy's not coming, and who cares about him coming? Oh my God, get ready—they Here, look."

At the far end of the yard, one after another brightly colored figures appeared out of thin air. After a few minutes a procession formed and began to meander through the garden towards the marquee. Strange flowers and enchanted birds quivered on witches' hats, and precious gems gleamed on many wizards' bow ties. The group got closer and closer to the tent, and the excited, chattering voices grew louder and drowned out the buzz of the bees.

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

"Don't be in such a hurry, listen," Fred said, rushing past the group of middle-aged witches at the front of the line, and said in French to the two beautiful French girls first, "Hey-please Allow me to serve you." The French girl giggled and let him accompany them in. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches.

"I'm saving you, brother," Fred said to George before leaving, raising his chin to let him see Gwen staring at him from a distance.

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

"Okay." He heard a familiar voice as soon as he stepped out of the tent, and then saw Tonks and Lupin standing at the front of the line. Tonks turned his hair blond exclusively. "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 passage, "the Ministry of Magic is very repressive on werewolves at the moment, and we thought we might be there when we were there. cause you trouble."

"It's okay, I understand." Harry said more to Lupin. Lupin gave him a quick smile, but when they turned, Harry saw Lupin's face turn gloomy and sad again. Harry didn't understand, but he didn't have time to think about it: Hagrid had made a big mess. He got Fred's pointing at the wrong position. Instead of sitting in the back seat that was magically enlarged and reinforced for him, he sat on five chairs, and now those chairs are like a big Pile of golden matchsticks.

Mr. Weasley was repairing the rags, Hagrid apologised loudly to everyone who listened to him, Harry hurried back to the entrance to find Ron with a very strange looking wizard Stand face to face. The man looked a little across the eye, with marshmallow-like white hair over his shoulders, the fringe on his hat hanging down to the front of his nose, and he was wearing a dazzling egg-yellow robe. A gold chain hung around his neck, flashing an odd symbol, much like a triangular eye.

"Xenophilius Lovegood," he said, extending a hand to Harry, "my daughter and I live on the hill, and the kind Weasleys have kindly invited us. I think you know our Luna?" The latter sentence was addressed to Ron.

"Yes," said Ron, "did she not come with you?"

" She's in that charming little garden, greeting the goblins, they're all over the place, and they're so lovely! Few wizards understand that we can learn from clever little goblins How many—oh, their exact name is, Garden Sappers."

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

Harry led a group of wizards into the marquee when Luna came running.

"Hello, Harry!" she said.

“Uh—my name is Barney,” Harry said in a panic.

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

"How do you know—?"

"Oh, you can tell from the look on your face