HP Magic Biography

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The wedding of Bill and Fleur was on the second day.

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Fanlin, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George all stood on time outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the concierges who came to the ceremony.

This kind of work can only be done by lads like them, but Harry needs to make some changes.

Harry drank a large portion of the compound potion, and now he became a young man with red hair, who looked like the Muggle boy who went to school in the local Ottery San Catchpole.

Of course, Fred cleverly used the flying curse to "borrow" the kid's hair and added it to the potion.

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

Harry's identity is too sensitive, no one can guarantee that all the people attending the wedding can be trusted, and this can also avoid some troubles, right?

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

Far away, the scene was filled with magical blue light smoke, like a fairyland. Behind them, you can see from the entrance of the tent, rows of exquisite golden seats are neatly arranged on both sides of the long purple carpet. And the pillars of the tent are also decorated with colorful flowers.

Fred and George were trying to decorate a bunch of golden balloons over the place where Bill and Fleur were sworn to marriage.

Outside the field, bees and butterflies in twos and threes are leisurely circling and playing in the lawn and bushes.

However, the peace in front of him couldn't offset the lingering anxiety in Harry's heart.

The Muggle boy was fatter than Harry, naturally. In this sunny summer afternoon, the slightly tight tuxedo made Harry feel the sultry weather and anxiety in his heart.

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

"What's the matter?" Fanlin asked, Harry acting unnaturally. Originally he was still immersed in the wizard's decoration of the wedding, but seeing Harry's appearance now, "The dress is too tight? If you know, you should use... …"

"I hope so..." Harry said nonchalantly, then tried to loosen the bow tie with his hands.

"Fanlin, you said... will it be today..."

"Discovered by Death Eaters?" Fanlin said in an interface, "If there is nothing unexpected, there will be some different surprises today. The good things about the Weasley family shouldn't be let go, but when they find out here It’s hard to say, after all we have been preparing for a long time."

"Resist?"

"It's a wedding!" Fanlin smiled, which made Harry a little bit hard to understand, Fanlin was usually too cautious, but now it is.

"Look a little away, after all, it's been a long time without anything beautiful, right?" Fanlin patted his shoulder.

"Ah, when I get married," Fred complained while loosening the collar of his dress. "I will never fix so many annoying rules. You can do whatever you want, just give it to mom. Just use a whole body restraint spell."

"Seriously, my mom did a good job today because Percy didn't show up for a while, but who cares about that idiot?" George said, "Oh, everyone, please be alert. Look, they are here!"

"Come up, Harry!" Ron said tiredly, the job of welcoming guests was not easy to do.

"come on……"

Following the direction of Fanlin’s fingers, many differently dressed figures appeared one after another not far from the side of the venue. Within a few minutes, the team of guests had begun to take shape, and then the crowd began to pass along their respective routes. Orchard, came towards the tent.

Bill has worked in Egypt for a long time. Naturally, there is no surprise 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 Furong?

This silly woman, Furong, has been like being possessed since her trip to Egypt. It's really suitable to be two together.

Exotic flowers and magical birds hovered on the hats of the witches, and the ribbons of the witches shone with the light of various gems. As people’s excited conversation gradually became clear, the previous buzzing sound It was also overwhelmed with the appearance of the crowd.

"Gosh, I swear I saw some Veeva 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 worry, be careful," Fred said, passing straight through a group of middle-aged witches and rushing towards his goal. "Here-can I help the two ladies? (French

Facing a straightforward chat, the beautiful twin sisters giggled and accepted his invitation.

On the other hand, George, who was left behind, had no choice but to receive these middle-aged witches. Ron’s job was to greet Mr. Weasley’s colleagues in the Ministry of Magic. As for Harry and Fanlin, he had to take care of the couple. Deaf old couple.

"Hi!"

When Harry walked out of the tent again, a familiar voice greeted him, Tonks and Lupin appeared in front of him, this time she gave herself a blonde hair, "Arthur told us that the curly hair is you In addition, I’m really sorry about what happened last night."

As Harry led them through the aisle, she added, “The Ministry of Magic is increasingly resistant to the werewolves, so we thought that if we continued to stay there yesterday, it would not do you any good.”

"It's okay, I understand," Harry said as he turned his attention to Lupin. Lupin smiled at him, but when they turned and left Harry, Harry noticed that Lupin's face had turned dark again. He didn't quite understand this, but now he didn't have much time to ponder it.

Hagrid's arrival caused quite a stir. When he was about to take a seat, he misunderstood Fred's instructions and sat down without waiting for his back seat to be cast with a spell to increase reinforcement. As a result, five golden chairs were instantly completed. Sticks and powder. When Fanlin came forward to clean up these destruction sites, Hagrid apologized endlessly to everyone who was willing to listen to him.

"Oh, don't have to be so troublesome, Hagrid..." Fanlin felt a bit of brain pain, and Hagrid was too cautious and panicked. This really didn't fit Hagrid's positioning.

"sorry, I……"

"Sit down, sit down..." Fanlin restored the destroyed site, "Don't be nervous, Hagrid..."

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

"Shenon Felius Lovegood," he introduced himself, reaching out to Harry, "My daughter and I live in the mountains, so it's really good to be invited by the Weasleys. Great, and, I think you should know my daughter Luna?" He turned to Ron and added.

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

"Oh, she's going to stroll around the charming little manor over there and say hello to the goblins, the great little beings! Now few people can realize that we can learn from these clever little things How much can I learn... What's more, we can't even give them a proper name, these tireless gardeners."

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

When Luna appeared, he was walking to the tent with a group of wizards.

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

"Uh... my name is Barry..." Harry replied flusteredly.

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

"Compared to this, Luna, how would you know that he is..." Fanlin didn't finish, but the problem was about to emerge.

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

In fact, Fanlin has always been very good with Luna's senses. Like her father, Luna is also dressed in a bright yellow robe and her hair is still decorated with that exaggerated big sunflower. Maybe it's a natural habit, Fanlin. I didn't think there was anything wrong with Luna's dressing, at least, Luna didn't wear that eye-catching carrot earrings.

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

Shenonferius was enthusiastically chatting with an acquaintance, so he didn't notice Luna and the three of them. It wasn't until after saying goodbye to the other party that she turned around and saw her daughter, and Luna was holding her finger and saying to him: "Dad, look--something went wrong bit me."

"It's amazing! You know, the saliva of the goblin is very good." Mr. Logofud grabbed Luna's outstretched finger, and said while examining the wound, "Luna, my baby, if you are today If you feel that you have an unprecedented urge to sing an opera or recite like a mermaid, don’t restrain yourself. I bet you will become a magical gift from goblins to us."

...

Neuropathy is contagious...

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

Ron turned his head, coughing loudly with his back to the father and daughter.

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

"Really?" Fanlin asked incredulously. Since he was not sure whether he should challenge Luna and his daughter's weird point of view, the voice of this sentence was very long.

"Of course, my father does research on goblin magic, and the saliva of the goblin does have an effect."

"For example, the blessing of the goblin?" Fanlin said, looking at Luna's swearing expression, Fanlin always has a kind of, although I don't believe it, I can't bear to hurt you.

Why did you believe it?

Study the magic of goblins?

These little things are not a race that used to coexist with elves and dwarves in ancient times, and now goblins are just some later evolved... Marmots?

What kind of call it?

"Speaking of which, are you sure you don't plan to do anything to your wound?" Fanlin said.

"Oh, it's okay," Luna replied. While sucking on her injured finger, she looked up and down Fanlin. "You are okay, you and Harry are both, they seem to be worried, I told my dad. People often choose to wear dresses and gowns to attend the wedding, but my father insists that bright and sunny clothes should be worn at the wedding. This is for good luck. I think you can understand."

very good, very powerful! Luna's thinking jump is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Fortunately, Hermione is not like that.

And after Harry left Luna and his daughter, he saw an elderly witch pulling Ron over. The witch had a hooked nose, red eyes, and pink leather. The hat made her look like a grumpy flamingo.

"...Your hair is too long, Ron, if you go on like this, it won’t be long before even I will think of you as Ginny. God! What kind of dress is Shenon Ferry? It looks like a pan Omelet. And, who are you?" he yelled at Harry.

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

"Another Weasley? You look like a goblin, isn't Harry Potter here? I really want to see him, I think he is your friend, Ron, or is it just you talking big? "

"No... it's just not convenient for him to come."

"Um~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is looking for an excuse, right? Not like him in the picture. They told me that the bride and my crown match very well," Aunt Muriel shouted at Harry. "It’s made by a fairy, you know, and it’s been passed down from generation to generation in our family for centuries. She is a very beautiful girl, but she is still a French in any case. Okay, okay, get me one Good location, Ron, I'm 70 years old and can't stand for long."

Ron gave him a deep look when he passed Harry, and then he disappeared. When they met at the entrance next time, Harry was looking for a seat with a large group of guests. The tent was almost full at this time, and outside the tent, there were no guests waiting in line for the first time.

"Aunt Muriel is a nightmare," Ron said, rubbing his forehead with his sleeve. "She used to come here every Christmas, but then, thank God, she was attacked because Reid and George lost a big dung bomb behind her chair during a dinner. Dad kept saying that his aunt was disappointed with them... But in fact, they are now becoming the richest people in the whole family, and they It will become the backbone of the entire family. We can’t keep up with this point. To be honest, sometimes I really envy Fred and George, the things they developed in cooperation with Fanlin. Before that, I didn’t even think about it. Dare to think..."

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