Chapter 596 A Wedding

Although Harry claimed that there was nothing he needed help with, some inexplicable tasks appeared out of nowhere in the afternoon and were entrusted to the idle boys.

The sound of the rushing water was like waves hitting the reef, fine and crisp.

Loren waved his wand lightly, watching the magic rolling up the waves to wash the silverware, waiting for the metallic luster to reappear, and then sending them to the next process, where Harry and Ron sorted them and neatly stacked them in the cupboard.

"The deep-bottomed wavy ones are used for thick soup."

"The flat-bottomed ones with patterns are used for braised beef."

"..."

The mumbling sound came from the slightly pursed lips. Harry and Ron looked solemn, and their hands kept turning over, but they still couldn't keep up with Loren's speed in washing the dishes. They could only watch in despair as the pile of dishes piled up into a shaky and dangerous building.

Mrs. Weasley strictly stipulated the use of each plate, and checking the patterns and sorting them greatly slowed down the placement speed.

Loren slowed down his movements a little, waiting for the two to dismantle the dangerous building in front of them, leaving some time to pay attention to the situation upstairs.

The ladies were gathering in the living room on the second floor, planning for the bride's makeup. Unfortunately, the bride's wedding dress had been customized a long time ago, so they could only use their magic on some details of the hairstyle and blush.

There is no need to worry, whether wizards or Muggles, women always have the same aesthetics.

"Wrap the appetizers in kraft paper and put them in the wooden basket..."

Loren silently enjoyed the leisure time he got from fishing, his heart was calm and there were no waves. The small mouth at the bottom of the pool seemed to be sucking, making kiss-like sounds. Loren stood opposite the marble fireplace, the warm fire warmed the back of his body, looking at the fire coming from behind, his shadow swayed lightly, his movements were not stagnant, and he was smooth and smooth like a bystander.

At this moment, a brisk footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the stairs, and the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden steps interrupted Loren's wanton thoughts.

The compound floral and fruity perfume was fragrant, and it was obviously a Muggle chemical product, which was incompatible with the wizard atmosphere of this mansion.

Loren thought so subconsciously, and turned to look at the stairs, and saw a lady in a pure white fluffy wedding dress approaching.

Her dark hair was tied into a ball bun, and her brilliance was restrained against the background of the sky blue feather headdress and the gem-studded headband. Her wrists and calves were not slender, nor did she have a plump charm, but there were traces of physical labor, which were inconspicuous but very clear. Her face was white, her expression was gentle, her neck was not curvy, and her chest was not tall and plump. If there was anything worthy of praise, it was probably her resolute and bright eyes.

This lady exuded an elegant temperament, but Loren would rather praise her tenacity.

She was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and there was no trace of magic flowing on her body. She was a complete Muggle.

Loren had never seen her before, but he could recognize her at a glance. This lady was the family of the victims of the Hampshire bombing fifteen years ago, and the protagonist of this wedding.

"Ms. Carver, Loren Morgan greets you." Loren smiled politely, like an ordinary underage wizard attending a wedding, "I am Harry's classmate."

The bride with exquisite makeup and hair walked into the basement kitchen, and her meaningful eyes were also exploring the little wizard. As the owner of a grocery store, her years of work experience not only increased her physical strength, but also trained her eyesight.

The slender wooden stick, the coat made of precious materials and exquisite workmanship, the exposed collar of the pure woolen sweater, the calmness when he took the initiative to introduce himself and greet, and the demeanor inadvertently revealed between his eyebrows were all introducing to her:

This little wizard who was born in Muggle, lost both parents, and had the same experience as herself lived a wealthy life and had a mature mind.

As her eyes wandered, the bride who ran downstairs from the dressing table noticed that the splashing water in the pool next to her had not stopped until now. The silver plates floated up smoothly one by one, and piled up higher and higher beside Harry and Ron. She was silent for a moment and met those eyes.

"You can call me Betty, Sirius's fiancée." Betty spoke slowly and evenly, "I want to talk to you... about Sirius, about us, and about the accident fifteen years ago."

"You and I?" Loren was a little surprised, "This shouldn't be Sirius's intention. Is it an idea you came up with on the spur of the moment? It seems that you ran down from upstairs..."

"Well... I think Sirius will agree with me doing this." Betty paused, but soon convinced herself, "Just ten minutes... five minutes is okay, we can go to the backyard to get some fresh air, George and Fred have already cleared the snow."

"If it's the bride's sincere invitation..." Loren shrugged his shoulders, stagnating the turbulent water behind him.

Seeing the two of them going upstairs together, Harry and Ron, who had no chance to interrupt, opened their eyes wide: "Wait, Loren, how could you--"

Before he could vent his doubts, the plates and dishes stacked high beside him began to shake and tremble, and the clinking sound scared the two of them and they immediately shushed and hurried to hold on.

The two people who were bound by the tableware looked at each other, saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, sighed, and continued to divide according to the plates and dishes.

Not only was the snow in the backyard cleared, but there were also more than 20 groups of bright flowers, decorated with thin snow gauze, as if in a fairy tale world, and a thin layer of ice crust formed on the marble floor, which was not frozen hard, so it would not make people slip. When they stepped on it, there was a subtle and crisp sound of ice breaking.

A trace of regret flashed across Betty Carver's face. She probably didn't expect that her current attire was not cold-resistant at all. Her exposed skin was wrinkled, and her hands folded together unnaturally. She took a while to adapt before speaking: "I...fifteen years ago..."

"Wait a moment, Ms. Carver..."

Loren stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the gap between the two, causing a transparent ripple to appear. The ripples left a thin film in the distorted space, covering Betty like soap bubbles. Among them, it isolates the cold wind from the outside world, but does not hinder the circulation of fresh air.

Betty was stunned by this hand. Although she was not a wizard, after getting along with her for a while, she also had a basic understanding of the wizard's abilities. It was absolutely not right to just insulate her from the cold without chanting a spell or waving a wand. Normal wizards can do it.

The sound of high heels crushing ice shells brought Betty back to her senses. She took a deep look at the boy next to her, and her voice spread in the snow: "Carver is my husband's surname, and that day happened to be fifteen years ago. It was the weekend, and I originally planned to ask him to mow the lawn in front of the house, but he went out very early to sell his worthless gadgets..."

Loren slowed her pace considering she was wearing high heels, thinking he was a thoughtful gentleman.

Smoke slowly drifted from the Christmas tree in the backyard. I heard that this tree was previously blocked in front of the curtain in the foyer. Sirius moved it over in order to chat with his mother. I don’t know if he regrets it now...

I wonder when Hermione will take a walk in the snow with him?

Oh, yesterday.

I wonder when Hermione will wear high heels?

I wonder when Hermione will wear a wedding dress...

"...It's been like this all these years." Betty's story came to an end, "I once complained about Sirius, and even hated you wizards because of it, but watching Sirius help Marjorie prepare Halloween clothes, Seeing their smiles made me feel relieved.”

Loren seemed to be thinking, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "It's not a story of great literary value."

Betty's eyebrows knitted together, she looked at Loren in surprise, and couldn't help but explain: "I mean-"

"It is to show that Sirius Black has realized his mistakes, to persuade me to cherish my current life, and to enlighten me not to indulge in the sorrow of the past..."

Loren finished speaking a long list of contents calmly, paused, and looked at the bride to be married inquiringly: "But what does your experience have to do with me, and what does Sirius Black's thoughts have to do with me? , What does it have to do with you what I think and do?”

Betty was a little stunned.

After Loren said this, he shook his head and walked back.

"You people are so weird, you act like you know me better than I know myself."

Because he no longer had to match the speed of high heels, Loren's steps were light and quick, and he quickly disappeared behind the door leading to the backyard.

…

The day before the wedding, the decoration in the castle was even more gorgeous and dazzling.

Percy chased George and Fred up and down the stairs because they had mixed their truant candy into the banquet sweets.

Not only the bride and groom, but also everyone else had to dress up. Mrs. Weasley asked them to dress up first to avoid making a fool of themselves tomorrow.

Sometimes his tie was crooked, and sometimes his hair was disheveled. What made Harry most angry was that Ginny actually said that the color of his glasses did not match the color of his clothes...

So the boys began to revise and organize in front of the mirror over and over again.

Girls have even more trouble. Their curly hair is combed into bunches, made smooth and shiny with magic potion, and hangs down smoothly. When they put on their little satin dresses and tightened their long belts, Wear long lace gloves...

Loren and Harry moved a small stool and sat at the door of the living room, looking eagerly at the girl they loved dressed up, wearing a satin dress, a belt outlining the graceful curves, with carefully made hair, wearing a pair of shoes that were not suitable for them. She walked with restrained steps, shyly and expectantly enjoying the praises of adults.

Marjorie is very interested in the magic potion on her head, and she always twists her bun, causing Betty to slap her.

A mother who raises her daughter alone cannot always teach her children with fairy tales and philosophy.

December 28th, the wedding day.

Loren got up quite early, opened the window, and the cold sober air completely cleared his mind.

Fairies were flying on the Christmas tree in the backyard, casting sparkling lights. Roses were in full bloom, with branches sticking out of the wall. Hibiscus flowers were as red as butter and were not dull, blooming luxuriantly, with long blue strands. The irises droop delicately.

After tying his tie meticulously, his clothes were as smooth as if they were spliced ​​together by wooden boards, he put on matching socks, and made sure his hair was combed smoothly without any stubble, Loren opened the door and went out.

When Loren came downstairs, he saw Hermione, Ginny and Marjorie sitting quietly on small chairs, with their lips pursed and serious expressions on their faces. It looked like they had finished dressing up very early, for fear of getting wrinkled. Their solemn and serious expressions were simply Like a certain current professor of Transfiguration.

Loren bowed slightly and saluted Hermione: "Dear Professor Granger, can you please dance?"

"Pfft!" Marjorie was the first to burst into laughter, followed closely by Ginny.

Hermione also had a smile on her lips, rolled her eyes at him, put her hand on his arm, and carefully lifted up the hem of her skirt with her other hand. She stood up and got used to the high heels before taking steps.

"Why are you so reserved? Didn't you wear it at the Christmas ball?"

"The shoes I wore that day weren't that high, and the skirt was wrinkled..."

"I don't like what you said, I advise you to take it back."

"..."

The two chandeliers in the entrance hall and the magic candles floating in the air were all lit up. The gold thread embroidery on the golden wall cloth was shining with golden light. The gilded statues and candlesticks, the stone slabs on the ground, the carpets, the curtains in front of the portraits, and the black family tree were all bathed in light.

The fireplaces dyed with floo powder were shining with green light. Sometimes the ladies dressed up lifted their skirts, and sometimes the men took off their wizard hats or black hats and walked into the old house.

Kreacher was not afraid of the firelight and stood in front of the fireplace, his special dress shining.

Although neither the man nor the woman had many relatives or friends, they came together with the Order of the Phoenix, so there were quite a few guests.

Most of the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the living room, holding high-heeled glasses filled with champagne and talking softly to each other. Occasionally, there was a one-eyed cripple whose voice was not so polite, and occasionally a red-haired man with strange clothes and a witch with an unusually beautiful but strange accent attracted attention. Occasionally, a half-blood giant bumped into a house elf holding wine in the dark and caused an exclamation...

Fortunately, most male wizards were willing to pay attention to their words and deeds in front of the beautiful things such as brocade skirts with rings, satin wide dresses, and lace ribbons on the ladies.

In general, the order at the scene was relatively stable.

Next to the curtain that sealed the portrait, Dumbledore wore a brand new golden robe, a small lady's felt hat, and a white rose from the backyard on his chest, looking at the guests with a smile.

As if he noticed the gaze on the stairs, he looked up and saw the little wizard with black hair and black eyes. He smiled and blinked at Loren.

A long and lingering sound of a copper bell rang out, drowning out the noise in the auditorium and bringing silence to the venue.

A moment later, the curtain rose, and Sirius and Lupin appeared in front of everyone, standing on a slightly higher platform. They were wearing expensive black suits, which showed off their not-so-tall but very stiff figures. Sirius' eyebrows and beard were carefully trimmed, showing a different demeanor from usual.

He was no longer the playboy he once was.

Many older wizards sighed in their hearts.

As cheers rang out, Marjorie walked down the stairs slowly with Betty, and her wedding dress sparkled under the candlelight.