Popular Web NovelsChapter 596 A WeddingChapter 596 A Wedding
Although Harry claimed that there was nothing more he needed help with, in the afternoon, some inexplicable tasks appeared out of nowhere and were entrusted to the idle boys.
The sound of rushing water is like waves hitting the rocks, fine and crisp.
Loren waved his wand lightly and watched the magic waves wash over the silver tableware, waiting for the metallic luster to reappear before sending them to the next stage of the process, where Harry and Ron would sort them. , neatly stacked in the cupboard.
"The deep and wavy ones are used to hold thick soup."
"The flat bottom with patterns is used to hold red beef stew."
"..."
The sound of muttering came from the slightly pursed lips, and Harry and Ron looked solemn. His hands kept turning, but he still couldn't keep up with Loren's cleaning speed. He could only look at the stack of tableware in despair, forming a crumbling and dangerous building.
Mrs. Weasley strictly stipulated the purpose of each plate, and checking the patterns and sorting them greatly slowed down the placement.
Loren slowed down his movements slightly, waiting for the two to demolish the dangerous building in front of him, leaving some time to pay attention to the situation upstairs.
The ladies are gathering in the living room on the second floor, making plans for the bride's makeup. Unfortunately, the bride's wedding dress has been customized a long time ago, and they can only work their magic on some details of hair, blush, and blush.
Don't worry, no matter wizards or Muggles, women always have the same aesthetics.
"The appetizer pancakes were wrapped in brown paper and put in a wooden basket..."
Loren silently enjoyed the leisure time gained from fishing, his heart was calm and unruffled, and the small mouth at the bottom of the pool seemed to be sucking , making bursts of kiss-like sounds. Loren stood opposite the marble fireplace, the warm firelight heating the back of his body, watching the firelight coming from behind, the shadows swaying lightly, his movements without hesitation, smooth and smooth like a bystander.
At this moment, a sound of brisk footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the stairs, and the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden steps interrupted Loren's thoughts.
The compound floral and fruity perfume smells fragrant and is obviously a Muggle chemical creation, which is incompatible with the wizarding atmosphere of this mansion.
Loren thought this subconsciously, turned around and looked towards the stairs, and saw a lady wearing a pure white fluffy wedding dress approaching.
The dark hair is pulled up into a ball-shaped bun. The light is restrained against the backdrop of the sky-blue feather headdress and gem-encrusted headband. Her wrists and calves are not slender, nor are they plump, but they are tempered by physical labor. The traces are inconspicuous but very clear. Her face is fair and her expression is gentle. Her neck is not curvy, and her breasts are not tall and plump. If there is anything worthy of praise, it is probably her resolute and bright eyes.
The woman exuded elegance, but Loren preferred to praise her tenacity.
Not a member of the Order of the Phoenix. There is no trace of magic flowing on his body. He is a complete Muggle.
Loren had never seen her before, but he could recognize it at a glance. This woman was the family of the victims of the Hampshire bombing fifteen years ago, and the protagonist of this wedding.
"Ms. Carver, Loren Morgan greets you." Loren smiled politely, like an ordinary underage wizard attending a wedding, "I am Harry's classmate."
The bride with exquisite make-up and hair walked into the underground kitchen. Her thoughtful eyes were also searching for the little wizard. As the owner of a grocery store, her years of work experience not only increased her physical fitness, but also exercised her Her eyesight.
The slender wooden stick, the coat made of expensive materials and exquisite workmanship, the collar of the pure woolen coat exposed, the calmness when he took the initiative to introduce himself and say hello, and the inadvertent expression of his brows and eyes all spoke to her. Introduction:
This little wizard, who was born as a Muggle, both his parents died, and had the same experience as himself, lived a wealthy life and had a mature mind.
With his eyes wandering, the bride who ran downstairs from the dressing table noticed that the water in the pool next to her had not stopped until now. The silver dinner plates floated smoothly one by one and piled up next to Harry and Ron. Coming higher and higher, she was silent for a moment and met those eyes.
"You can call me Betty, Sirius' fiancee." Betty spoke evenly and slowly, "I want to talk to you... about Sirius, about us, and about the accident fifteen years ago. "
"Me and you?" Loren was a little surprised, "This is not what Sirius meant, is it a temporary idea? It seems that you sneaked down from upstairs..."< br>
"Well... I think Sirius will agree to this." Betty paused for a moment, but quickly convinced herself, "Just ten minutes... five minutes is okay, we can go to the backyard. Get some air, George and Fred have already cleared the snow."
"If it's the bride's sincere invitation…" Loren shrugged, letting the turbulent water behind him stop.
Seeing the two of them meeting upstairs, Harry and Ron, who had never had a chance to interrupt, opened their eyes wide: "Wait, Loren, how could you-"
Before he could express his doubts, the people beside them The high pile of dishes shook tremblingly, and the clanking sound made the two of them hiss immediately and hurried to hold them.
The two people who were bound by the tableware glanced at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. They sighed and continued to divide the plates.
Not only has the snow been cleared in the backyard, but there are also more than 20 groups of bright flowers, decorated with thin snow gauze, like a fairy tale world, with a layer of frost on the marble floor. The thin ice shell is not frozen hard and will not make your feet slippery. When you step on it, you can hear the sound of the ice cracking, which is subtle and crisp.
A trace of regret flashed across Betty Carver's face. She probably didn't expect that her current attire was not cold-resistant at all. Her exposed skin was wrinkled, and her hands folded together unnaturally, adapting. It took a while before he spoke: "I...fifteen years ago..."
"Wait a moment, Ms. Carver..."
Loren stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the gap between the two, causing a transparent ripple to appear in the distorted space. The next layer of film, which seems to be there but not there, envelopes Betty like soap bubbles, blocking out the cold wind and cold outside, but not hindering the circulation of fresh air.
Betty was stunned for a moment by this hand. Although she was not a wizard, after getting along with her for a while, she also had a basic understanding of the wizard's abilities. She could just do it without chanting a spell or waving a wand. She is insulated from the cold, which is definitely not something ordinary wizards can do.
The sound of high heels crushing ice shells brought Betty back to her senses. She took a deep look at the boy next to her, and her voice spread in the snow: "Carver is my husband's surname. Fifteen That day two years ago happened to be the weekend, and I originally planned to ask him to mow the lawn in front of the door, but he went out very early to sell his worthless gadgets..."
Loren considered her Wearing high heels, I slowed down my pace and considered myself a thoughtful gentleman.
Smoke slowly drifted from the Christmas tree in the backyard. I heard that this tree was blocked in front of the curtain in the foyer. Sirius moved it over to chat with his mother. I don't know if he regrets it now...
I don't know. When was Hermione going to take a walk in the snow with him?
Oh, yesterday.
I wonder when Hermione will wear high heels?
I wonder when Hermione will wear a wedding dress...
"...It's been like this all these years." Betty's story came to an end, "I once complained about Sirius, and even hated you wizards because of it, but watching Sirius help Marjorie prepare Halloween clothes, Looking at their smiles, I felt relieved."
Loren seemed to be thinking, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "It's not a story of great literary value." Betty's eyebrows knitted together. , looked at Loren in surprise, and couldn't help but explain: "I mean-"
"It's to show that Sirius Black has realized his mistake , is to persuade me to cherish my current life, and to enlighten me not to indulge in the sorrow of the past..."
After Loren finished speaking a long list of contents calmly, he paused and looked at this person inquiringly. A bride to be married: "But what does your experience have to do with me? What does Sirius Black's thoughts have to do with me? What does what I think and do have to do with you guys?"
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Betty was a little stunned.
After Loren said this, he shook his head and walked back.
"You people are so weird, you seem to know me better than I do."
Because there is no need to match the speed of high heels, Loren's steps are light and quick, and they disappear quickly. Behind the door leading to the backyard.
...
The day before the wedding, the decoration in the castle was even more gorgeous and dazzling.
Percy chased George and Fred up and down the stairs because they had mixed truant candy into the banquet candy.
Not only the bride and groom, but also everyone else had to dress up. Mrs. Weasley asked them to dress up first to avoid making a joke tomorrow.
Sometimes his tie was crooked, and sometimes his hair was disheveled. What made Harry most angry was that Ginny actually said that the color of his glasses did not match the color of his clothes...
Then the boys started repeating it over and over again. Edit and organize in front of the mirror.
Girls have even more trouble. Their curly hair is combed into bunches, made smooth and shiny with magic potion, and hangs down smoothly. When they put on their little satin dresses and tightened their long belts, Put on long lace gloves...
Loren and Harry moved a small bench and sat at the door of the living room, eagerly watching the girl they loved dressed up, wearing a satin dress, with a belt that outlined her graceful curves. Wearing her hair carefully styled, walking with restrained steps in shoes that are not suitable for her, she shyly and expectantly enjoys the praises of adults.
Marjorie is very interested in the magic potion on her head. She always twists her bun and earns a slap from Betty.
A mother who raises her daughter alone cannot always teach her children with fairy tales and philosophy.
December 28th, the wedding day.
Loren got up quite early, opened the window, and the cold sober air completely cleared his mind.
Fairies are flying on the Christmas tree in the backyard, shedding sparkling light spots. Roses are in full bloom, with branches sticking out of the wall. The hibiscus flowers are as red as cream and are not dim. They are blooming luxuriantly. There are long blue irises hanging delicately.
After tying his tie meticulously, his clothes were as flat as if they were made of spliced wooden boards, he put on matching socks, and made sure his hair was combed smoothly without any stubble, Loren opened the door and went out.
When Loren came downstairs, he saw Hermione, Ginny and Marjorie sitting quietly on small chairs, their lips pursed with serious expressions on their faces. It looked like they had finished dressing up early, lest they get wrinkled. His solemn expression looked like that of a current professor of Transfiguration.
Loren bowed slightly and saluted Hermione: "Dear Professor Granger, can I invite you to dance?"
"Pfft!" Marjorie was the first to burst into laughter, followed closely by Ginny.
Hermione also had a smile on her lips, rolled her eyes at him, put her hand on his arm, carefully lifted up the skirt with her other hand, stood up and got used to the high heels, then Take a step.
"Why are you so reserved? Didn't you also wear it at the Christmas dance?"
"The shoes I wore that day were not so high, and the skirt at the dance was wrinkled..."< br>
"I don't like hearing this, and I advise you to take it back."
"..."
The two chandeliers in the foyer and the magic candles floating in the air were all lit. The gold embroidered patterns on the golden wall cloth glowed with golden light, and the gilded statues and candlesticks , the slates on the ground, the carpets, the curtains in front of the portraits, and the blackened family trees, all are bathed in light.
The fireplace dipped in floo powder was shining with green light. Sometimes the well-dressed ladies lifted their skirts, and sometimes the men took off their wizard hats or black top hats and entered the old house one after another.
Kreacher was not afraid of the fire and stood in front of the fireplace, his special dress shining brightly.
Although neither the man nor the woman had any relatives or friends, the Order of the Phoenix came together and there were quite a few guests.
Most of the wizards from the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the living room, holding goblets of champagne and talking softly to each other. Occasionally there was a one-eyed lame man whose voice was not very polite, and occasionally there was a man with red hair and strange dress on his arm. The unusually beautiful witch with a strange accent is eye-catching. Occasionally, a hybrid giant bumps into the house elf serving wine in the dark, causing exclamations...
Fortunately, most male wizards are like ladies. They are willing to pay attention to their words and deeds in front of beautiful things such as brocade skirts with group rings, wide satin dresses, lace ribbons, etc.
In general, the order at the scene was quite stable and stable.
Beside the curtain that sealed the portrait, Dumbledore was wearing a brand new golden robe and a small felt hat, with a white rose from the backyard on his chest, looking at the guests present with a smile. .
As if aware of the eyes on the stairs, he looked up and saw the little wizard with black hair and black eyes. He smiled and winked at Loren.
A long-lasting copper bell sounded, overpowering the noise in the auditorium and causing the venue to fall silent.
After a while, the curtain rose, and Sirius and Lupine appeared in front of everyone, standing on a slightly higher platform. The two were wearing expensive black dresses, which made them look not tall but very stiff. The figure, Sirius' eyebrows and beard were all carefully trimmed, showing a different demeanor than usual.
He is no longer the playboy he once was.
Many older wizards sighed in their hearts.
As cheers rang out, Marjorie led Betty slowly down the stairs, the wedding dress shining in the candlelight.
(End of this chapter)
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