HP Shavings Wizard

In the garden, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants were made to bloom by Alison using ancient magic. Honey butterflies fluttered lazily among the flowers and hedges. You could also see flags embroidered with the family crests of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and the emblems of the Order of the Phoenix and the Saints dotted among them.

Considering that it was midsummer, the dress was thick and stuffy. There were even some deep trenches covered with hollow panels on the ground. Alison had used a freezing spell to condense a large amount of ice inside, which gave off a chill.

The band they invited was a German band that all wore black wizard robes and looked a bit traditional and old-fashioned. However, listening to the folk songs played by those strange instruments hanging on their waists, it felt quite good, with a sense of beauty and deep affection. They took turns singing songs in English, German, French and Spanish.

At the top of the rotating multi-layered cake next to it are models of a fiery red phoenix and a golden thunderbird. With the help of transfiguration, they become lively and animated, with their necks intertwined and wings spread out, looking like they are both confronting and affectionate.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both changed into neatly pressed, gorgeous dress robes, with roses pinned to their collars, jeweled bow ties, and their hair and beards neatly groomed.

Dumbledore wore a bright red robe embroidered with gold feathers, while Grindelwald wore a deep blue robe embellished with star-shaped gems of the same color. Alison always felt that the color was a bit like her father's eyes. What a scheming attacker.

Although they were over a hundred years old, the two old men still looked elegant and vigorous. With the nourishment of magic, ordinary wizards could live to about 120 years old on average, and powerful wizards could live longer, and it was normal to live to 200 or 300 years old.

So, after a certain annoying senior pursued immortality, he ended up living to two-thirds of the lifespan of an ordinary wizard through his own efforts. This is simply a joke from hell.

The guests who appeared out of nowhere from the gate of the manor formed a team that meandered through the garden and arrived at the scene included almost half of the upper echelons of the wizarding world:

Grindelwald's former subordinates, as well as Dumbledore's friends and students...

Most of the guests were gray-haired, with only a few younger ones. They included some faculty members of Hogwarts and core members of the Order of the Phoenix from more than a decade ago.

Most of those who could get the invitations from these two were of a certain age and were extremely outstanding. For such wizards, the older they were, the higher their status was. Many young people had already become the heads of their families and the core force of some wizarding groups.

However, this was a private wedding, not a social event like an upper-class banquet, and the organizers did not invite those annoying hypocritical politicians from the Ministry of Magic who would chat and be polite everywhere. Only the official newspapers published the news of this amazing wedding in vain, without a single related magical photo.

The well-dressed friends chatted and laughed with each other, expressed their blessings to the two newlyweds getting married today, and then, under the guidance of the young people, sat down in their seats according to the seating chart.

The chattering, the excited laughter, the chirping of the birds on the hats, the buzzing of bees and butterflies, the reflections of the gems and decorations, the aroma of perfume, the fragrance of flowers, the sweet fragrance of snacks... everything is so beautiful.

The flower girl walked lightly and was the first to walk through the aisle that the newlyweds would take.

In fact, most flower girls are no older than ten years old. The tall and over-age flower girl Alison wore a white dress and her long red hair was tied into a ponytail with a black ribbon. She looked quite well-behaved and cute.

She did not carry a large flower basket and scatter flower petals in a proper manner, but chose to wave her magic wand. In an instant, red petals flew in the air, and large red roses bloomed on the ground, surrounding her fathers. Transfiguration also created colorful butterflies flying, and misty light clouds, the scene was like a dreamland.

The photographer who was invited in advance kept taking pictures with a magic camera, clicking and recording the beautiful moments of the wedding through moving magic photos.

The guests applauded and praised Alison's amazing magical talent. Looking at Alison's appearance, some elderly people clearly recalled Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the past, who were also so dazzling and brilliant when they were young.

However, Dumbledore is still gentle and elegant, and Grindelwald is still as imposing and flamboyant as before. The two walked side by side to the platform, smiling as they walked over the carpet and petals.

On the podium, Nicolas Flamel, who came from France to preside over the wedding, was looking at them with a smile.

This alchemist, who was over 650 years old and had given up using the Philosopher's Stone to extend his life and should have been dealing with his funeral affairs with his wife and preparing to embrace death, heard that Dumbledore, his friend regardless of age difference, was getting married. He took the initiative to volunteer to take time out to be the witness. At the same time, he also wanted to use the wedding to meet his old friends in person and say his final goodbyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather here to celebrate the union of two loyal souls..." The respected master of ceremonies announced loudly in his old and solemn voice with the help of an amplification spell, looking at the newlyweds.

"Albus Dumbledore, are you willing to marry Gellert Grindelwald and swear to love and cherish each other from now on until eternity, in good times and bad, in richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part..."

Dumbledore listened quietly, his beautiful clear blue eyes staring at Gale across from him through his half-moon glasses, his eyes containing water. After Nico finished speaking, he made a solemn promise.

"I am willing."

"Gellert Grindelwald, are you willing to marry Albus Dumbledore and swear to love and cherish each other from now on until eternity, in good times and bad, in richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part..."

Grindelwald laughed wildly and happily, his strangely bright eyes fixed on Al, his gaze burning hot. His voice was low and hoarse, and he made the promise just after the host finished speaking.

"I am willing."

They have been entangled for nearly a century, from the end of the 19th century to the end of the 20th century. In the midsummer of that year, two months of crazy love created a century of unspeakable.

Today, in the summer of 1992, the short-lived summer roses are in bloom again, and no one will rot in the tower at the top of the world.

Amid the witness and applause of the crowd, they exchanged rings, made a promise to be together for life, and then hugged and kissed each other tightly.

Alison controlled the ancient magic to disperse the white clouds in the sky, allowing the hot summer sun to shine completely on the two of them, giving them a layer of golden light.