The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

A short wizard with thick hair stood in front of the handsome couple, and his slightly monotonous voice echoed throughout the auditorium:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather here to celebrate the union of two loyal souls who followed the guidance of fate and magic to meet..."

Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had already drank two glasses of wine, shook the crystal wine in the goblet and looked meaningfully at Sirius, who was standing upright on the platform, scanning his resolute and calm expression and his persistent and powerful eyes. ... After taking a sip of champagne, his mind gradually drifted away.

It's incredible that there have been such big changes in just a few years...

I still remember that when I was inspecting Azkaban five years ago, the only heir of the Black family was still huddled in a corner, his body was thin, his thin skin hanging on the bones, and his unkempt appearance could hardly show his former appearance.

He once looked through Sirius' files, and although he saw one or two suspicious points, he didn't think much about it. Voldemort fell too quickly back then, and some things were too chaotic. There were too many cases of people being imprisoned without public trials, and it was impossible to investigate them at all.

I don’t know what the result will be this time.

Kingsley raised the cup, and the crystal wine fell into his throat. Just when he was about to take another cup, he saw a beautiful figure approaching quickly from the corner of his eye. He had to put away his stomach, straighten his back, and put on a proud look. Captain Luo's attitude.

"Tonks, at least you should be more reserved when wearing a skirt." Kingsley said in a calm and unhurried voice.

The pretty witch with pink hair and green eyes next to her held the hem of her skirt and made a curtsy. If you ignore the casual smile on her face and her too quick movements, this etiquette is pretty standard:

"Come on, Kingsley, don't think I didn't see it. You've already had three drinks before the party officially started."

The reliable Auror captain chatted quietly with the unreliable trainee Auror. Tonks chewed the gum in her mouth, and the pink rubber bubbles burst. She suddenly frowned, her green eyes full of curiosity:

"The Shacklebolt family is also one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, right, Kingsley? As a descendant of a pure-blood family, how do you feel about Sirius being with a Muggle?"

"He is not the only rebel in the Black family. If I were a supporter of the pure-blood ideal, I would not have allowed Nymphadora Tonks, that is, you, to join my team..." Kingsley tilted his head. She glanced: "No, with your training results, you may not be able to become a trainee Auror..."

Her mother, Andromeda, was once a member of the Black family and resolutely married her Muggle father in pursuit of love.

"Didn't my excellent training results impress you?" Tonks was very surprised.

"I just think the Disguise Magus will be helpful in solving the case."

"..."

Tonks was suddenly hit by her boss, and it was hard to accept it for a moment. She swung her skirt angrily and strode away angrily.

On the gorgeously decorated platform, the marriage wizard has advanced the process to the oath stage:

"Sirius Orion Black, will you commit yourself to Betty Lorna Carver, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until the end of your days?"

"I do." Sirius' eyebrows were firm and his eyes were hot.

"Betty Lorna Carver, would you like to..."

Betty smiled gently and said, "Yes, I do."

"Then, I declare you two to be lifelong partners!"

The fairy with fluttering wings floated out carrying a small wooden basket, scattering sparkling snowflakes, whirling and flying around the two bodies embracing each other. The bird of paradise was flying up and down with a small golden bell, and then the whole place was noisy again. Adds a few tinges of pleasant crispness.

The flame in the marble fireplace is burning brightly, and the exquisitely decorated flowers release the fragrance of love. The long table is filled with luxurious tableware for serving desserts. The light of the chandelier pours on the silverware and glassware, and the light seems to come alive. The liquid flowed down like a stream and gathered in the center of the auditorium, then spread quickly and solidified into a silvery dance floor.

The guests invited each other and came forward to offer blessings to the newlyweds, tacitly leaving the center position of the stage to the two of them.

Those ancient musical instruments that had been dusted for a long time played automatically, and the movement symbolizing happiness echoed in the cold winter mansion. The air was filled with the melody of happiness. Even Mad-Eye no longer spoke loudly, but leaned against the curtain and took a leisurely breath. Take out the curved wine bottle and taste it slowly.

People's voices were so soft and the music was so melodious, forming a comforting murmur. Harry was wrapped in warmth and gradually couldn't hear what the people around him were saying.

His slender body floated on the ground, his waist-long silver hair was coiled on his head, and his whole body seemed to emit a faint silver light.

Blue eyes and gleaming white teeth together form the smiling face of a hybrid Veela.

Standing on the handrail of the stair landing, the eyes of all the little wizards were attracted. It must be admitted that although the protagonist of this wedding was not Fleur Delacour, she was almost as eye-catching as the bride.

Ron, Ginny, George and Fred, the Weasley brothers and sisters narrowed their eyes. They had some vague information. After all, Fleur stayed in Gringotts to study English after graduation, and Bill was transferred back to China to do some convenience. It is not impossible for these two people to get together for the purpose of inquiring about information...

But watching Bill with pigtails and earrings dancing with Fleur, I still felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

I just feel so awkward...

Ignoring the entanglement of the red-haired brother and sister, Hermione held an arm around the person next to her and tilted her body slightly, leaning on him with less than half of her body weight to relax her sore soles. She silently sighed in her heart that the high heels really squeezed her feet.

She tilted her head slightly and leaned on someone's shoulder, watching the bride in a formal dress leaping and spinning in the center of the dance floor, her eyes sparkling under the bright candlelight.

Which girl wouldn’t feel emotional when seeing a wedding...

"...What are you thinking about?"

Loren rubbed her hair and smiled slightly teasingly.

"Don't mess up my hair." Hermione was a little angry, raised her head and nudged him gently.

You couldn't see his expression, but you could tell that his voice was unnatural. Loren smiled happily and put a little pressure on his shoulders, causing the soft body leaning against him to sway slightly: "Let's go down and eat. I'm a little hungry."

Hermione's hand holding his arm tightened slightly, tightened her sleeves, and did not answer.

"We should go over and congratulate them."

"..."

Hermione remained silent and moved her eyes to watch Bill and Fleur on the dance floor sitting down at the long table to rest after getting tired of dancing, smiling wildly.

"Why don't you say anything..." Loren pretended to sigh, "I was going to ask you to dance after eating a cookie."

"Bang!"

Hermione couldn't help but punch him.

In the end, Loren still couldn't eat the cookie.

…

Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.

The grand Boxing Day banquet has ended, and there is still a lively aftertaste in the air. The orange-red flame is burning in the fireplace, and the firelight makes the figures in the room sway back and forth.

"Merry Christmas, my dear friends..."

Sitting on the most distinguished seat at the long table, Voldemort glanced at the faces on both sides of the seats and greeted softly, with a gentle tone and a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Master..."

The Death Eaters were in shock and confusion. Many of them did not react and responded only sparsely.

Some Death Eaters who did not respond in time clearly felt an invisible chill rising up their spines, and fear gripped their hearts like a cold hand, which was the strong malice emanating from the Dark Lord.

Voldemort seemed to sense this fear and didn't care about them. Taking a deep breath, a smile of enjoyment appeared on his face. His eyes moved. Lucius looked into those snake eyes and couldn't help but tremble slightly on his shoulders.

Draco, who attended the Death Eater meeting for the first time, had his head lowered and his whole body exuded an aura of nervousness. He strictly followed the instructions of his father and mother, lowered his head and said nothing, staring at the table, and an oppressive silence enveloped him. When looking at this room, those twisted wood grains are like withered petals.

"Are you ready, Lucius?" Voldemort asked.

"Ready!" Lucius's voice was tight, but he still puffed up his chest and made a gesture of asking for credit. "That night, I used donations to trick Cornelius Fudge and Pierce Thicknesse into spending time alone with me. I drank a few drinks. A glass of Severus' special cocktail successfully cast the Imperius Curse on two people."

Many Death Eaters around showed admiration. One of these two was the current Minister of Magic and the other was the Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement. Controlling these two people was almost equivalent to controlling most of the Ministry of Magic.

"It's just that... Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, has been vigilant, and I failed to succeed..."

Lucius paused, glanced at the Dark Lord's expression uneasily, and spoke faster before he got angry, "But the Aurors are taking turns on vacation, and Kingsley Shacklebolt's second team has all left. , the Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries was transferred by Fudge, and now the Ministry of Magic is completely open to us. "

Draco, who was sitting next to his mother, kept his head lowered and clutched the corner of his robe tightly. His mind went blank and he didn't know what to do.

Let the Death Eaters capture the Ministry of Magic?

Send a message to Loren immediately later?

But what help can Loren give to the Ministry of Magic...

"Fully open..." Voldemort repeated, his terrifying snake-pupil eyes flashing with a dark red light.

In the first seat on the right, Snape sat quietly on the chair, facing the terrifying scarlet gaze with a calm expression, as if he was not worried about being burned by the sharp gaze, and looked at him calmly, his eyes revealing Loyalty that is always at your disposal.

"..."

After a moment, Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird smile, "Well, well done, Lucius... But those Aurors stationed at the Ministry of Magic are still a threat to us. Before we take action, We must ensure that no one in the Ministry of Magic can resist. Once they fight to the death and gain time to deliver the message, whether Dumbledore or the staff on vacation arrive in time, we will lose all our efforts, or even suffer heavy losses..."

Lucius raised his head carefully: "What do you mean?"

"Have Fudge send a letter to inform Rufus Scrimgeour that many escaped Death Eaters have appeared in Knockturn Alley, and all Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have set out to participate in the search..."

Voldemort called the names of several people and said coldly: "Go and let the Mark of Darkness shine on the magical world again!"

…

At dawn, the distant sky showed a looming white fish belly, and the cold wind poured in through the open window. Harry did not feel cold. The back of his chair was facing the roaring fire in the fireplace.

In the light of the fire, his shadow almost covered the entire room. On the seats on both sides, there were faces that were not clearly visible in the shadows. Some of them looked familiar, but they could not be named.

Are these guests attending the wedding?

Harry felt that they were not. He opened his eyes wide to see who was there, but saw several figures leaving the room first.

He was eager for these people to speed up. They would clear the obstacles, lead away those who hindered his plan, and decorate the place to his liking...

"Hey! Wake up, Harry, wake up..."

Harry opened his eyes and saw the furnishings in the room. He was still lying on the soft bed on the third floor of the Black mansion. In the cage at the head of the bed, Piglet and Hedwig buried their heads under their wings and slept soundly. His forehead was aching slightly, and the corners of his mouth still had the touch of the girl's lips when they said good night to each other.

The morning light was dim, and the room was still a little dim.

Ron's shadow was a little scary: "You talked in your sleep."

"Really?"

Harry's mind was full of the girl's red hair swinging when she ran away shyly. The fragments that invaded his mind were like traces on the beach, which were quickly washed away and smoothed, leaving only a few faint traces of the picture.

"Yes, you said a few names, Rodolphus, Rabastan, August..."

Harry felt that they sounded familiar, and quickly remembered where he had heard these names: "All the Death Eaters who escaped last time."

"Yes, you won't enter the head of the mysterious man, right?"

Harry pursed his lips and fell into thought. He vaguely recalled a few pictures: the rising fire, the swaying shadows, and the figures whose faces could not be seen clearly.

"It's possible, but I can't remember it."

"It's a pity that Dumbledore left after the wedding and didn't stay overnight, otherwise we could ask him."

Ron's eyebrows were twisted together. After thinking for a while, he felt a headache and shook his head: "Let's go downstairs for breakfast first, and tell Sirius about this later and listen to what the adults say."

Harry thought of his newlywed godfather. In order not to make him worry on the second day of the wedding, a thought flashed through his mind at a certain moment, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was too stupid. He shook his head and sat up, sitting up, rubbing the scar on his forehead:

"What can I say, it's still the same thing."

"Be safe, stay rational, don't take risks..."

Splashing a handful of cold water on his face, the cold stimulation made his brain sober instantly. Harry, who was not wearing glasses, looked at the 16-year-old boy in the mirror and exhaled white mist.

It was blurry.