The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The guests are all gathered, and the wedding is about to begin.

Arthur and Molly are organizing their children's wedding for the first time. They put all their efforts into it, but there are still some omissions. They invited too many guests, relatives from both sides, classmates and friends of the newlyweds, and colleagues from the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts.

Wizards from different countries and backgrounds gathered in the tent.

The open-air venue in the tent has been carefully arranged, and the carpets are spread all over, finally converging to a circular flat land in the center of the venue. There are many beautiful golden columns erected around it, and there are exquisite tables and chairs next to them. The materials are precious and the carvings are delicate. It is said that they were passed down from the ancestors of the Weasley family.

The Weasley family is so strange.

To say that they are rich is a bit embarrassing for the pure-blood family. They didn't even have their own house before. The Burrow was built layer by layer by the couple. The children can only wear old clothes and use old textbooks in school. To say that they are poor, they can take out hundreds of Galleons for the whole family to travel, and they can take out these precious furniture for the wedding.

I don't know if they don't care about money or they simply don't know how to manage money.

At this time, almost every round table was full. The wizards dressed in their best clothes raised their glasses and talked. Strange flowers and moving birds trembled on the brims of wizards' hats, birds on brooches sang, jewelry on hair sparkled, and the chattering voices drowned the entire venue.

Loren and Hermione sat next to each other, and Harry, Ginny, Ron and Lavender were also at the same table. The boys sipped butter beer while secretly glancing at the Veela cousins ​​at the table of the girl's relatives.

It must be admitted that Veela is pleasing to the eye in its normal form.

Fleur's grandmother was a Veela, so she inherited a quarter of Veela blood, showing the characteristics of silver hair and blue eyes, while the Delacour family also had a purer blood mixed with whiter skin, more gorgeous face, waist almost as slender as birds, and natural charm between eyebrows and eyes.

The guests in the venue were quietly appreciating, including several witches.

Unfortunately, most of the people present were local wizards who could not understand the French of Delacour's relatives. If it weren't for the language barrier, Lee Jordan and his friends would have approached them to chat.

Their magic was also different from that of ordinary wizards.

Loren noticed this keenly and turned to continue observing the scene.

There were also a few wizards who were unmoved, such as the Lovegood father and daughter at the next table.

Luna and her father wore the same bright yellow robes, with a blooming sunflower pinned on their heads, and their smiles were bright and brilliant.

"Dad, look, a goblin actually bit me!"

"Great! Goblin saliva is particularly useful! Luna, my dear, if you feel that you have any talent emerging today, don't suppress it! That may be the talent given to you by the garden engineer!"

"Yeah! I know!"

"..."

There are quite a few wizards attending the wedding of the eldest son of the Weasley family, including familiar members of the Order of the Phoenix, colleagues from the Law Enforcement Department where the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Objects is located, colleagues in the Ministry of Magic who are on good terms with Arthur, and superiors who are optimistic about Percy, members of the Wizengamot, and ministerial officials who come to congratulate, Gringotts wizards who have social relations with Bill, and even goblins appear. At this time, they are all sitting around the round table, waiting for the newlyweds to appear.

It's a pity that Madame Maxime didn't attend, otherwise they could talk about Beauxbatons and the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center.

George and Fred were more active than the groom, shuttling back and forth in the aisles of the venue, greeting the guests happily.

When I met relatives, I would exchange pleasantries and try to sell the products of the Magic House. When I met classmates and friends, I would chat and try to try the products of the Magic House. When I met officials from the Ministry of Magic, I was a little more obedient and could only do after-sales research.

I went around in circles for several times, sweating profusely, and went back to the next table to drink several glasses of ice-cold beer.

"Why are your ears asymmetrical~" Fred pinched his throat to imitate the voice of the old witch and rolled his eyes, "Muriel is a nightmare."

"Remember, she used to come every Christmas."

"Fortunately, we were smart and put a dung bomb under her chair during dinner that year."

"..."

Percy next to him looked helpless and whispered to the female companions present: "Angelina, Clearwater, don't listen to their nonsense. Aunt Muriel is not polite to anyone and doesn't speak well, but she is actually a good person. She gave Fleur a tiara before she came..."

Loren heard it clearly at the next table, and quietly lowered his voice and said to Harry next to him: "If Muriel can live to see you and Ginny get married, do you think she will receive her tiara?"

Harry took a sip of butter beer and didn't answer.

"Look! You're shy!"

Loren pointed at his red ears and exposed him mercilessly, and then laughed and pulled Hermione beside him to laugh. He leaned over inadvertently, and his collar knocked over the champagne glass on the table. At this moment, Hermione immediately reached out to support him, slapped him unhappily, complained and scolded him, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the wine stains on his collar.

Loren was still laughing at Harry, laughing unscrupulously.

In the corner on the right side of the venue, a black-haired young man watched this scene silently, with thick black eyebrows and a hooked nose casting a shadow on his face, and finally sighed sadly.

He still had some thoughts in his mind, and originally planned to walk over to praise the beauty of the witch and say a few polite words.

Viktor Krum picked up the whiskey and drank it all.

The atmosphere in the venue became more and more lively, and the buzzing voices were interrupted by laughter from time to time, and the space in the tent gradually heated up.

Finally, the wedding ceremony began.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked slowly down the aisle, Molly wearing a new purple robe and Arthur wearing a loose dress. They waved to their relatives and friends with nervous smiles. After a while, the groom Bill stood in front of the tent, untied the braids on his head, took off his earrings, wore a neat dress robe, and had a large white rose in his buttonhole.

The Gringotts Cursebreaker who once enjoyed adventure and pursued excitement, that unruly prodigal, now has a calmer temperament, like his father.

The band plays the melody.

Mr. Delacour walked along the aisle with Fleur on his arm. Fleur was not wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, but a simple white dress, but her whole body exuded a gentle and calm silver glow, which made the nearby witches even more beautiful.

The wizards present sighed in unison.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two loyal souls, and now we will declare to the guests present your wishes at this moment...

"William Arthur, will you marry Fleur Isabel...

"I declare you to be partners for life."

The wizard who witnessed the marriage waved his magic wand high, and the balloon suspended in mid-air exploded softly. Birds of paradise and small golden bells flew out from it, and a bright starlight fell on the couple, spinning around the tightly embracing lovers.

Fred and George led the applause, while Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour, sitting in the front row, covered their faces and shed tears of joy.

All the seats rose into the air light and elegant, the tent canvas disappeared, and a pool of molten gold water spread out, reflecting the bright sunshine, and spread out into a bright and crystal circular dance floor.

The band began to play, Bill and Fleur entered the dance floor first, and received warm applause for their beautiful pirouettes. Then Arthur led Mrs. Delacour to the dance floor, followed by Molly and Fleur's father.

"..."

Loren hummed a melody similar to a waltz, stood up, straightened his collar, and smiled at Hermione next to him: "Dear Miss Granger, can I invite you to dance?"

Bending down and stretching out his hands, his posture was very precise.

"That's what I say every time."

Hermione murmured silently in her heart and reached out to hold the man's hand.

…

As night falls, the wedding venue is in the orchard.

Bottles of champagne and firewhiskey floated in the air, the phoenix on the wedding cake took off, the musicians were tired, and the melody was played by balloons flying in the air.

The old principal was sitting in the corner of the orchard. The tarpaulin of the tent had been removed, and the balloon playing music was floating in the air. The farther away he was, the quieter it became. His hearing was not as sharp as when he was young, and it sounded a little ethereal and distorted, and he I just like this kind of slightly distorted music. I hum softly from time to time and look up at the witches and wizards spinning on the dance floor.

Luna and his father were swaying gently to the music.

Even his old friend Alastor couldn't resist Molly's repeated invitations and danced lamely.

Harry and Ginny were kissing on the dance floor, while Ron and Lavender were dancing seriously. It seemed that restarting their relationship had made them much more stable.

George and Fred had disappeared, along with Angelina and one of Fleur's cousins.

"What a wonderful world~"

This kind of singing didn't last long, because not far away, Charlie, Hagrid and a short and fat wizard wearing a purple pie-shaped hat were singing "Odo the Hero" in the corner. The young wizard had a strong and powerful voice, and the voice of a half-giant. It was even rougher, easily overpowering the melody of the dance music.

Dumbledore glanced at them sideways, used his strong willpower to ignore the noise, reorganized his sense of music, and continued humming the dance music.

"I saw green trees and red roses,

"I see them open for you and me,

"So I can't help but think -

"The hero Odo was carried back to his homeland,

"Carry it to the familiar place of his childhood,

“Have your hat turned inside out and be buried,

"How sad that the wand broke in two."

"..."

After Dumbledore hummed the last line, he couldn't help but fell silent, decided to stop humming, and turned to look to the other side.

The man stood lazily under the fruit tree, looking at the unripe oranges. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then he hooked his fingers, pulled off a fruit from the air, and skillfully opened it, smelling the obvious After the sour smell, he obviously hesitated for a few seconds, and then tasted a piece. His face was so sour that he was trembling all over.

"Oh……"

Dumbledore laughed unconsciously.

The man not far away immediately looked up, his face full of surprise, and he trotted over lightly: "Principal Dumbledore!"

"Loren." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

"In order to avoid trouble, many people have been looking for me recently."

"That's it..."

Loren nodded and looked at his expression quietly. He felt that it was dark now and the principal was old, so he might not have seen it just now, so he handed over the orange in his hand and said, "Try it, it's sweet!"

"..."

The corners of Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked down at the orange. It was plump and round, golden in color, full of juice, and had a sweet aroma of ripeness.

In just a few steps, the green peel was covered with transfiguration. The whole process was done without chanting a spell or using a wand. It was silent, light and natural. The skill of transfiguration has surpassed many senior scholars in related fields.

"How about this half?"

"..."

"Then exchange it for half?"

"You can obviously completely change the taste of the orange, why do you only cover up the appearance and keep the sour and bitter taste?"

Dumbledore showed a helpless expression, took half of the orange, broke a segment and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes, it was already a sweet and fragrant ripe fruit.

Loren grinned, took the other half and sat down next to him: "It is a traditional custom in our family that if you eat food with special taste, you should share it with people around you."

"How is Mr. Bates recently?"

"Busy helping Xiaomai liberate his mind, having fun."

"How is Xiaomai recently?"

"Sometimes I have fun, sometimes I am confused."

"It is a good thing to sense confusion." Dumbledore broke off a segment of orange, sorted out the white silk behind it, and put it in his mouth. "If you feel confused, you will take the initiative to find the answer, even if it takes a long time to do it, it is better than spending your life in a muddle."

"The old wizard's philosophy of life."

Loren muttered, and broke off a segment of the flesh. What he tasted was not an orange, but the old principal's Transfiguration.

I thought it would be too sweet, but it turned out to be quite refreshing, with a slight sour taste in the mouth. The sweetness came out only when the flesh was broken. It was sweet and sour, and the fruity aroma was rich.

It was like an ordinary fruit.

The two of them tasted the taste of Transfiguration, and white silk threads piled up on the table unknowingly.

Loren also learned about the things in the misty fantasy from Dumbledore. Voldemort had been completely destroyed, his soul was broken and could not be gathered together, and he could not go to the world of the dead. There was no place for him in the other side of life. He could only wander between life and death and suffer endless torture.

"The emptiness and nothingness will wear away his wisdom, consciousness, and emotions until they turn into white mist."

"What about the pregnant Lady Lestrange?"

"She is now detained in the closed ward of St. Mungo's, waiting to be sent to the Tribunal after giving birth."

Loren squeezed the orange peel, and hesperidin filled the air, exuding a pleasant fragrance. He glanced at the headmaster: "What if the child is Voldemort's?"

"In that case, I sincerely wish this child well."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Back then, Merope used aphrodisiacs to control Tom Riddle and gave birth to Voldemort, so Voldemort never knew love. I don't know what Bellatrix was thinking when she gave birth to this child, but she certainly couldn't control Voldemort... I hope this child won't follow his old path."