[Comprehensive British and American] The predecessors are missing one

I looked at Harry hesitantly, not knowing how to answer.It's hard to define good or bad.Also, Harry's tone strikes me as somewhat defiant.

"That's it." I looked away, not wanting to discuss it.

Harry stared at me, pursed his lips, and took a sip of champagne.His expression was tense and his face was lukewarm.

After a while, Harry said, "Do you need me to give you a deadline?"

I frowned and looked at him.

Now Harry looked like the strings were stretched to their tightest.This kind of expression is really not suitable for good friends, especially before the wedding of female friends.It doesn't mean to bless the new couple at all.

"Harry," I sighed, and walked over, trying to soften Harry's attitude, "I—"

Harry cut me straight off. "You're running out of time," he said, grabbing my left hand, "Do you want to count how many petals you have left? You are going to go to heaven to wait for me now, right?"

For a split second, I wanted to complain about how sure Harry was going to go to heaven.But looking at Harry's face, I think I'd better not say anything...

"Harry, it hurts." I flattened my mouth and looked aggrieved.

"This trick is useless." Harry glared at me, not buying it, "Eli, little sister Evangeline, do you want me to remind you that this curse can kill people. You should set a stop loss point for yourself, It's not that Kent doesn't want to break up, so you really spend time with him. He has plenty of time, but your youth is limited!"

I thought this was only heard when you were approaching [-], unable to get out of the single, and forced to go on a blind date.It's ridiculous.

"I'm trying to think of a way." I argued, unable to break free from Harry's shackles, "Don't you think it might not be a matter of the object? Maybe it's something we didn't get right—"

Suddenly Harry narrowed his eyes.I immediately silenced, turned my head, and sure enough I saw Clark walking towards us.

I moved my wrist, telling Harry to let me go.Harry glanced at me, but didn't let go immediately, his expression still full of displeasure.

Based on safety considerations, I think that if Harry is allowed to make contact with Clark at this time, Harry will probably not be able to resist provocation.Clark has a good temper, but Harry's taunting skills cannot be higher.I believe it is necessary for me to separate the two of them as much as possible.

On the day of my best friend's wedding, I have to deal with conflicts between my boyfriend and my best male friend?Please, forgive me.

Clark reacted like he didn't hear what Harry and I were saying.No wonder.He heard absolutely everything.Thinking of this makes me a little restless.

But Clark was just as usual, making me happy, smiling at me, treating me with care and tenderness.

A few minutes before the wedding, I was a little nervous.This is my first time as a bridesmaid.I'm terrified of making mistakes.

"Don't be nervous." Clark comforted me beside me, gently hugging my shoulders, his voice was low and gentle, his eyes focused and smiling.

"Clark, I'm afraid I'll ruin Hermione's wedding. There are a lot of nobles here!" I gripped Clark's hand tightly, my anxiety couldn't stop.

"They're just nobles. You're a Greek goddess."

"But they don't know!"

I'm kind of broken.I know that being nervous now is a slow reaction, and I also know that I am just walking the red carpet with Hermione, helping to lift a skirt and hold a bouquet, so there is no need to be afraid.But I'm just nervous.No why.

Clark smiled and sighed, cupping my face in his hands.

"Look at me," he said.

I subconsciously followed what Clark said.

Clark lowered his head and kissed my lips.

I gradually shifted my focus, and my mood stabilized a lot.The way Clark kisses me has always been gentle, a little wary, a gentleman, treating me like a treasure.

"You're not going to screw up this wedding," Clark told me softly, after letting me go, "because my girlfriend is super powerful, she's a magician, she's a goddess."

I stared at Clark and suddenly choked up.

"I suddenly realized... I'm not nervous." I said, wrinkling my nose aggrievedly, "I don't want Hermione to get married."

Clark smiled and hugged me. "I know."

"I really don't want her to get married." I wiped my tears and rested my forehead on Clark's shoulder. "When she gets married, she will be more than just my best friend. She will become someone else's wife and have children in the future! Hermione is amazing, she's warm, smart, brave, upright, I'm so happy to be her friend, I'm so glad she came to talk to me in that class. I can't bear to…"

Clark put his arm around my waist and patted my back with the other hand. "I know. I know everything."

I leaned against Clark for a while and finally felt better.I straightened up, looked at Clark, and pouted.

"Now I know how everyone felt when I suddenly said that I was going to get married."

Clark heard my murmur, and curled his mouth helplessly.

"Do you still want to wear your wedding dress again?" Clark asked suddenly.

I looked up, a little dazed, not quite sure what Clark meant.

Clark stared at me seriously, with a serious and apprehensive expression.I frowned uncertainly, wondering how to respond at this point.

For a moment, Clark looked away.

"Sorry." Clark smiled, looking into my eyes, still tender and loving, "I... just feel a little uneasy."

I frowned, doubting my ears. "disturbed?"

Just at this time, Potter came over and called me to gather and prepare.I kissed Clark goodbye and hinted to Peter before I left that I absolutely, absolutely must separate Clark from Harry for the entire wedding, and that I would leave it to him.

Most of the guests gathered in the greenhouse, some of them were still moving, and the rest stayed in the front hall of the manor house.

I hurried to the assembly point.Raven stared at me for a moment, reaching to straighten the pendant tiara on my head.

"Are you crying?" Raven teased me.

"Is it so obvious?!" I was shocked, and quickly used magic to adjust the makeup to the best state.

Before the opening, I was thinking about what Clark said.Strangely, I didn't see Clark in the guest table when the wedding began.The space on Peter's other side was empty.

"Where's Kent?" Raven asked me in a low voice.When Hermione walked down the aisle.

"I don't know." I replied, lowering my voice, "It's more important that we finish this journey first."

This made me unable to concentrate on listening to the vows between Hermione and Draco, and I was only thinking about taking out my mobile phone to watch the news when this paragraph was over.Half an hour later, the BBC real-time news told me the answer.Crash accident.And there's fucking Lois Lane on board.

I have a fire.

No, don't be angry.Today is Hermione's wedding.

So there is no one else who can handle that aircraft.What about Supergirl?What about Green Lantern?Oh, I get it, it's just as well if there's no one else.

I talked myself out of anger, and stood next to Hermione for a group photo, smiling.After the photo came out, Hermione pointed at me in the photo who was frowning deeply one second before, and was smiling the next second. She turned her head, stared at me, and squinted her eyes.

"Ha." Harry sneered next to me, "I told you."

I take a deep breath, a deep breath, and a deep breath.

"Shut up." Raven gave Harry a blank stare.

"I think we all... just calm down," Peter tried to smooth things over. "Today is Hermione's wedding. We should be happier."

"I am not unhappy." Whether I am happy or not is not the point.I answered right away, almost saying the last sentence at the same time.Fortunately, Mrs. Malfoy appeared in real time, approached the gazebo where we were, and greeted us.

Mrs. Malfoy came over mainly to talk to me about my curse.I don't expect selfless devotion from Slytherins, and I promise what Madam Malfoy asks for in return—in the future, when the Malfoy family is in trouble, I will help.

I would have done that.Hermione is my girlfriend.

However, for the Malfoy family, it seems that there are other honors and meanings for being able to obtain the support of the Greek gods.I didn't delve into it, and took the parchment scroll and ancient books that Mrs. Malfoy handed me.It records the actual cases they can find related to this curse.

When I got back to the gazebo, there was only Peter left in the gazebo, chatting with Potter and the Wesley twins.Peter seems to have a special chat with the Weasley twins.

I walked over to Peter.Peter was about to finish talking to the twins, and Potter.

"Elly." Peter looked at me concerned, after the twins and Potter left the gazebo.He put his hands on my shoulders, carefully studying my expression.

"How are you?"

"Do I look bad?"

I asked Peter back.As soon as the words come out of our mouths, we know, well, I'm not good.

Peter frowned, and led me to a corner of the garden to rest.

We sat on the stone chairs blankly, looking at the wedding venue, without saying a word.

I could feel Peter trying to comfort me, but he didn't know what to say.

"Are you and Harry...?"

"Arguing," I replied, staring blankly at the people talking and dancing at the wedding reception, "and he said I should put a stop and stop wasting my youth on Clark. I contradicted him, he wasn't happy. That was it. "

"...Oh." Then Peter fell silent.

"Actually, you agree with what Harry said, right?"

I turned my head and looked at Peter, unable to hide the sharpness in my tone.No, I'm going to lose my temper.I should shut up.

Peter looked at me quietly, a little sad, and worried.

"Eli, I know you don't want to hear it," he said, looking at me as gently as he could, "but we don't want to lose you."

I've never lost my temper over Peter.But at this moment I almost jumped up and got angry.

Peter agreed with Harry.He actually agreed with Harry.

I thought he would understand me.

This not only negates my efforts with Clark and my intentions for Barry, but also negates my initial feelings for Peter.

I really thought Peter would understand me.

"So what should I do?" I asked back, breathing faster, "Try every man in the world?"

Hurt flashed in Peter's eyes.I took a deep breath, knowing I shouldn't say that, but I couldn't stop it.

I know, of course I know both.Everyone doesn't want me to die, and I know I can't die.

Don't remind me of this again.

The curse cannot be undone, the person I like will never be my true love, what should I do!

"I want to get out of here." I stood up and walked in the other direction.

"Eli!"

Peter followed me, and we walked halfway through the garden under the curious eyes of the other guests.I just want to find a quiet place where there are no people.Please, leave me alone.I want to be alone.My mind is in a mess right now and I can't think of anything good to say.

Today is Hermione's wedding.I remind myself.

But Clark was gone again.Lois Lane was on board the plane that crashed.

Harry's life, his life.I want to save Harry.I should have set a stop.Harry is right, I don't have time.There are ten petals left.

But what do I do?

Damn, I have no idea what to do.No, there's no one else closer to my true love than Clark, except Barry.Barry has given up on me.Barry left, and he's not coming back.I should focus on Clark...but is he really my true love?

Is Clark really my true love?

When this thought swept over my body from my toes, I felt that the world became so cold.I found that I had no idea what I was doing.That's right, in fact, I don't know what he and I are doing.

Looking back on these past few months, I was like a marionette.I do it because I'm supposed to be in a relationship with someone.It's not love at all, and it certainly doesn't become true love.

When love is full of pressure, how can you expect success?

I stopped before a rosebush.There's no one here anymore.

Slowly, I knelt down and covered my face with my hands.

No, I can't cry.Today is Hermione's wedding... I should be happy, I can't affect other people's emotions.Yes, think of something happy.Come on, I can do it.come on.

There was a sound of footsteps.I looked up and saw Raven over the flowers.

"You're here." She pulled me up from the ground and looked at me with a frown.

"I'm fine," I said, as calmly as possible.