I'm playing a big knife at HP

The next day was Bill and Fleur's wedding.After lunch, Harry drank Polyjuice Potion and pretended to be Barney, the Weasley family's cousin. He was escorted by Marciana and Sirius to the Burrow, and entertained guests with the Weasley boys.Sirius was extremely vigilant, guarding Harry almost every step of the way—to be honest, judging by his attitude, anyone with a brain could guess that this red-haired fat boy with a blunt face was weird.Of course, there was more than one cousin, Barney—Marciana brought along her red-haired, blue-eyed cousin, Bianca.

Today Marciana finally changed out of her pure black robe and wore a black dress embroidered with golden patterns, paired with golden flat Roman sandals. Although it was not as colorful as the rest of the guests, it was considered decent.She was dressed in a low-key manner, but the child she was holding was more eye-catching than anyone else.The child was wearing a royal blue skirt with a glittering silver zodiac pattern on the skirt, the same color leather shoes were polished to sparkle, and there was a striking blue flower pinned to one side of the long reddish-brown hair. Yarn flowers set off her red hair brightly.Many people showed loving and friendly smiles to this delicate child.

They sat down not far from Harry, next to an old witch with a hooked nose, red eyes, and a pink feather hat.Seeing Marciana holding Bianca, the old witch squinted her eyes and looked her up and down: "Who are you, why haven't I seen you before?"

"Marciana LaRosa, I'm a friend of Arthur and Molly's."

"Hmm. She's too tall, she doesn't like to smile, she doesn't like to be liked, and no matter how pretty her face is, it's useless." The old witch snorted heavily, and then turned her eyes to the red-haired boy, "Which Weasley daughter are you again?" ?”

"She's not from the Weasleys," Marciana answered for Bianca.

"Really?" The old witch narrowed her eyes, "Why do you look familiar to me?"

Bianca looked back at her with a smile, with a bit of scrutiny and emotion on her face.The old witch didn't like this look very much, and turned around cursingly to be mean to others.

Bianca sat back beside Marciana and whispered, "My God, Muriel has the same temper as 100 years ago."

"What a tragedy," said Marciana dryly.

"I never liked her, and her mother wasn't much better," Bianca commented.

"Your personal attitude has become much clearer recently."

"Maybe death gave me a sense of liberation."

"Or what liberates you is retirement." Marciana squinted at her, "and pushing your job to someone else."

"I have to say, you did a fantastic job and it makes me regret not retiring sooner."

Marciana snorted coldly: "You have also begun to show your true self in terms of dressing."

"I've made no secret of it - I have a lot of really trendy hats, as you remember. It's just that when you're a 100-year-old man, people think you're crazy and don't think you've got style. " Bianca sighed, and said vicissitudes, "Aging is really a cruel thing, Martha, wear more beautiful clothes now, and don't dress up like Severus every day."

Marciana rolled her eyes: "Thank you for your concern, I still have at least half a century before I need to think about this kind of thing. Besides, I look pretty in black."

The auburn-haired kid giggled.

At this time, a little witch wearing a lemon yellow robe and a huge sunflower on her head squeezed beside them: "Hello, Professor Larosa."

"Hi Luna, you look so cute. Oh, just call me Martha from now on—I quit." Marciana gave her first real smile in days.Upon seeing Luna, Marciana's mood lightened unconsciously.Luna always has a magical power, she can use her whimsy to make you forget the troubles of the world, and you can't indulge in sadness when she is around.

Luna nodded: "I heard about Professor Moody, you must be very sad."

"Yeah..." Marciana suddenly felt a little wanting to confide, "It's really sad, and adults don't often talk about their own sadness, but they will feel even sadder."

"You should talk, and loudly." Luna suggested seriously. "The voice of talking will scare away the sad leeches. They are very timid and sensitive to light."

"Ah, then I'll try." Marciana smiled.

"Don't be too sad, it's not like you'll never see him again. They're over there." Luna said sincerely.

"Really?" Marciana laughed, feeling her nose a little sore, "Then do you know how long they will wait?"

"I think they will wait until they see you again, after all, time is no longer meaningful to them." Luna said mischievously, "I know my mother will always be waiting for me."

The little boy with reddish brown hair raised his head and looked at the little witch with silver eyes with some surprise and interest.

Luna turned her face sideways: "You remind me of Professor Dumbledore."

Marciana laughed.Before Luna could say more, the guests around her took their seats one after another, and the little witch left in a hurry and went back to her father.

Everyone was seated, Bill and Charlie stood in front of the tent, and Mr. Delacour walked slowly from the other end of the red carpet with Fleur on his arm.Both Fleur and Bill had very touching smiles of joy on their faces. Fleur walked up to Bill and looked at him with persistent hands.Marciana suddenly felt her heart tremble, and an inexplicable tear welled up in her eyes.There was something so pure that it was almost out of place in the eyes of these two men, some kind of wish that contained an ancient hope, some kind of promise—the promise of something that Marciana couldn't ask for, and kept losing again and again.

She raised her face, forced back the tears, and turned her head to the side, only to find that there were also tears on Bianca's cheeks.At this moment, Marciana suddenly couldn't continue to harbor resentment.She sighed and handed over a handkerchief.

The wedding was completed, the music sounded, and all the guests began to drink champagne happily, chat and dance.Marciana rejected several people who invited her to dance, and led Bianca to look at Harry from a distance in the crowd, watching him sit down with Elphias Dorje and the hook-nosed guy just now. The old witch talked about the sky.Bianca sighed. "Oh, Ephias, he was so generous with my obituary."

Before Marciana could answer, a gleaming silver lynx suddenly landed in the middle of the crowd, and said in Kingsley's voice, "The Ministry of Magic has collapsed. Scrimgeour is dead. Here they come."

The music stopped.

Marciana immediately grabbed the wand that slipped out of the sleeve, pushed away the dull guests around her, and squeezed in the direction of Harry and Hermione.Bianca disappeared into the crowd with the speed and agility that didn't fit a five-headed loli.Marciana saw Hermione and Harry jump to their feet, clutching their wands, and Hermione called to Ron in tears.

On the outskirts of the crowd, several figures in black robes appeared, and Lupine and Tonks waved their wands to fend off their attacks.Sirius was also not far from Harry, grabbing Harry's arm almost as Marciana held Hermione.Marciana picked out Ron from the crowd who was desperately squeezing Hermione, one in each hand, and Apparated with Sirius.

The five returned to Grimmauld Place.Sirius murmured, "The magic tribe has fallen into the hands of the mysterious man... Now it's troublesome..."

Marciana put Ron Hermione down: "You take care of Harry and the others, I'll go back and help."

"I'll go too." Sirius said hastily.

"No, you want to keep Harry safe." Marciana said decisively, "You and Kreacher will strengthen the guardian spell of this old house together - Bellatrix knows Grimmauld Place, they will soon You will watch us blatantly." After she finished speaking, she hurried out.

Marciana went away and did not come back with Lupine until late at night.

"Everyone is safe." Lupine and Sirius hugged each other.

"I've reported it to your family, you're with us - don't worry, they're a bit spooked, but no one's hurt," Marciana said to Ron, "but you can't contact them now, They're being watched by the Ministry of Magic. So are Dora and her parents."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and gave a forced smile.Hermione put her hand on the back of his hand comfortingly: "They're all fine." Ron shook Hermione's hand tightly with his backhand.

"The situation is very bad." Marciana said straight to the point, "Harry, your arrest warrant has been issued."

"What?!" Sirius shook his hands, and half a glass of cold water spilled on the front of his robe.

"They said they wanted to track down the cause of Dumbledore's death. This was a very clever move, and it sowed doubt and fear among those who supported you." Lupine answered.

"More than that, they began to investigate the bloodlines of wizards. Wizards whose parents are ordinary people have to go to the so-called Muggle Birth Registration Committee for an interview." Marciana handed over a special night issue of the "Daily Prophet" and sneered, "I Never seen the Ministry of Magic so efficient."

Hermione took the newspaper and opened it: "'...The latest research from the Department of Mysteries shows that magic can only be inherited through the birth of wizards. It can be seen that if there is no proven wizard blood, so-called Muggle-born people may be born through magic. Theft or violence to acquire magical abilities. The Ministry of Magic is determined to eradicate those who embezzle magical abilities'..."

"People won't let that happen," said Ron.

"It's already happened," Lupine said quietly. "You have to prove that you have at least one close relative of wizarding blood, or you will be considered illegally acquired magical abilities and punished. Just now, they tried to arrest Dora's father, because he was Muggle-born."

"Bellatrix must have said it." Sirius said bitterly.

"But..." Hermione murmured, "Since the Ministry of Magic has used the word 'eradicating', except for Mr. Tonks who was betrayed by relatives and friends who knew about it, which Muggle-born wizard would be stupid enough to send him to his door?" What about 'interview'?"

Marciana sighed: "Don't forget, the Ministry of Magic has the marriage records of almost all wizards from the eighteenth century to the present, as well as the birth records of all wizard families. Hundreds of years of accumulation, the families in their hands The pedigree data is staggeringly detailed."

Hermione figured this out too: "They can track pure-blood and half-blood wizards by their surnames, and Muggle-borns are hard to hide because..."

"Because they all have traces on them, and they have left records in the Ministry of Magic. Not to mention that there is also a copy of Hogwarts' enrollment records in the Ministry of Magic. For young Muggle-born wizards, they did not teach themselves at home. It is possible, all Muggle-born wizards in the UK have been educated at Hogwarts." Marciana nodded.

Hermione was dumbfounded: "What are they going to do, throw people like me into concentration camps?"

"It's worse than this—Azkaban." Marciana said sarcastically, "Riddle wants to control the dementors, why not give them some sweets."

Ron looked at Hermione and said, "What if the Ministry of Magic got it wrong when pure-blood and half-blood wizards swear that a Muggle-born is their relative? I can tell everyone that Hermione is My distant cousin—”

"Okay," Marciana patted Hermione's shoulder reassuringly, "Anyway, I guarantee that no one will come here to catch you. You stay here for a few days and don't go out easily."

Lupine smiled at them comfortingly: "Yes, Sirius will take care of you, don't worry too much."

Sirius patted Lupine on the shoulder: "My dear brother, go back and be with Tonks, she needs you right now."

Lupine smiled thoughtfully.

Hermione and Harry heard something unusual in Sirius' voice, and looked over curiously.Sirius smiled and said, "Moonface, why haven't you told Harry yet?"

Lupine was silent for a moment, and said with some difficulty: "Tonks is pregnant."

The three boys screamed and congratulated him jubilantly, but Lupine didn't look very happy.

Marciana crossed her arms and looked even more unhappy: "I know what you are worried about, but your attitude is fine in front of us, put it away in front of Dora. She is pregnant now, You're still worried about your father's safety, so it's fine if you don't make her happy, don't you want to make her sad all day long?"

"Yeah," Sirius put his arm around Lupine's shoulders, "Listen buddy, what you're worried about won't happen. You've always been the smartest of us, let alone lacking in courage, and your kids will stand up for you Proud. You'll be the best dad ever."

Lupine nodded silently, and wiped his face: "Yes...you are right...I can't do this to Dora..." He turned around and hugged Sirius tightly, "Thank you brother. "

Marciana rolled her eyes with a look of disgust: "Get out, Dora must have stayed up late waiting for you. It's really inconsiderate, because Dora has a good temper."

Lupine smiled sheepishly.

"Thank you too, it was my fault. Then I'm leaving."

"Tsk, wait!" Marciana handed over a beautifully packaged small box, "Here! The lightning puffs in this store are Dora's favorite, so you just say you bought them, you know?"

Lupine took it in surprise and opened it: "It's really her favorite flavor. When did you buy it?"

"It was originally bought for Bianca, but I didn't have time to give it to her after today's incident. If you weren't so unreasonable, I would have kept it for myself, hum!" Marciana pouted, "I have to arrange It's been a long time."

Lupine put away the box awkwardly, thanked him, and Apparated away.Sirius looked at her in amazement, and Marciana put her hips on her hips, "What are you looking at?! Shouldn't you, who has the most love experience, teach Lupine how to make a girl happy? You actually need me to do this kind of thing." | Worrying, what do you need?"

Sirius spread his hands with a smile: "How can I have experience? Girls have always chased me, and I never have to please them."

"So that's how it is. Beauty is different. Disrespect and disrespect." Marciana smiled, "But now that you are old and decrepit, it seems that you will continue to rely on your strength alone."

Sirius: "..."

Ron and Harry: "…"

Hermione shook her head, and sighed with Marciana: "Oh, man."

The author has something to say: Bianca, Bianca, a common female name in Latin (Italian, Spanish), means "white", and Albus just means "white" in Latin.But everyone should have guessed that Bianca is Dumbledore.

Speaking of the Ministry of Magic genealogy data, I was inspired by a book on intergenerational mobility research - an important way to study the mobility of socioeconomic status between generations is to track surnames from historical data, especially is a rare surname.This method is actually quite difficult, because it takes a long time to study the ups and downs of several generations of data, and the quality of the data is generally not very good.However, if it has been managed by one government for hundreds of years like the wizarding world, and the population is relatively small, theoretically, the family tree can be traced very well.