Chapter 1,242

Bill and Fleur's wedding was the next day.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Vanlin, Harry, Ron, Fred and George all stood outside the huge white tent in the orchard on time, waiting for the guests to attend the ceremony.

This kind of work can only be done by these young men, but Harry needs to make some changes.

Harry drank a large dose of polyjuice potion and now has become a young man with red hair, looking like the Muggle boy who went to school in the local Ottery St. Catchpole.

Of course, Fred cleverly used the flying spell to "borrow" a few strands of the boy's hair and added them to the potion.

According to the plan, Harry will change his name to "Cousin Barney", and the large number of relatives in the Weasley family will ensure that no one will doubt his identity.

Harry's identity is too sensitive. No one can guarantee that all the people attending the wedding can be trusted. Besides, this can also avoid some trouble, right?

The five of them have a wedding seating arrangement in their hands, so they can easily guide each guest to find their correct seat. Many musicians in white robes had arrived at the wedding venue an hour ago, holding their various golden instruments in their hands, and all these wizards were sitting not far away under the tree.

In the distance, the scene was filled with magical blue smoke, as if it were a fairyland. Behind them, from the entrance of the tent, you can see that rows of exquisite golden chairs are neatly placed on both sides of the long purple carpet. And the pillars of the tent are also decorated with colorful flowers.

Fred and George are trying to decorate a large bunch of golden balloons above the place where Bill and Fleur took their vows.

Outside the venue, bees and butterflies are leisurely hovering and playing in the lawn and bushes.

However, the peace in front of him could not offset the lingering uneasiness in Harry's heart.

The Muggle boy was fatter than Harry, so naturally, on this sunny summer afternoon, the slightly tight dress robe on his body also made Harry feel the hot weather and the anxiety in his heart.

To be honest, this feeling is a bit weird, but it feels real.

"What's wrong?" Fanlin asked. Harry didn't act natural. He was originally immersed in the wizard's wedding decoration, but seeing Harry's current appearance, "The dress is too tight? You know, it should be..."

"I hope so..." Harry said without thinking, and then tried to loosen the bow tie with his hands.

"Fanlin, do you think... will we..."

"Be discovered by the Death Eaters?" Fanlin said, "If there are no accidents, there will be some different surprises today. The good things of the Weasley family should not be missed, but when they find this place, it's hard to say, after all, we have been preparing for a long time."

"Defense?"

"It's a wedding!" Fanlin laughed, which made Harry a little confused. Fanlin was too cautious at first, but now he is.

"Look at it more open-mindedly. After all, there has been no wonderful things for a long time, right?" Fanlin patted his shoulder.

"Ah, when I get married," Fred complained as he loosened the collar of his suit, "I won't have so many annoying rules. Everyone can do whatever they want. Just use a full body binding spell on mom."

"To be honest, mom performed well today. She was just sad for a while because Percy didn't come. But who cares about that idiot?" George said, "Oh, everyone, cheer up. Look, they're coming!"

"Come on, Harry!" Ron said a little tiredly. This welcoming job is not easy.

"Come on..."

Following the direction of Vanlin's finger, many figures in different costumes appeared one after another not far from the edge of the venue. In a few minutes, the team of guests had taken shape. Then, the crowd began to cross the orchard and rush to the tent along their own routes.

Bill has been working in Egypt for a long time. Naturally, it is not surprising to bring some decorations. The only regret is that Bill's friends in Egypt can't come to his wedding.

But isn't it enough to have Fleur?

Fleur, this silly woman, has been possessed since her trip to Egypt. The two of them are really suitable together.

Exotic flowers and enchanted birds hovered on the witches' hats, and the wizards' sashes sparkled with the light of various gems. As the excited conversations of people gradually became clear, the previous buzzing sound was drowned out by the appearance of the crowd.

"God, I swear I saw a few Veela cousins," George stretched his neck to see more clearly, "I think they must need some private English tutoring, I think I can do it..."

"Hey, don't be impatient, be careful," Fred said, rushing straight through a group of middle-aged witches and rushing towards his target, "Here-can I be allowed to serve the two ladies? (French)"

Faced with a straightforward conversation, the beautiful twin sisters giggled and accepted his invitation.

On the other hand, George, who was left behind, could only helplessly receive this group of middle-aged witches. Ron's duty was to greet Mr. Weasley's colleagues in the Ministry of Magic. As for Harry and Vanlin, they had to take care of an elderly couple who were almost deaf.

"Hi!"

When Harry walked out of the tent again, a familiar voice greeted him. Alice and Lupine appeared in front of him. This time she gave herself blond hair, "Arthur told us that the one with curly hair is you." . Also, I’m really sorry about what happened last night.”

As Harry led them down the aisle she added, "The Ministry of Magic is becoming increasingly resistant to werewolves, so we figured we wouldn't do you any good if we stayed there yesterday."

"It's okay, I understand," Harry said, turning more eyes on Lupin. Lupine smiled back at him, but as they turned away from Harry, Harry noticed that Lupine's face had darkened again. He didn't quite understand it, but he didn't have much time to think about it now.

Hagrid's arrival caused quite a commotion. When he was about to sit down, he misunderstood Fred's instructions and sat down directly without waiting for the chair in the back row to be reinforced with a strengthening spell. As a result, the five shining golden chairs became Sticks and powder. When Fanlin came to clean up the scene of destruction, Hagrid apologized endlessly to everyone who was willing to listen to his story.

"Oh, don't bother, Hagrid..." Fan Lin felt a little confused. Hagrid was too cautious and looked panicked when he caused trouble. This really doesn't fit Hagrid's position.

"sorry, I..."

"Sit down, sit down..." Fan Lin restored the damaged place, "Don't be nervous, Hagrid..."

When Harry abandoned Fanlin and hurried back to the entrance, he found Ron talking face to face with a wizard who was dressed very strangely: a pair of slender eyes, shoulder-length white hair like marshmallows, wearing a He was wearing a strange hat. The long tassels on the hat were thrown straight in front of him, blocking his nose. He was wearing an egg-yellow robe. In addition, there is another feature that is more eye-catching than the triangular eye on his chest, which is the shining light from the gold chain around his neck.

"Xenonferrius Lovegood," he introduced himself while extending his hand to Harry, "my daughter and I live in the mountains, so it's really nice to receive an invitation from the Weasley family. That's great, and I suppose you know my daughter Luna?" he added, turning to Ron.

"Yes," said Ron. "Didn't she come with you?"

"Oh, she wanted to wander around the charming little manor over there and say hello to the goblins, those great little beings! Now few of us realize how much we can learn from these clever little creatures. How much can be learned... What's more, we can't even give them a proper name, these tireless gardeners."

"I think we actually know quite a few good curse words," Ron muttered, "and I think Fred and George have taught those nasty little things a long time ago."

He was leading a group of wizards to the tent when Luna appeared.

"Hello, Harry, Fanlin!" She greeted as always.

"Uh...my name is Barry..." Harry replied in a panic.

"Oh, has it been changed to this name?" she asked cheerfully.

"Compared to this, Luna, how did you know that he was..." Fan Lin didn't finish his sentence, but the question was ready to come out.

"Oh, that's just what your expression tells me," Luna said, looking at Harry intently.

In fact, Fan Lin has always had a good sense of Luna. Like her father, Luna is also wearing a bright yellow robe, and her hair is still decorated with the exaggerated big sunflower. Maybe it is a habit that has become natural, Fan Lin I didn't think there was anything wrong with Luna's dress. At least, Luna didn't wear those eye-catching carrot earrings.

A witch full of spirituality, although sometimes her nerves may give her the wrong answer, but it's very interesting, isn't it?

Xenonferius was chatting happily with an acquaintance at this time, so he did not notice Luna and the three of them. It wasn't until he said goodbye that he turned around and saw his daughter. Luna was holding up her finger and saying to him: "Dad, look - a goblin bit me."

"It's amazing! You know, the saliva of goblins is very good." Mr. Logford grabbed Luna's outstretched finger and said while checking the wound, "Luna, my baby, if you today If you ever feel the urge to sing an opera or recite like a mermaid like never before, don't hold back. I bet you will be a magical gift from the goblins."

...

Neuropathy is contagious...

Luna and his daughter explained the meaning of this sentence very well.

Ron turned his head away from the father and daughter and coughed loudly.

"Ron might find it funny," Luna said calmly as Fan Lin led her and her father to sit down, "but my father does have a lot of research on goblin magic."

"Really?" Fanlin asked in disbelief. The words came out in a drawn-out voice, as he wasn't sure whether to challenge the Lunas' eccentric views.

"Of course, my father has indeed studied goblin magic, and goblin saliva is indeed effective."

"For example, the blessing of goblins?" Fan Lin said, looking at Luna's sworn expression, Fan Lin always had a thought, although I don't believe it, I can't bear to hurt you.

Why did you believe it yourself?

Studying the magic of goblins?

These little creatures are not the race that coexisted with elves and dwarves in ancient times. The goblins now are just some evolved... groundhogs?

The kind that can scream?

"By the way, are you sure you don't plan to treat your wound?" Fanlin said.

"Oh, it's okay," Luna replied, sucking her injured finger while looking up and down at Fanlin, "Are you okay? You and Harry both look worried. I told my father that most people would choose to wear formal gowns to attend the wedding, but my father insisted that they should wear bright-colored clothes like sunshine at the wedding. This is for good luck. I think you can understand."

Very good, very powerful! Luna's thinking jumps are really not something that ordinary people can keep up with.

Fortunately, Hermione is not like this.

After Harry left Luna and her daughter, he saw an elderly witch pulling Ron over. The witch had a hooked nose, red eye circles, and a pink leather hat, which made her look like a grumpy flamingo.

"... Your hair is too long, Ron. If it keeps going like this, I'll mistake you for Ginny soon. My God! What's that dress, Xenophilius? It looks like an omelet. And who are you?" he yelled at Harry.

"Oh...ah...Aunt Muriel, he's just our cousin Barney."

"Another Weasley? You look like a goblin, isn't Harry Potter here? I'd love to meet him, I suppose he's your friend, Ron, or is that just bullshitting?"

"No...he just can't come."

"Well, excuses, aren't you? Not like he looks in the pictures. They told me the bride's tiara would be a perfect match for mine," Aunt Muriel yelled at Harry, "It was made by goblins, you know, and has been in our family for centuries. She's a very pretty girl, but still, she's French. Well, well, find me a good seat, Ron, I'm 70, I can't stand for long."

Ron gave Harry a meaningful look as he passed by, and then disappeared. The next time they met at the entrance, Harry was looking for a seat with a large group of guests. The tent was almost full by now, and outside, for the first time, there were no guests queuing to enter.

"Aunt Muriel is a nightmare," Ron said, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "She used to come every Christmas, but then, thank God, she was attacked because Fred and George threw a dung bomb behind her chair at dinner. Dad kept saying that Aunt Muriel was disappointed in them... But the fact is that they are now becoming the richest people in the family, and they will become the pillars of the family, which is something none of us can catch up with. To be honest, sometimes I really envy Fred and George. The things they developed with Vanlin, before this, I couldn't even think about it..." (To be continued)