94 Diagon Alley

gather here to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."

"Yes, my headdress makes her more beautiful," said Aunt Muriel in a whisper far away, "but I Gotta say, Ginny's skirt is too low."

"William Arthur, would you marry Fleur Isabel...?"

Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour in the front row covered their faces with lace handkerchiefs and wept softly. A trumpet-like sound came from behind the big tent, and everyone knew that Hagrid had pulled out a handkerchief the size of his tablecloth. Gwen turned to look at George with a smile, tears in his eyes.

"...I declare that you are partners for life."

The bushy-haired wizard waved his wand high above Bill and Fleur's heads, and a large silver star fell on them, around the Body rotation. Fred and George took the lead in applauding and applauding, and the golden balloons above their heads exploded: Birds of Paradise and little golden bells flew out of them and floated in mid-air, so the noise of the audience was added to the sounds of birds and bells.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" cried the thick-haired wizard, "please rise!"

Everyone stood up, and Aunt Muriel grumbled. The wizard waved his wand again. All the seats rose lightly and gracefully into the air, the canvas of the marquee disappeared, and they stood under a canopy supported by golden pillars, looking out over the sun-kissed orchards and the surrounding countryside, a beautiful view. Then, a pool of molten gold spread out from the center of the tent, creating a glittering dance floor. The chairs that were floating in the air gathered automatically around the small table covered with the white tablecloth, and floated lightly and gracefully back to the ground around the dance floor.

"Absolutely." Ron exclaimed. Waiters popped up from all directions, some holding silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer, champagne and fire whiskey; others holding ramshackle piles of pies and sandwiches.

"We should go over and congratulate them!" said Hermione, tiptoeing as Bill and Fleur disappeared into the well-wishers.

"We'll have time later." Ron shrugged, grabbing three butterbeers from a passing tray and handing them over One for Harry. "Hermione, wait a minute, let's get a table first...don't be there! Stay away from Muriel—"

Ron headed across the empty dance floor, looking left and right as he walked. Harry knew he must be wary of Krum. They came to the other side of the big tent and found that most of the tables were full, the most empty was the one where Luna sat alone.

"Shall we sit with you?" Ron asked.

"Okay," Luna said happily, "Dad just went to give Bill and Fleur our present."

"What? Provide them with Gordigans for life?" Ron asked.

Hermione kicked him under the table, only to hit Harry. Harry burst into tears. I couldn't hear what they were saying for a while.

The band began to play. Bill and Fleur were the first to step onto the dance floor, to rapturous applause. After a while, Mrs. Weasley led Mrs. Delacour to the dance floor, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Fleur's father.

“I love this song,” Luna said, rocking gently to a waltz-like rhythm. After a few seconds, she stood up and slid lightly down the dance floor, where she spun in place all by herself, eyes closed and arms waving.

"She's awesome, isn't she?" said Ron admiringly. "Always tasteful."

But the smile on his face suddenly disappeared: Viktor Krum sat in the seat vacated by Luna. Hermione looked happy and flustered, but Krum wasn't here to compliment her this time. He frowned and said, "Who is that man in the yellow dress?"

"Xenophilius Lovegood, the father of a friend of ours," said Ron. There was a strong smack in his tone, indicating that they didn't intend to laugh at Xenophilius, even though the man was obviously ridiculous. "Go dance," he said abruptly to Hermione.

Hermione looked surprised but delighted, and stood up immediately. Together they disappeared into the increasingly crowded crowd on the dance floor.

"Ah, they're getting along?" Krum asked, distracted for a moment.

"Hmmm - so be it," said Harry.

"Who are you?"

"Barney Weasley."

They shook hands.

"Barney—are you familiar with this Lovegood?"

"Unfamiliar, I saw him for the first time today. What's the matter?"

Krum held his glass and stared angrily at Xenophilius chatting with some wizards on the other side of the dance floor.

"Because," said Krum, "if he wasn't one of Fleur's guests, I'd have to fight him on the spot, and he's wearing that on his chest. A sign of evil."

"Sign?" Harry said, looking at Xenophilius too. The strange triangular eyes gleamed on his chest. "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"Grindelwald. That's Grindelwald's sign."

"Grindelwald... the dark wizard that Dumbledore defeated?"

"That's right."

The muscles in Krum's cheeks wriggled as if he were chewing something, and then he said: "Grindelwald killed many people, my grandfather was one of them. Of course. , he's always had little power in this country, and they say he's afraid of Dumbledore—well, see what happens to him! But this—" he pointed at Xenophilius, "—is his symbol, I Recognized at a glance. Grindelwald carved it on a wall when he was studying at Durmstrang. Some fools copied this symbol on textbooks, on clothes, trying to use it to scare others and make themselves look great — and later, those of us who lost loved ones to Grindelwald taught them a lesson."

Krum snapped his knuckles aggressively and glared at Xenophilius. Harry felt very incomprehensible. Luna's father is a supporter of black magic? It was unbelievable, and no one else in the tent seemed to recognize the rune-like triangle.

"You—um—are you really sure it's Grindelwald—?"

"I'm not mistaken," Krum said coldly. "I've passed that sign almost every day for several years, and I know it well."

"Well," said Harry, "maybe Xenophilius didn't know what that symbol meant. The Lovegoods were all… Unusual. He probably stumbled across it somewhere and thought it was a cross-section of a crooked snorer or something."

"Cross-section of what?"

"Cough, I don't know what it is, but he and his daughter seem to be looking for this when they are on vacation..." Harry felt that he had not put Luna and Luna at all. Her father explained it clearly.

"That's his daughter." He pointed to Luna. Luna was still dancing alone, arms around her head as if trying to keep mosquitoes away.

“Why did she do that?” Krum asked.

"Probably trying to get rid of a molefly," said Harry, recognizing the sign.

Krum didn't seem to know if Harry was playing tricks on him. He drew his wand from his robe and tapped it so **** his thigh that gold stars appeared from the tip of the wand.

"Gregorovich!" Harry exclaimed, Krum startled, but Harry was too excited to notice. Seeing Krum's wand, he remembered a scene from the past: before the Triwizard Tournament, Ollivander had taken this wand and examined it carefully.

"What's the matter with him?" Krum asked suspiciously.

"He's a wand maker!"

"I know that," Krum said.

"He made your wand! So I thought—quidditch—"

Krum seemed increasingly suspicious.

"How do you know my wand was made by Gregorovitch?"

"I...I guess I got it from somewhere," Harry said, "in the fanzine." Krum's anger seemed to ease.

"I don't recall talking to fans about my wand," he said.

"So... um... Where's Gregorovitch lately?"

Krum looked confused.

"He retired a few years ago. I was one of the last people to buy Gregorovitch's wands. They were the best—but I Know that you Brits value Ollivander's wand."

Harry did not answer. He pretended to watch others dance like Krum, but he was thinking hard. So Voldemort was looking for a famous wand maker, and Harry didn't think it was hard to understand why: it must be because of what Harry's wand had done the night Voldemort was chasing him through the air. The wand of holly and phoenix feathers conquered the borrowed wand, which Ollivander did not expect and could not understand. Did Gregorovich know more? He's really more skilled than Ollivander, does he really know the wand secret that Ollivander doesn't?

"I heard my name being called." Gwen, who was a little sluggish, sat blushing into Ron's empty seat.

"Why don't you go dancing?" Krum asked politely, looking at Gwen in the silver dress.

"Your lipstick—" Harry said, pointing to the red mark on Gwen's mouth.

"Oh, sorry." Gwen took out a small mirror and wiped his mouth with hazy eyes. "It's all George—my boyfriend."

"Alas," Krum drank his glass in dissatisfaction and stood up, "all pretty girls are famous, be a What's the use of an international star?"

He strode away.