Chapter 1,243

"Hey, it's a great day today." From a distance, watching Hermione coming over, Fan Lin sighed again sincerely.

This was not the first time he had seen her, but the bright and beautiful Hermione always gave people a different feeling, didn't she?

"Same as always," Hermione replied with a smile. She wore a light lavender dress with a pair of high heels. Like the last Christmas party, her hair was also very smooth.

"By the way, Ron, your aunt Muriel doesn't agree with me. I saw her when he was putting a crown on Fleur upstairs just now. She said in an exaggerated voice: 'Oh, dear, you are actually a Muggle?'; and 'What a bad manners and skin';."

"Don't pay attention to that old guy. She is so unreasonable to everyone." Ron said.

"Maybe we can consider not inviting her next time." Fan Lin considered it seriously.

"I'm not that stingy!" Hermione pouted, "Besides, you are..."

"Plan ahead, we can make a list."

"So, you two..." Harry was a little speechless, what is this, getting married?

Although this is all foreseeable, but it is on the agenda now?

Hermione blushed, and now it seems to be true...

"I hope that I will be on the list..." George interrupted from a distance, he and Fred just walked out of the tent, "You were just discussing my aunt, she just told me that my ears are unbalanced now, that old bat, I really hope Uncle Billy is still alive, he will definitely make the wedding more interesting."

"Isn't he said to have died suddenly four years ago?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, his death is indeed a bit inexplicable." George admitted.

"But he was always the focus and joke of the party during his lifetime," Fred added, "He once drank a whole bottle of fire whiskey in one breath, then ran to the dance floor, lifted up his robe, and conjured up bunches of flowers. You would never guess that the place where the flowers came out was actually his..."

"Oh, it sounds like a prince charming," Hermione said, hinting at Flin with her eyes wildly, and Harry beside him had already laughed out loud.

As for Flin, there is no doubt that the place Fred mentioned...

If a few bunches of roses were placed, it would definitely be a very exciting thing.

"A man with a lot of ideas..." Flin said, squeezing towards Hermione, and then being rolled his eyes by Hermione.

"But he has never been married, for some reason," Ron added.

"It's incredible," Hermione said. When they were chatting lively, no one noticed that a guest was late. The man with black hair, hooked nose and thick eyebrows came over and showed the wedding invitation to Fanlin, while looking at Hermione on the other side, and said in broken English, "You look good."

"Viktor!" Hermione screamed in surprise, and the pocket bag in her hand fell to the ground, making a loud noise that was very inconsistent with its small size. She blushed and picked up the bag awkwardly, "I really didn't expect you to come... Of course... I'm glad to see you... How are you recently?"

"Not bad!" Krum said, and then turned his eyes to Fanlin.

"Nice to meet you, Krum." Fanlin realized the person in front of him, "So, how did you..."

"Fleur invited me here." Krum raised his eyebrows and answered.

"To be honest, this surprises me..." Vanlin said indifferently. Seeing his current girlfriend's former suitor, Vanlin should have felt a little nervous, but now...

"In fact, I was also quite surprised, of course, and you..." Krum narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry... But I want to..."

"I'll take you in!" Harry quickly said, agreeing to the guests that Vanlin was originally responsible for.

...

"They seem surprised to see me." Krum followed Harry into the tent and asked, "Are you a relative of Weasley?" He noticed Harry's red hair.

"I'm Ron's cousin," Harry muttered, but Krum didn't seem to listen at all.

Krum's appearance at the scene caused a small commotion, especially among the Veela cousins: after all, he was a Quidditch star. Many people stretched their necks to see him, and Ron, Vanlin, Hermione, Fred and George followed.

"It's almost time to enter," Fred said to Vanlin, "maybe we should go to the newcomers."

Harry, Ron, Vanlin and Hermione sat in the second row behind Fred and George.

Hermione looked very unnatural. Krum's appearance broke Hermione's usual naturalness. After all, he was once one of the strong suitors.

"So..."

"So..." Hermione felt Vanlin's hot breath blowing in her ears, which was a little itchy. Normally Hermione would refuse, but now that kind of awkward mood...

"So, what are you worried about, my Miss Granger!"

"I'm not, I didn't... Don't talk nonsense..."

"I'm talking nonsense, you're not natural at all." Vanlin patted Hermione's forehead affectionately, "Relax, it's just an old friend..."

"Oh, yes..." Hermione looked at Vanlin nervously, "So you..."

"Do you think I will doubt you?" Fan Lin asked in a funny tone.

"I...I just feel a little bit..." Hermione looked a little shy. It felt like a shameful thing done by a young and ignorant person in front of important people in the future...

"Maybe you can change it in another way...for example..." Fan Lin smiled and moved closer to Hermione's ear, and then the roots of Hermione's ears became redder and redder...

"You...don't go too far..."

...

The atmosphere in the tent was very solemn. Suddenly, this calm atmosphere was broken by a burst of excited chatter and laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked over from the aisle, smiling and greeting their relatives and friends. Mrs. Weasley was wearing a purple dress. The clothes on the head are also very well-matched.

Afterwards, Bill and Charlie stood at the front of the auditorium in formal attire, with a large snow-white rose on their chests. Fred whistled excitedly, and the Veelas burst into giggles. As the sound of ritual music that seemed to float from those golden balloons grew louder, the scene became quiet again.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, turning around in her seat and looking towards the entrance. As Mr. Delacour entered with Fleur on his arm, the crowd burst into cheers. Fleur looked at ease, while Mr. Delacour beamed with joy. Furong was wearing a simple white dress, but she exuded an extremely charming charm. In contrast, the style of everyone around her was completely obscured by her. Today, Furong's beauty made everyone fall in love. Ginny and Gabrielle followed closely next to Fleur, both wearing golden dresses and looking even more stunning than usual.

Fleur extended her hand to Bill, who was as energetic as he had never seen Fenrir Greyback before.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a slightly singing voice sounded, and Fanlin saw a little wizard with disheveled hair...the wizard who presided over Dumbledore's funeral appeared in front of Bill and Fleur. "Today we are gathered together to witness the God-given marriage between the two newlyweds..."

"Indeed, my tiara made the whole wedding more perfect," Aunt Muriel whispered, "but I must say, Ginny's dress is not very appropriate."

Ginny secretly turned to Harry, smiled slightly, and then immediately turned back to the front. Harry's thoughts immediately slipped away from the wedding and drifted to the afternoon alone with Ginny in the school playground. However, it seemed that it had been a long time ago, and it was so happy that it felt unreal, as if he had never A small piece of happiness stolen from someone else...a normal person, someone without a lightning scar on his forehead...

"Okay, William Arthur, please join hands with Fleur Isabella..." In the front row, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour's handkerchiefs were already soaked with tears of happiness, as if they were blowing trumpets. Sniffles also sounded in the back row. No need to ask, Hagrid had already taken out his iconic tablecloth-sized handkerchief and started sobbing, and Hermione beside Fan Lin had already burst into tears.

"...Now, I declare you officially married." The disheveled officiant waved his magic wand over Bill and Fleur's heads, and magical little silver stars rose and hovered around them, following the lead of George and Fred. There was a round of applause, the golden balloons exploded one after another, turning into happy birds and golden wall clocks floating in the air, and beautiful music sounded immediately.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the emcee said again, "he expressed his heartfelt admiration.

"We should go over and congratulate them," Hermione said. She stood on tiptoes and looked at Bill and Fleur, who were surrounded by well-wishers, with an envious expression on her face.

Every girl has a fantasy about her wedding, right?

"If there is a chance, we can wait a little." Fan Lin said, taking four glasses of butter beer.

"Oh, well..." Hermione said, "I'm a little envious of Fleur..."

"So, we can hire his sister..."

"Gabriel?" Harry was confused, "What are you doing?"

"Being the bridesmaid, of course, and Ginny!" Fan Lin said without thinking.

"Who said..." Hermione's voice became smaller and smaller. Harry could definitely tell that Hermione was thinking about the wedding...

"Let's go and clean up for a while. It will be our turn for a long time."

In fact, most of the seats here were already occupied. There was only one empty table, and Luna sat alone next to it.

Luna always has this kind of clearing effect. After all, 90% of people can't keep up with Luna's thinking...

"Do you mind if we sit here?" Fan Lin asked.

"Of course," Luna replied happily, "Dad ran to give gifts to Bill and Fleur."

"What gift? It won't be free supply of Gordigan for life, right?" Ron asked.

"That would be a nice gift." Fan Lin said, "Speaking of which, Luna, you should..."

"What should it be?" Luna was a little confused.

"It's nothing, I mean, this is good!" Fan Lin looked at Luna steadily and said, "It's really a pity that Neville is not here."

Not long after, the dance music started, and Mr. and Mrs. Bill stepped onto the dance floor amidst applause and began to lead the dance. Later, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. and Mrs. Delacour also began to join in.

"I like this song," Luna said. She swayed to the rhythm for a while. Then she got up and walked to the dance floor. She closed her eyes, danced her arms, and danced by herself.

"She's really great, isn't she," Ron said admiringly, "She always feels so good about herself!"

"At least there will be no worries this way." Fan Lin said, "Maybe we don't understand Luna's worries."

"Sorry to disturb you!" A familiar voice sounded from Fan Lin's ears.

Viktor Krum sat on the empty seat left by Luna, which made Hermione, who had been relaxed, look awkward and nervous again, but this time Krum didn't come to chat with her, he just He asked angrily: "Who is that man in yellow clothes?"

"Xenonferrius Lovegood is the father of our friend," Fan Lin said without thinking, and then glanced at the nervous Hermione, "Let's go dancing."

This made Krum a little angry, and Fanlin completely ignored him.

"Okay!" Hermione looked very happy, after all, no one wanted to make themselves uncomfortable.

"For other questions, you can ask my friends." Fan Lin pointed at Harry, then slid onto the dance floor with Hermione's waist, and gave Hermione a light peck on the lips.

"So, are they together now?" Krum asked irritably.

"Well... hasn't it always been like this," Harry replied awkwardly, "If you still want to know anything, I can tell you that they live together now..."

"Living together?" Krum raised his voice, staring at Hermione on the dance floor, "So, they plan to..."

"I advise you to stay in peace..." Harry persuaded kindly. He still had a good impression of Krum. As for Hermione's status to Fanlin...

Harry felt sure that if Krum was going to pester him, Fanlin might completely make him lose some abilities, such as movement, or...

"So... who are you?" Krum raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Barney Weasley" they shook hands.

"Nan Bani, are you familiar with that Logufed?"

"I'm not familiar with him. I only met him today. What's wrong?"

Krum looked through the drink in front of him and stared at Sino Feli who was chatting happily with others on the dance floor.

"That's because..." Krum said, "If he hadn't been Fleur's guest, I would have killed him long ago because I found that hateful symbol on his chest."

"Sign?" Harry also turned to look at Xenonferius, paying attention to the strange triangular eye mark on his chest, "What's going on? Is there something wrong?"

"Greenwald, that's Greenwald's sign"

"Grindelwald...the dark wizard who was defeated by Dumbledore?"

"That's right." Krum's jaw muscles tightened, and then he said, "Grindelwald killed many people, including my grandfather. Of course, to people today, his terror may have long been Forgotten. They said he was afraid of Dumbledore... Indeed, look at how he died. But this," he pointed at Xenonferrius, "was his mark, and I will never. Will forget: Grindelwald had it carved on a wall in Durmstrang when he was a child. Many children copied this mark on their clothes in school books to look cool, but Grindelwald harmed their families. It's not cool anymore."

Krum pinched his knuckles while staring at Xenonferius. Harry found it a bit incredible. Luna's father could actually be a supporter of dark magic?

But others present didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this triangular symbol.

"You're really... um... convinced that's Grindelwald's..."

"It's unmistakable," Krum replied coldly, "I grew up seeing this sign, so there's no way I can remember it wrong."

"Okay, but there's another possibility," said Harry, "that Xenonferius simply doesn't understand the special meaning of that symbol. I mean, the Lovegoods are really... It's unusual, he probably just got that thing by chance somewhere and just thought of it as a side view of a Snorlax's head or something." (To be continued)