Chapter 1052 ? My Cousin Is Here
At this time, Harris Manor was full of guests. According to the reply to the previous invitation letter, the wedding will be witnessed by at least 300 guests. Except for the relatives of Harris and Delacour who are about to be married, people from all walks of life in the magic world Gathered here, from the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, the patriarchs of pure-blood families who intend to move closer to the Harris family, to professors and students like Hogwarts, all gathered here.
Those wizards in blue ancient robes pinched the seating chart and led these wizards in different and gorgeous dresses through the manor, helping guide the guests to sit in the appropriate seats. The waiters dressed in white French-style waiters promptly delivered plate after plate of small snacks and refreshing and attractive drinks in summer, providing guests with something to fill their stomachs before dinner.
Guests will enjoy a variety of delicacies carefully prepared by the top wizard chefs today. The variety is rich enough to cater for the tastes of most guests-between the current location, Harris’ hometown and the country of the bride’s family, today The themes of the dishes come from these three countries.
The reconstituted Leprechauns have taken to the stage, and a fat Sirius Black-like Bodeman is crooning, his lute belching a stream of smoky images to accompany his lyrics. A variety of pictures were presented, and the style was somewhat conservative for young people, but sweet enough, joyful and happy.
Some milder magical creatures such as unicorns and birds and snakes also run around in the garden, or hide in teacups and play friendly pranks on some guests.
Hermione appeared at the gate of Harris Manor, arm in arm with her parents, and they were picked up by the magic car of the Umbrella Group. Today's Hermione is dressed very generously and elegantly, wearing a red dress and her hair is elegantly combed, but she will not steal the bride's demeanor at all.
Guided by the wizard who was actually a clergyman, the Granger family stepped on a thick purple carpet and walked towards the wedding hall where the wedding ceremony was held in the main hall of the manor.
After entering the house, the auditorium that was temporarily cast with the No Trace Stretching Charm and the benches that were temporarily arranged in a circle made the Grangers feel that this wedding scene was more like their Muggle church than it was. Like the Senate of Congress.
The whole house is decorated with blue and white brocade to give people a sense of family history. In order to make this wedding look more high-standard and magnificent, Owen, who is like a small nouveau riche, even exhibited some The magical treasures collected in the family have displayed them all—in fact, even a small part actually came from the Black family.
There are already many wizards hanging around these walls, not only looking at the magical objects, but also communicating with the many magical portraits hand-painted by ancient wizards on the walls, such as the portraits of the former headmasters of Hogwarts The presence of Helga Hufflepuff didn't surprise them, but the presence of Helga Hufflepuff on it was a big deal - especially after Lady Rowena Ravenclaw was shown to have survived in some higher way and with Harris No one would doubt the authenticity of this portrait.
Professor Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff at Hogwarts School, who came to the wedding, was particularly excited. If it weren't for the existence of the ghost knights and giants guarding the portrait of the treasure, she probably would have started directly instead of just Constantly yelling and trying to invite her founder to also leave a painting in the Hufflepuff common room.
At this time, at the gate of Harris Manor, three brightly colored figures appeared out of thin air after a burst of black mist. They had just captured the attention of photographers and the love of cameras as soon as they were brought into the manor. These young faces had amazing Beautiful, several of the witches were clearly of Veela blood,
Long silver hair flutters behind her head even without wind, her skin is as bright and soft as the moon, strange flowers and magical birds are trembling on the hats of witches, and precious gems are shining on the bow ties of many wizards glow.
These witches were still chattering outside the manor, but when they entered the manor, seeing so many reporters and cameras, they became quiet instead, and walked lightly through the garden, following the blue robes. The wizard's footsteps walked along the purple carpet to the wedding hall.
Daisy, who also dressed up well today, was about to go over to greet him, but she noticed that Lun beside him seemed to be a little out of his mind because of the characteristics of the other party's blood. Her eyes shifted, and Daisy pointed her brother in the direction of the group of witches. After a push, he said with a smile: "Cousin is here! Lun, those silver-haired ones should be our new Veela cousins... Hermione and their mother will welcome them, but I think they may need someone to help them understand British customs , Lun, go and look after them for me, I have to wait for Tonks here."
Fascinated by Daisy's sudden movement, Lun blushed. He raised his arms involuntarily to straighten his bow tie. He unconsciously took two steps forward, but stopped timidly. , He hesitated and said: "What should I tell them? Maybe they will be interested in those weird cases I have tried?"
"Don't! You know that these French guys often think that we are too conservative... You should be humorous, you know that their self-proclaimed sense of humor is actually quite rude and vulgar to us..." Daisy gave advice to her brother in a serious manner , and then suddenly turned her eyes, "Oh, pay attention, Fu Rong seems to have told her mother that these cousins are not very good at English."
Lun's fingertips were scratching at the palms of his clenched fists, but he didn't look at the Veeva cousins any more, so he regained his sanity. At this time, his expression returned to the usual calm and self-sufficient demeanor of a professional elite, "Daisy, You are in charge of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, you must be good at French, so you should go."
"I don't want to entertain her cousin." Daisy folded her arms across her chest. She forcibly suppressed the urge to laugh, snorted seriously, and raised her chin and said, "I teach You can say a few words, they can still understand the general English."
After finishing speaking, Daisy whispered to Lun. After learning a few words of French, Lun silently recited a few sentences and memorized the pronunciation with good memory. It seemed that he felt that he was a little too active, and Lun was a little embarrassed. Coughing twice, his eyes fixed on the Veela cousins not far away, he pulled his suit and dress, and walked over with his head held high.
The French girls were chatting and laughing softly. When they saw Lun approaching, they looked at him curiously and greeted him enthusiastically: "Bonjour (French for Bonjour)?"
Lun was tall and straight, with a confident smile on his handsome face, looked at them, and said in French friendly but badly: "Auntie, happy new year! You are my uncle, I am you grandson!"
The smiles of the beautiful girls suddenly froze on their faces, and they stared at Lun with some doubts and disbelief, and the windless and automatic hair on their heads also stopped.
Although Lun was surprised by the other party's reaction, he still imitated the few French sentences he had just memorized temporarily, and continued to speak the so-called French in the tone that Daisy taught him: "Well... please allow me I introduce to you...I am Lun Harris and you are my great aunt...I am your grandson."
"Cousin Lun...you understand what I'm saying." The tallest silver-haired girl covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled coquettishly with a very pure London accent that is even more standard than Furong's, "But cousin, you are confused by your seniority." , if I were your aunt, you would be my nephew, no matter what, you can’t be my grandson.” (Author’s Note: In fact, you can think about Jiang Wen’s use of this sentence in Tangshan accent, the effect is better.)
"Ahahaha, Cousin Len, you don't know French, have you been tricked by some villain?" A silver curly-haired girl trembled with laughter—although this girl's accent was the same as that of Fleur's, it was still completely convincing. Lun understood clearly.
The last Veela cousin with long hair parted in the middle and a headband raised her hand generously, and gently pulled Len, who knew Daisy had been tricked but was completely at a loss for a moment, to sit on her Next to her, she then said to Lun softly in fluent English: "Cousin Lun, what French did that scoundrel teach you? Let us tell you the difference."
I don't know whether it was Daisy's joke that really helped Lun get closer to each other, or the silver-haired girls were more enthusiastic by nature, anyway, at this time, Lun was indeed surrounded by mixed-race Veevas chattering.