"Anyway, I won't trust this guy anymore. Who knows if he has turned to the Dark Lord." Ron said nonchalantly, as if forgetting that he had also been under the Imperius Curse.
Ron is a bit extreme, but what he is worried about is not completely groundless. Now dark wizards from all over the world are flocking to this country, hoping to join Voldemort's army or complete other evil attempts. The pamphlet also reminds the public to be careful of unfamiliar wizards.
But to say that Krum took refuge in Voldemort is a bit too much, and he is not a dark wizard.
Probably, maybe, maybe, Ron was jealous of Krum's fame.
After all, as a world-renowned Quidditch player, the girl never left Krum's eyes after he came in.
But having said that, other people are not as malicious as Ron towards Krum, but they just don't like him very much.
So did Fred and George, who led Krum to the far end of the tent, where they sat among a pile of hibiscus French relatives in their forties and fifties.
Soon, everyone stopped paying attention to Klum.
The warm tent was full of nervous anticipation, and the buzzing voice was interrupted by excited laughter from time to time. The Weasleys walked slowly down the aisle, smiling and waving to their relatives. Mrs Weasley wore a new purple robe and matching hat.
A moment later Bill and Charlie stood in front of the marquee, both in dress robes with large white roses in their buttonholes.
Fred whistled wildly, and the group of Veela cousins burst into giggles.
Then there was music, seemingly floating from those golden balloons, and the crowd fell silent.
"Oh!" said Hermione, turning in her seat and looking at the entrance.
Ivan turned his head, and when he saw Mr. Delacour and Fleur walking along the passage, the wizards gathered in the tent sighed in unison.
Fleur has a light gait, and M. Delacour is jumping and smiling.
He was holding Furong's hand. Furong was wearing a very simple white dress, and her whole body seemed to emit a strong silver light.
Usually, her radiance always makes others eclipsed by comparison, but today this silver light makes everyone more beautiful.
Both Ginny and Gabrielle looked even prettier than usual in their golden yellow dresses.
But compared with Fu Rong, both of them have become a foil, which can only make people feel cute.
At this moment, beauty has become the exclusive term for Fu Rong alone.
Under the attention of everyone, Fleur walked up to Bill.
Immediately, Bill also became radiant, and all the scars left by him fighting at Hogwarts at the end of last semester disappeared.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said a somewhat monotonous voice, the little bushy-haired wizard who had presided over Dumbledore's funeral, who now stood in front of Bill and Fleur, "we gather here today to celebrate two faithful the souls of each other united..."
"Yes, my tiara made her look prettier," said Aunt Muriel in a far-off whisper, "but I must say that Ginny's skirt cuts too low."
Ginny turned her face away and smiled, winked at Harry, and then hurriedly faced forward again.
Ivan blushed immediately when he saw Harry next to him, and now he didn't know whether he was looking at Fleur or Ginny behind her.
At this time, Hermione also took Ivan's arm with a little excitement, and the most critical moment was coming.
"William Arthur, would you marry Fleur Isabel? Whatever."
Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour, sitting in the front row, covered their faces with lace veils and wept softly. When a trumpet-like sound came from behind the big tent, everyone knew that Hagrid had pulled out a tablecloth the size of his tablecloth. handkerchief. Hermione turned to look at Ivan with a smile, her eyes were also full of tears, and Ivan held her hand tightly.
"I do!" Bill said loudly.
"Fleur Isabel Delacour, will you marry William Arthur"
"I do!"
"...I declare you mates for life." The bushy-haired wizard waved his wand high above Bill and Fleur's heads, and a large silver star fell on them, swirling around their now embracing bodies. Fred and George led the applause, and the golden balloon burst overhead: out of it flew the Bird of Paradise and the little golden bell, floating in mid-air, adding birdsong and bells to the din of the house.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" cried the bushy-haired wizard, "please stand!"
Everyone stood up, and Aunt Muriel grumbled a few words.
The wizard waved his wand again, and all the seats rose lightly and gracefully into the air, the canvas of the big tent disappeared, and they stood under the canopy supported by golden pillars. It's beautiful.
Then, a pool of molten gold spread out from the center of the tent, creating a glittering dance floor. The chairs floating in mid-air automatically gathered beside the small table covered with white tablecloth, and floated back to the ground around the dance floor lightly and gracefully together, and the band in golden jackets walked towards the stage in unison.
"Awesome!"
"It's absolutely amazing." Ron followed with admiration, "This is designed by Bill and Fleur, I never thought it would be so cool"
"It's very valuable for reference. We can learn from our wedding." Hermione said to each other thoughtfully, and then she seemed to hear something suddenly, her face suddenly turned pink, and she looked at Ivan with a little dodge, "I You mean if you're going to marry me, you're going to marry me, Alvin? Right?"
"Don't talk stupid!" Hermione, the landlord of Aiwen, "I don't want to marry you, don't even think about it"
Ivan wasn't sure if Hermione heard what he said later, because there was another cheer from the front, and waiters appeared from all directions, some holding silver trays with pumpkin juice, butter beer and flame whiskey; Some were holding crumbling piles of pies and sandwiches.
"We should go over and congratulate them!" Hermione said softly, she tiptoed from Ivan's arms to watch Bill and Fleur disappear into the crowd of blessings.
"The waiter will have time later." Ron shrugged and said, grabbing a few glasses of butterbeer from a passing tray and handing them to everyone. "We should find a table first and get a good seat. Eat hard. No, don't go there, Harry! Stay away from Muriel."
"Come on, Ivan, I want to go and congratulate Bill and Fleur now." Hermione said, "Let's go there, shall we?"