[SSHP] End of life

By one o'clock in the afternoon, the guests began to come in batches.George and Fred stood side by side on the path to welcome every guest. Harry had never seen them look so serious, and he always felt a little amused.He drank the Polyjuice Potion himself and turned into a red-haired Weasley.Although half an hour had passed, he was still not used to the Weasley family's generally tall height and good eyesight, and he always wanted to stride over obstacles or reach out to push his glasses.

On his wrist was the gold watch Mrs Weasley had given him that morning.From this day on, he has fully grown up.

"Yesterday was sunny, but it looks like it's going to rain today." When Harry led a group of wizards into the big tent, he heard Mrs. Weasley whisper.He arranged the guests to sit in fixed seats, and when he went out to lead the next group of guests, he looked up at the sky, and sure enough there was no sun.

He got up too early in the morning, and his memory was full of the fog and dew in the morning, and he even ate lunch in a daze.The conversation with Scrimgeour also made him very uncomfortable.For most of the day, his mind has been very confused, smiling mechanically, arranging seats, thinking about Dumbledore's intentions in a mess, not even noticing that it is dawn but there is no sunlight.Although the weather is inherently unpredictable and cannot really affect the wedding process, it always makes people feel a little hazy if the sun is not shining.The weather in England is like this. If the wedding was held in France, there would be no regrets.

Harry shook his head, trying to pull himself out of the quagmire of self-blame.Ever since Dumbledore's death, he has always been prone to falling into this mood.He pulled himself together and walked towards the garden entrance.

A huge figure stood there.While waiting, he moved his body a little excitedly, causing the dissatisfied wizard beside him to gasp.Hagrid apologized awkwardly, and as he stooped two more wizards were pushed aside by him, one of whom let out an angry yelp.

Harry walked over to Hagrid excitedly.As he approached the garden entrance, he suddenly remembered that he was a Muggle at this time, and he should have an instinctive fear of giants.He tried hard to pull back the grin and look a little startled, but probably failed, because Ron walked past him with some pretty girls, his mouth twisted weirdly.

"Ha--hahaha!!" Hagrid saw Harry from a distance, waved his big hand as big as the fat lady's face to greet Harry, and forced the "Harry" who was almost out of the mouth into a burst of weirdness. Laughing wildly, "You must be Ron's cousin! Nice to meet you!"

Harry could hardly contain himself from laughing out loud.He walked over to meet Hagrid's warm embrace, this long-lost embrace was really warm.He led the wizards into the big tent. Hagrid was still standing outside the door. Harry walked through the crowd and walked up to Hagrid.

"Harry!" Hegara whispered to the bushes beside Harry, "I've been looking for you for a long time! Happy 17th birthday to you! I think when I hugged you—" He waved his hand Comparing, "You're still a little fluffy! Now you've grown so much! You're an adult, exactly like James—" He gave Harry a big hug.

Harry hugged Hagrid hard, too.It was this friendly and kind half-giant who brought him into the wizarding world and into a new life.Whatever awaited him at the end of this life, he was grateful for it.It is no exaggeration to say that Hagrid is almost half his father.

"Seventeenth birthday is a big deal," said Hagrid, reaching into his pocket for something.When he pulled out his hand, there was a brown leather cord wrapped around his fingers, and he continued to pull it out, pulling out a very rough little bag.

"I don't have any good things to give you, only this. This is a bag made of dragon skin with a very special spell on it. Only the owner can take out the things inside." He said, a little embarrassed in the air He waved his palm the size of a trash can lid, "Anyway, congratulations on becoming an adult, Harry."

"Thank you, Hagrid!" said Harry, laughing.

"You guys are here!" There was a rustling in the bushes, and Tonks pulled Lupine in, "Happy birthday, Harry! Arthur must be in a daze, he pointed us to the wrong one, We always thought that little curly over there was you."

"Happy birthday, Harry," said Lupine, smiling.

"You asked Ron?" Harry said, and after only three days, he felt that he had been parted from Lupine and Tonks for a long time.He wanted to hear their voices and talk to them more.

"No." Tonks stood on tiptoe and playfully tugged at Hagrid's messy beard, "Even if this thing looks like a bush, Hagrid is still too eye-catching."

Hagrid smiled sheepishly.His big hand patted Lupine's shoulder, then Tonks's blond hair.

"Harry, you still have to take care of the guests. Ron and the others are going to be too busy." Hermione appeared in front of them stepping on high heels, screaming and tugging at her purple skirt hanging from a tree branch, " Hagrid, Remus, Tonks, nice to meet you. We will happily attend Harry's birthday party tonight! No, I have to go too..." She said in a panic, turning around The body got out.

Harry shrugged. "Not a few hours left. We'll talk tonight."

"Talk tonight, Harry. Go ahead, we're sure we'll find a seat," Tonks said. "Don't be too tired to fall asleep at your own birthday party."

Harry smiled, hugged Lupine and Tonks each, and ran out of the bushes.

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At four o'clock the sky became more cloudy.The guests had already arrived, and someone was complaining in a low voice that it was too dark to see the faces of the people sitting across the table.Mrs. Weasley and Hermione hurriedly cast spells to fill the hedge around the garden with colored lights, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

Fred and George looked at each other, and took out their newly developed floating colorful illuminator from their pockets as if offering a treasure.Mrs. Weasley was pleasantly surprised and hugged them, and by this time she was no longer angry at their joke shop.Although these illuminators are still trial products, everyone has ignored them at this time and used them on the dining table separately.

Harry and Ron had found empty seats and sat down.Ron's hands were tucked in his pockets, presumably clutching his Deluminator again, which he played with whenever he had time for most of the day.He whispered to Harry, "What do you think would happen if I used the Deluminator now?"

"You could try it out," said Harry, his eyes fixed on the colored lights floating above each table.The colored lights were round and constantly changing colors, casting an advertisement for "Weasley's Joke Shop in Diagon Alley" right in the center of the table.

"Forget it. If the groom's mother killed her other son at her son's wedding, it would definitely be in the Daily Prophet," said Ron, taking his hands out of his trouser pockets and putting them down. Beating on the legs.

After a few minutes, Hermione came and sat down among them.The three whispered, until they were interrupted by the cry of "Ladies and gentlemen, please stand up!", and they didn't realize that the wedding had reached the final stage.

The singing of the Bird of Paradise and the crisp bells echoed in the music, and everyone stood up hastily.Hermione grumbled and complained a few words, as if she regretted that she missed the first pure wizard wedding in her life because of chatting.A few seconds later, she kicked Ron hard.

Ron cried out in pain and complained in a low voice, "You're talking to us too!"

Harry watched Bill and Fleur disappear into the crowd.Everyone was clapping and cheering.Harry knew that he shouldn't have emotions other than joy on a day like this, but he still felt a little lonely.The more noisy around, the more lonely.Ginny was not by his side, but even if she was by his side, after the great changes of these days, she could no longer bring him as much comfort as before.He just admires her most of the time, she has many great qualities, strength being one of them.

It might be cowardly to think so.But for him now, if love, or any kind of emotion, involved responsibility, it would lose all its appeal.

The Weasley lantern rose a little higher.Under the reflection of the colorful light, the garden became a wide field, and the bushes beside it became golden orchards.Even though the sky was still overcast, the sight looked remarkably festive.Waiters began to appear from all directions, carrying fragrant food and wine.The crowd cheered.Chairs were raised and many people slid onto the dance floor.

"Hello, Harry, hello, Her-mi-en." Krum appeared out of nowhere, still unable to pronounce Hermione's name.He shook Harry's hand in a friendly way and nodded to Ron.

"Victor!" cried Hermione in surprise, blushing and fiddling with the beaded pouch uncomfortably.But Krum's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his face instantly became very gloomy: "Who is he?" He asked hostilely, pointing his hand over Hermione's shoulder to a person.

"Oh, that's Xenophilius Lovegood," said Harry, who had just greeted his guests when he was showing them in, and who was also a very interesting man. "A friend's father of mine."

"Luna's?" Ron grunted. "That's why it looks - so special."

Hermione seemed displeased with Ron's behavior in judging his friend's father.She kicked Ron so hard that it landed on Krum's leg, who was standing between Ron and her.Krum gasped.

Hermione blushed even more.She apologized somewhat stammeringly, then turned and ran away.But Krum didn't care. He still looked sullenly at Xenophilius, who was holding a glass of wine and talking to a wizard next to him with a smile on his face, and said angrily, "He's actually wearing that evil symbol! Forget it!" Lucky. If I am not the guest invited by Fu Rong, I must fight him on the spot!"

Harry frowned: "What sign?"

"Look, the hang tag on his chest." Harry followed Krum's eyes and looked over. There was a golden pendant on Xenophilius' chest. It was a strange triangular symbol that looked like an eye. "That's Grindelwald's logo. He carved this logo on the wall when he went to school in Durmstrang. Of course, his influence is not much in the UK, maybe you don't notice it. But me! I am in Germany Lemstrong passed this evil sign every single day of his school years!"

Grindelwald?It is the German Dark Lord who was defeated by Dumbledore in the newspaper and is now imprisoned in Nurmengard.The newspaper is still in his pocket.Harry shrugged, and he saw Dorge: an old Order of the Phoenix.He found an excuse to throw Krum to Ron, and ran through the crowd to Dorjee's side.

"Mr. Doge, I'm Harry Potter." Harry ran up to the old man who was drinking alone at a table and whispered, "Can we have a few words?"

"My dear child!" Dorje looked surprised and delighted, "Arthur told me you were here, maybe he was too busy to tell which one was you... Please sit down! I am so happy and honored It's..."

"I want to ask you something about Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, subconsciously touching the newspaper in his pocket through a layer of fabric, "The one written by Rita Skeeter in the Daily Prophet An article about Dumbledore..."

"Don't let anything tarnish the Dumbledore in your memory!" Dorje interrupted abruptly before Harry finished speaking, "Rita Skeeter is a nasty bitch! I'm ashamed to say that I really didn't speak well at the time." Great, but look how she writes these things—"

"I know you admire Dumbledore." A harsh voice came, accompanied by a burst of loud laughter, "Look at you now, like a stuffed frog, it just makes me think you're Cover up some ulterior secrets. Of course, Dumbledore has no secrets anymore, I am curious why you still regard him as a saint, after confirming that he killed his mother and Squib sister Ariana."

"His sister is not a Squib! It wasn't him who killed her!" Duoji slammed the wine glass on the table, and the liquid splashed out and spilled his hands. Harry looked at them in surprise, and the old man's beard was so angry You turned up, your face flushed, "False words, all false words! Muriel, that dirty woman from Skeeter is blinding your eyes! Don't forget who defeated the mysterious man , Who made you live a peaceful life for a few years! Did he do all that to let you survive so that you can continue to listen to that stinky old vulture of Skeeter talking nonsense?"

"It was the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, who defeated You-Know-Who, wasn't he? He's gone somewhere now, and he's a smart kid." Muriel belched, wearing a pink feather hat A feather on one of them was raised proudly, as if raising the banner of victory according to her mood, "Dorje, you just have to wait. When Rita Skeeter's book is written, she will tell you Deng in detail." Those scandals in the Bullido family, his exposure to the dark arts when he was young, and his friendship with Grindelwald... As far as I know, the insider is Bathilda Bagshot, an old neighbor of the Dumbledore family. She's lived long enough to see a lot."

"The author of A History of Magic?" Harry couldn't help interjecting.

"who are you?"

"I'm... I'm Barney, one of Ron's cousins," Harry explained, a little awkwardly.

"Oh... Another Weasley. I should have known it when I saw your hair." Muriel said, "Yes, it was her. She lived in Godric's Hollow for a long time. Those things back then But she saw it with her own eyes."

"Godric's Hollow!?" Harry couldn't hold back anymore and yelled.All the people around turned their eyes to him in an instant, wanting to see who this guy who interrupted their good time was.Harry ignored those gazes and wanted to ask, but in the next second, no one paid any attention to Harry.A silver lynx Patronus fell from the top of the canvas, and shouted in Kingsley Shacklebolt's unique thick voice: "Everyone evacuate as soon as possible! The Ministry of Magic has collapsed, You-Know-Who—" Lynx said Before he could finish shouting, a magic spell shot in from outside the tent, beheading the patron saint in half.The silver light turned into gas and slowly diffused among the silent crowd.

The canvas roof of the tent was broken, and the dark sky was exposed through the torn holes.Between the distant mountains, a bolt of lightning struck from the very low sky to the top of the mountain. After a few seconds, rumbling thunder resounded through the sky and the earth.People seem to have just reacted, crying and screaming and starting to run away.Pushed by the crowd, Harry ran desperately towards the table where Ron and Hermione were.

Amid the din, Harry heard a piercing scream.He turned his head and saw a Weasley lantern hanging extraordinarily high was shot down by a spell of light.In the gloomy sky appeared a skeleton with a shining green light—it was the Dark Mark.There were far fewer people in the tent, the tables and chairs were in a mess, dishes and wine were scattered among the broken plates and wine glasses.The golden orchards and lanterns are still doing their own work in the dark background, like firecracker paper scraps and fluorescent sticks abandoned on the street after a carnival night, appearing extremely lonely.

Seeing the Dark Mark, the people shouted even more in fear.Harry gripped his wand tightly in his hand, and ran outside with the flow of people.In the chaos, his mind almost went blank. Should he take this opportunity to escape and let Ron and Hermione go back to school safely, or is it not safe here at all and he should stay and fight?He hasn't got his invisibility cloak yet.Maybe he should run into the Burrow now, put on the Invisibility Cloak, and sit back and watch.

The author has something to say: Well, the agreed double update.

JK Rowling himself said that in the wizarding world, Hagrid's name is Rubeus, red, and Dumbledore's name is Albus, white.Red represents enthusiasm, simplicity and warmth, while white represents asceticism, smart, idealistic and somewhat isolated.These two make up Harry's ideal father figure in the wizarding world.