Hogwarts Everything is Three

At this time, the guests of Harris Manor gathered. According to the replies to the previous invitation, the wedding will be witnessed by at least 300 guests. In addition to the relatives of Harris and Delacour, people from all walks of life in the magical world Gathered here, from the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, those pure-blood clan chiefs who are interested in moving closer to the Harris family, to professors and students like Hogwarts.

　　The wizards in blue ancient robes held the seat schedule and led these variously dressed and gorgeous wizards through the manor to help guide the guests to the appropriate seats. The waiters dressed in white French-style waiters delivered plates of small snacks in time and drinks that looked particularly refreshing and attractive in summer, providing the guests with something to fill their stomachs before the dinner.

Guests will now enjoy the various cuisines carefully cooked by the top wizard chefs, which are rich enough to cater to the tastes of most of the guests-between their current location, Harris’s hometown and the country of the bride’s family, today The themes of the dishes come from these three countries.

The reorganized naughty goblin band is already on the stage. The fat Bodman who resembles Sirius Black is singing softly. His lute keeps emitting a smoky image to match his lyrics. Various scenes were staged, showing a slightly conservative style for young people but sweet enough to be happy and happy.

　　 Some miraculous creatures such as unicorns and birds and snakes with mild temperaments also ran around in the garden, or hid in tea cups and performed friendly pranks on some guests.

　　Hermione took her parents' hand and appeared at the door of Harris Manor. They were picked up by the magic car of the umbrella group. Today's Hermione is very generous and elegant, wearing a red dress, her hair is elegantly combed, but she will not rob her of the bride's elegance at all.

　　 Under the guidance of a wizard whose job is actually a clergyman, the Granger family walked on the thick purple carpet to the wedding hall where the wedding ceremony was held in the main hall of the manor.

After entering the house, the auditorium, which was temporarily additionally cast with the non-marking stretch curse, and the benches temporarily placed in a circle, made the Grangers feel that the wedding scene was more like their Muggle church. Like the Senate of Congress.

The whole house is decorated with blue and white brocade to give people a very heavy feeling of family history. In order to make this wedding look more high-standard and magnificent, some small nouveau riche Irving even exhibited some The magic treasures in the family’s collection have all been displayed-in fact, even a small part of them are actually from the Black family.

There are already many wizards lingering around these walls, not only to view the magical objects, but also to communicate with the many magical portraits hand-painted by ancient wizards on the wall, such as the portraits of the former principals of Hogwarts The appearance of did not surprise them, but the appearance of Helga Hufflepuff on it is no small thing-especially when Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw has been shown to have survived in some higher way and and Harris No one would doubt the authenticity of this portrait when there is a close relationship.

Professor Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff at Hogwarts School who came to attend the wedding, was particularly excited. If it hadn’t been for the existence of necromantic knights and giants guarding the portrait of treasure, she would have started directly instead of just Constantly shouting there, trying to invite her founder to leave a picture in Hufflepuff’s lounge.

At this time, at the entrance of Harris Manor, three brightly colored figures appeared out of thin air after a burst of dark fog. They had just been brought into the manor and won the attention of the photographers and the pampering of the camera. These young faces are amazing. Beautiful, some of the witches obviously have the pedigree of Veeva, long silver hair flutters behind their heads without wind, their skin is glowing with bright and soft light like the moon, strange flowers and magical birds are on the witches’ The hat trembled, and precious gems gleamed on the bow ties of many wizards.

These witches were still chatting outside the manor, but after entering the manor, seeing so many reporters and cameras, they fell silent, holding gestures one by one, walking lightly through the garden, following the blue robes. In the footsteps of the wizard, he walked along the purple carpet to the wedding hall.

Daisy, who had been well dressed up today, was about to greet her, but she noticed that Renn next to her seemed to be a little disoriented because of the characteristics of the other's blood. With her eyes flowing, Daisy turned her brother towards the witches. He pushed and laughed: "Cousin is here! Len, those silver-haired cousins ​​should be our new Veeva cousins... Hermione and their mother will receive them, but I think they may need someone to help them understand British customs. , Lun, take care of them for me in the past, I have to wait here for Tonks."

The fascinated Lun was awakened by Daisy's sudden movement, his face flushed, he involuntarily raised his arm to tidy up his bow tie, and unconsciously took two steps forward, but stopped timidly. , Hesitated: "What shall I say to them? Maybe they will be interested in the weird cases that I have tried?"

"Don't! You know these French guys often think that we are too conservative...you should be humorous. You know their self-proclaimed sense of humor is actually quite rude and vulgar to us..." Daisy gave her brother a serious trick. , And then suddenly turned her eyes, "Oh, be careful, Furong seems to have told her mother that these cousins ​​are not very good at English."

Lun's fingertips squeezed in the palm of his fist, but he didn't look at the few Veeva cousins ​​anymore and thus found his sanity. At this time, his face returned to the usual calm and self-contained demeanor of the professional elite. You care about the International Magic Cooperation Department, you must be good at French, so you should go."

"I don't want to entertain her cousin." Daisy folded her arms across her chest. She forcibly suppressed her urge to laugh, snorted her nose seriously, and raised her chin, "I teach Just a few words, maybe they can still understand English."

After speaking, Daisy whispered to Lun. Lun, who had learned a few sentences of French, memorized a few sentences and memorized the pronunciation with good memory. It seemed that she felt a bit too active, and Lun was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and fixed his eyes on the several Veeva cousins ​​not far away. He pulled his suit and tuxedo and walked over with his head held high.

　　The French girls were chatting and laughing softly. When they saw Lun coming over, they cast their eyes on him curiously, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Bangru (French Bonjour)?"

Lun is tall and straight, with a confident smile on his handsome face. He looked at them and said in French friendly but lamely: "Auntie, auntie, happy new year! You are my uncle, I am you Sun!"

　　 The smiles of several beautiful girls suddenly froze on their faces~www.NovelMTL.com~ Staring at Lun with some doubts, the windless hair on their heads also stagnated.

Although Lun was surprised at the reaction of the other party, he still drew a gourd in the same way as the few French words he had just memorized temporarily, and continued to talk about the so-called French in the tone when Daisy taught him: "Well... please allow I introduce to you...I am Ron Harris, and you are my aunt...I am your grandson."

"Cousin Lun... I understand." The tallest silver-haired girl covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled with a pure London accent that was even more standard than Fleur. "But cousin, you have a problem. , If I were your aunt, you would be my nephew, and you can’t be my grandson no matter what.” (Author’s note: Actually, think of Jiang Wen’s Tangshan accent for better results.)

"Ahahahaha, cousin Lun, you can't be fooled by any bad guy in French, do you?" A girl with silver curly hair laughed and trembled all over-although this girl had the same accent as Fleur, it was also completely capable. Lun understood clearly.

The last kind of cousin Veeva with long hair and a headband, generously raised her hand, and gently took Lenn, who knew what was wrong with Daisy but was completely at a loss, and sat down on her. Next to her, she said softly to Lun in fluent English, "Cousin Lun, what French did that bad guy teach you? Let's listen to us to help you distinguish."

　　 I don’t know if Daisy’s joke really played a role in bringing Lenn closer to each other, or if a few silver sisters are more enthusiastic in nature. Anyway, at this moment, Lenn was indeed surrounded by the chirping of mixed-race veels.