Harriet Potter

Bill's wedding reminded me of some long-lost moments: lively, cheerful, full of small episodes such as Hagrid's stool collapsed, and guests admitting each other. And good things are in a hurry.

Under the festive appearance, I knew that some members, including Lupine and Tonks, would not participate in this celebration. They wore modified dresses to facilitate activities, mixed with the guests, and dispersed in various corners around the tent in a planned way. Always be ready for a possible attack.Kingsley stayed at the Ministry of Magic to monitor the movement there, and it has been several hours since he sent out the news of his safety as planned.I drank Polyjuice Potion and dressed up as a red-haired girl in the village down the mountain. I attended as Barbara Weasley. special presence.

Despite this, or perhaps because of it, the scene of the newlyweds kissing will always be in my mind: the wedding wizard waved his wand high above Bill and Fleur, and a large silver star fell on them, circling Their tightly embracing bodies spin.Fred and George sitting in the first row took the lead in applauding, and then the golden balloon above the heads of the guests exploded, and the Bird of Paradise and the little golden bell flew out of it, floating in mid-air. Added bird chirping and bell sounds.

After the ceremony, the wedding wizard waved his wand again.All the seats lifted gracefully into the air, the canvas of the marquee disappeared, and we stood under a canopy of gold pillars, with a magnificent view of the sunny orchards and surrounding countryside.Then, a pool of molten gold spread out from the center of the tent, creating a glittering dance floor.The chairs floating in mid-air automatically gathered around the small tables covered with white tablecloths, and also fell gracefully to the ground around the dance floor.Then a band in gold jackets marched to the stage, and waiters popped up from all directions carrying silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer and firewhiskey, and a crumbling pile of pies and sandwiches.

The first piece of music was played, and Bill and Fleur stepped onto the dance floor first, winning warm applause from everyone.A moment later, Mr. Weasley led Mrs. Delacour onto the dance floor, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Fleur's father.Me, Ron, Hermione and Luna were sitting at a small table watching, the latter was invited along with his father, Mr Lovegood was supposed to be giving presents to the couple, I thought I'd better not ask What is the gift.

When the music turned into a waltz-like style, Luna got up and slid lightly onto the dance floor, twirling alone with her eyes closed, swinging her arms.Since Mr. Lovegood is a firm believer in sun-colored dresses for weddings, she wore a bright yellow gown and pinned a sunflower in her blond hair, and after getting used to those bright winks I'd say the overall effect was pretty pleasing.I sometimes envy this girl, she always seems to be able to get along with herself calmly.

Viktor Krum took the seat Luna had vacated, and the tension in the small area suddenly rose, not helped by the hostility he directed at Xenophilius Lovegood.

"Go dance," Ron said abruptly to Hermione, who almost dropped the beaded bag in her hands in surprise.

"I'm not sure……"

"Just a dance," insisted Ron. "We're at a wedding, come on."

Hermione nodded, with a complex and forbearing look flashing across her face, she got up and took Ron's hand, and the two immediately disappeared into the increasingly crowded crowd on the dance floor.I was distracted for a moment, until I was pulled back by Krum's voice.Being stared at by those eagle-like eyes that belonged to a seeker, I was somewhat guilty when I introduced myself. Just now, Luna saw through my identity in just two sentences, which greatly shattered my confidence in this disguise .

"If he hadn't been invited by Fleur, I would have dueled him on the spot." Krum stared angrily at Mr. Lovegood who was chatting with some wizards by the dance floor. That evil sign."

I looked confusedly at Mr. Lovegood's chest, where a triangular eye-like figure was shining, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"Grindelwald. That's the sign of Grindelwald."

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

"That's right." Krum's cheek muscles squirmed, as if he was chewing something, and then he said, "Grindelwald killed many people, my grandfather was one of them. Of course, he has never had much power in this country, they say He's afraid of Dumbledore—that's right, see what happens to him! But this—" he pointed at Xenophilius,"—is his symbol, and I recognize it immediately. Grindelwald When Durmstrang was studying, it was engraved on a wall. Some fools copied this symbol in textbooks and clothes, trying to frighten others and make themselves great-later, we Inglind Waugh and the bereaved have taught them some lessons."

I don't doubt the authenticity of Krum's rage, but I also don't believe that Mr. Lovegood supports the dark arts, and it's a lot like him to see an evil wizard's symbol as a cross-section of a horned snorkel or something will do.Krum complied with my attempts to change the subject, I pretended to be a fan of his - which wasn't a pretense in a way, and we chatted happily about anecdotes about the Quidditch World Cup before his attention Attracted by Ginny who came to dance with Luna.

"This girl is very beautiful." Krum looked at her, "Is she also a relative of your family?"

"Correct."

I thought Krum would immediately get up and invite Ginny, but he paused and invited me.Despite his sullen appearance, Krum was a true gentleman, and we finished the piece on the court, and he coordinated and guided my jerky steps, sent me to the sidelines when I asked for a break, and praised my performance. The red-haired man walked towards Ginny.

Ron and Hermione were still in the middle of the dance floor. I planned to wait for them to take a break before talking about the pattern on Mr. Lovegood's chest, so I wandered aimlessly around the dance floor, chatting with the stalking members of the Order of the Phoenix. For a while Lupine's partner, twirling with him on the dance floor, approached a wine-nosed old man who had been running furtively all over the tent, and Lupine thought he might be up to something - but the truth was he wanted to take advantage of it. Randomly take the jewelry and wallets of the guests.We tied up the old man and took him outside the tent, handed over the stolen property to Mrs Weasley who was serving refreshments, and returned to the tent.Remus didn't answer my question about why he chose me instead of Tonks, and walked straight to where he was following.

The guests have had a few drinks more or less, and now disputes have begun between the guests.Fleur's veela cousins ​​took on the shape of birds with sharp beaks to intimidate a young wizard who plotted against one of them. The hapless fellow fell to the ground and looked like he was about to cry. Mr. Weasley raised his hand Stand between the two parties to mediate.I was also attracted by a quarrel, the two old men were probably older than the entire Weasley family combined, when I got closer, I recognized the wizard who gave a speech at Dumbledore's funeral, he stared red-faced Aunt Muriel looking at Ron.

"My mother was on good terms with Bathilda Bagshot," said Aunt Muriel cheerily. "Bathilda told my mother the whole thing, and I heard it at the door. The fight at the coffin! Bathilda said Aberforth yelled that Albus was to blame for Ariana's death, and then punched Albus in the face. Bathilda said that Albus didn't even try to resist, which was strange enough in itself Well, Albus could kill Aberforth even if he fought Aberforth with his hands tied behind his back."

"Excuse me," I imitated Mr. Weasley and stood in front of them with my hands up. "Are you talking about Bathilda Bagshot? The author of A History of Magic?"

"Yeah," said the little wizard, grabbing my question like a drowning man grabbing a lifebelt, "a most gifted historian of magic and an old friend of Albus's." .”

"I heard that I've been very confused recently." Aunt Muriel said happily.

"If that's the case, it's even more shameful for Skeeter to use her," Dorje said. "Anything Bathilda says is unbelievable!"

"Oh, there are many ways to bring back memories, and I'm sure Rita Skeeter knows them all," said Aunt Muriel. Photographs, even old letters. She's known the Dumbledores for years... yes, totally worth a trip to Godric's Hollow."

"What—" Despite being doubly puzzled, I immediately noticed an important point, "Both Bathilda Barshak and the Dumbledore family live in Godric's Hollow?"

"Yes, many years ago!" Aunt Muriel answered casually, picking up her glass. "They moved there after Percival was imprisoned, and Bathilda was their neighbor. Who are you? "

I opened my mouth, and it took me a while to remember my alias, "Barbara Weiss—"

There was a shriek from someone, and I turned away, my wand in my hand.A large silver thing fell through the canopy above the dance floor, and people looked at it, and those closest to it froze hilariously in place.The glittering Patronus of the lynx opened his mouth wide and spoke in Kingsley's loud, deep, slow voice.

"The Ministry is down. Scrimgeour is dead. Here they come."

(TBC)