Chapter 763 Attending the Wedding

There was a soft click and the metal lock cylinder rotated.

Then the door was pushed open and two figures appeared at the door.

Grandpa Bates took off the key unhurriedly and put it on the cabinet behind the door. He walked slowly in with his legs, muttering some awkward lines from Shakespeare, looking leisurely and comfortable.

"Grandpa Bates."

"Loren."

Bates raised his eyes to look at the person sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but smile, and his steps became a little more brisk.

"Mr. Morgan!"

The short and thin figure next to him was faster and rushed towards Loren in excitement.

The elf stood in front of the sofa. He stopped suddenly while running quickly. His center of gravity was unstable, causing him to stagger a little when he stopped. He took off the sunglasses and newsboy cap that obscured his face, wiped his face randomly, and looked excited:

"Mr. Morgan, you are finally back!"

"There were some unforeseen circumstances that delayed it for a few more weeks."

Loren looked at his attire with great interest. From head to toe, it looked like the children's clothes on the children's plastic mannequins in the shopping mall window. It looked quite decent. He couldn't help but nodded: "It seems that I have learned a lot in the past few weeks. ”

"It's all Mr. Bates' help. Mr. Bates took Xiaomai to shopping malls, watch movies, and learn about the order of Muggle society. Xiaomai is very grateful to Mr. Bates!"

"You seem to be living a comfortable life. If you leak the information and violate the secrecy law, the Aurors will investigate and ask you two to appeal to the Ministry of Magic."

Mai lowered her head in shame.

Crookshanks and Hanhan were lying on the sofa pillows, blinking at them.

"Well……"

Bates pondered for a moment, thought for a moment, and said in a high and strange tone: "A person who thinks too much will lose the joy of being a human being."

"Yo, lines from The Merchant of Venice."

Bates nodded reservedly and raised his chin: "Young people are an unfettered hare. They will jump over the rational barriers set up by the elderly."

“Who is young and who is old?”

"Youth and oldness are relative. Although my body is old, my mind is still very young. Although your body is young, it's a pity..." Bates paused at the right moment and looked Loren up and down, with regret in his eyes. .

"..."

Loren was silent for a moment: "I won't do your share of the barbecue tomorrow!"

"Look at you, if you can't refute, then you're just lying."

Bates passed by humming a light tune, picked up Crookshanks, and took it upstairs to wash up. Maybe it was because he won Loren in the lottery, or maybe because the child came home from a long trip, but he was in a particularly happy mood.

Mai watched him go upstairs with her huge eyes open.

Loren was too lazy to argue with the old man and turned to look at Xiaomai: "How are you? After staying in Muggle society for half a month, do you have any insights?"

The elf showed a thoughtful expression, organizing words and thoughts while speaking slowly: "Technology is as magical as magic, even greater. Anyone can use electrical appliances without talent, so Muggle society is better than wizards." Society needs to be more developed..."

"This is the concept of productivity in the book. The wizard's productivity is also very powerful, but the production relations are not suitable and it is not fully utilized at the moment."

"That's it..."

"This is just my personal narrow analysis. Those philosophical theories are put forward by ordinary people who don't know magic. They are not completely applicable to the magic world and cannot be applied mechanically. If you want to do something in the future, you cannot mechanically apply them. You can only Let’s explore and analyze the specific situation.”

"Concrete analysis of specific situations..."

Xiaomai nodded thoughtfully, still frowning, and the experiences and insights accumulated in his mind over the past few weeks became complicated again.

"The werewolf project of MACUSA is progressing steadily. Their experience can be used as a reference, or you can learn from werewolves appropriately. For a heterogeneous group, they should show corresponding value and should also have the ability to protect themselves...

"Of course you not only have to face wizards, you will also face goblins, Pukechi, and centaurs. From a certain point of view, you were living under the protection of wizards before...

"..."

In the spacious and bright living room, the house elf dressed as a Muggle child listened quietly, his eyes reflecting the light. Although he could not fully understand these knowledge and concepts, he tried his best to remember them all.

Ten minutes later, when Bates finished washing, changed into his pajamas, and walked downstairs, the two little guys on the sofa were already discussing the topic of colonization and war. They chatted about a lot of philosophical concepts, but they were actually very childish.

It can be seen from what happened with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. After all, in the magical world, force is essentially supreme.

Among all magical races, wizards are the most powerful.

"Ahem!"

Bates cleared his throat, shook his head, and recited Shakespeare's lines again: "Don't elves have eyes? Don't elves have limbs, bodies, feelings, emotions, and emotions? Elves eat the same food and are attacked by the same weapons. You can also get injured, get the same disease, the treatment methods are the same, and you have the same feeling of cold in winter and hot in summer. Aren't these the same as wizards..."

"..."

Loren silently wrote down these lines, planning to speak them in front of Hermione at the appropriate time. She would definitely like the tone.

…

After returning from a long trip, I always feel more comfortable in a hot bath at home.

Loren walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, too lazy to use magic. He returned to the bedroom, leaned against the headboard and waited for his hair to dry naturally, brewing sleep, and took out the communicator to count the messages accumulated during this period.

Almost all the messages came from roommates. Neville asked about the battle that night, probably because he was concerned about the Longbottoms, but unfortunately Loren hardly noticed them; Harry asked him if he was also interning at the Magical Congress of the United States, and invited him to travel together.

Then there was a message from Ron, hoping that he would tell Bill and Charlie that the matter was exposed, his mother was angry, and he should return quickly... After a few days, it became an invitation, inviting him and Hermione to attend Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Draco had the most messages.

On the night of the airport ambush, Loren took the time out of his busy schedule to send him a message to inform him, hoping that he could understand the ups and downs of that night, the magnificence of the war, and the joy of celebrating Voldemort's downfall from the exclamation mark.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts did not have a literature class, and Draco seemed unable to interpret it, and kept sending messages.

Reading from top to bottom, the words became shorter and shorter, but the mood became more and more irritable.

At first, he asked patiently and carefully, such as whether the Ministry of Magic had planned any special operations, whether the secret operations of the Aurors were related to the Death Eaters, whether Dumbledore had completely eliminated Voldemort... Later, he began to vent his emotions. After all, he was the heir of the Malfoy family. His words were not so unbearable, but they were also very ungentle. In the end, he became numb, or his mentality gradually calmed down.

Loren could imagine what he looked like at that time through the message.

In the early morning when the night was quiet, Draco thought about the information he had received not long ago.

Although the Ministry of Magic's actions were secretive, the Malfoy family with a deep foundation still caught clues. Various clues showed that the Ministry of Magic was planning a major operation. The only people in the entire magic world who deserved them were Voldemort and the Death Eaters... The message sent to his father never received a reply. Thinking of the ambush information transmitted not long ago, Draco tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

In this solemn and silent night, the communicator suddenly vibrated--

A meaningful exclamation mark!

Loren couldn't help but curl his lips and continued to read.

The following messages came after a while, probably after Lucius Malfoy was sent back home. Draco sent a lot of thank-you messages, thanking on behalf of the Malfoy family and conveying his father's thanks. He sent a lot of random messages.

Loren still read it patiently and then pressed the communicator to reply.

Loren: "."

Then the communicator began to buzz and vibrate to receive messages.

Loren grinned, without even looking at it, and threw the communicator into the pendant.

Fell to sleep.

...

A week later.

Loren and Hermione went to the Burrow.

Outside the village called Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon, England, a huge white tent was set up next to the high-rise building built by magic.

Bill and Fleur's wedding was more grand than expected. A long purple carpet was laid at the entrance of the tent, wild roses and pure white carnations were wrapped around the pillars, and bees and butterflies were lazily flying on the grass and hedges.

A group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden jackets have arrived. The gorgeous fairies are circling around the instruments, shaking off the sparkling white powder.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the two arrived at the Burrow. The Weasley brothers, dressed in their best clothes, were already standing outside the tent in the orchard, holding the seating chart in their hands, waiting for the guests to attend the wedding.

Several people stood in the scorching sun in their dress robes, and they felt stuffy watching them from the side.

"Loren, Hermione, you are here."

George and Fred were listless.

"Is it hot?"

Loren could see that Harry's head was faintly steaming.

"Don't say it..." George pulled the collar of his robe, trying to relieve the stuffiness, "When I get married, I won't do these nasty things."

"Mrs. Weasley won't agree."

"I will give my mother a full body binding spell or a living hell potion to let her sleep until the end of the wedding." Fred said firmly.

"..."

"I really envy you for not having to help."

Harry said weakly, flipping through the seating chart in his hand, and pointed to the front row: "My legs are numb and I have lost all feeling, so I won't take you in. Find a seat by yourself. Here, over there, there is a name tag on the table..."

Just then, a series of air explosions suddenly sounded at the far end of the carpet in the back.

One after another, beautiful figures appeared out of thin air.

This group of witches had pretty faces, exquisite figures, and smooth silver hair shining in the sun. Strange flowers and magical birds trembled on the witches' hats, and precious gems sparkled on many of their bow ties.

After a few minutes, a team was formed and began to meander through the garden and walk towards the big tent.

The group of people got closer and closer to the tent, and the chattering became louder and louder, full of excitement, even drowning out the buzzing of bees.

"Great, I think I saw a few Veela cousins. They need someone to help them understand British customs, I'll take care of them..."

"Hey! You already have Angelina!"

"Let go, don't hold me! Harry and Ron ran to the front!"

"..."

Looking at their agile figures, Loren and Hermione looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Turning around and walking into the tent, it was much cooler inside.

There are traces of magic flashing everywhere. It is not noticeable in the sunny day, but it will bloom with due brilliance at night.

A few clusters of colorful balloons float in the air, and rows of exquisite and delicate golden chairs are placed on both sides. The table is covered with a thick and smooth tablecloth, pure white, embroidered with complex floral patterns, and the leaf patterns at the edge are twisted regularly. If you squint, you can vaguely piece together the cursive letters of Weasley.

There is an enlarged and widened seat in the corner of the back row, and even the backrest is raised and reinforced. One chair is larger than the three or four chairs next to it combined.

"That's the seat prepared for Hagrid, made of beech, and reinforced with magic." The middle-aged wizard at the next table explained, "They tried many kinds of wood, pine, pear, and oak. In the end, my daughter helped us find a thick and heavy beech in the nearby mountains. Mr. Weasley originally planned to weld a chair with steel, and he still has some regrets now."

Loren and Hermione turned their heads to look. They didn't know the wizard before, but they guessed his identity when they saw his dress.

He had a slight cross-eye, messy white hair draped over his shoulders, the braid on his hat hung in front of his nose, and he wore an egg-yellow robe with a dazzling color. A pendant with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows hung around his neck.

"Mr. Lovegood?"

"Strange Loren, smart Hermione, our Luna mentioned you." Xenophilius smiled kindly.

"Is Luna here too?"

"She's in that charming little garden, saying hello to the goblins, or should I call them garden soldiers, they're everywhere, so cute! We can learn a lot from smart goblins, few wizards understand this..."

Hermione nodded and paused: "Small creatures can always give people great inspiration."

"No, I mean the goblin's saliva is magical. If you're bitten by them, you might get unique talents, such as being proficient in opera, or reciting poetry in the language of mermaids"

"..."

Hermione silently put away the idea of ​​talking to Mr. Lovegood.

Everyone in their family is a little weird.

Normal thinking can't communicate.

Loren pursed his lips, suppressed a smile, and turned to look around.

Not far away, a witch dressed like a bad-tempered flamingo was talking to Ron in a swearing manner, muttering that his freckles were getting more and more, and she should be the legendary aunt Muriel.

Harry was entertaining several employees of the Ministry of Magic, and they were smiling as they talked.

George pestered a Delacour veela cousin, making the girl laugh so hard that she shook all over.

More and more guests arrived.

The tent gradually became lively.