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A short wizard with thick hair stood in front of the handsome couple, 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 and met..."
Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had already drank two drinks, shook his goblet. The crystal clear wine looked meaningfully at Sirius, who stood upright on the platform, scanning his resolute and calm expression, 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. Although he saw one or two doubts, 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 his stomach in and straighten his back. , assuming the posture of an Auror captain.
"Tonks, at least you should be more reserved when wearing a skirt." Kingsley said in a calm voice, unhurriedly.
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:
< br>"Come on, Kingsley, don't think I didn't see it. You've already had three drinks before the banquet officially started."
The reliable Auror captain and the unreliable intern The Aurors chatted in a low voice. Tonks chewed the gum in her mouth. The bubbles of pink rubber burst. She suddenly frowned, her green eyes full of curiosity:
"The Shacklebolt family is also a pure-blooded second generation. One of the Eighteen Clans, right, Kingsley? As a descendant of a pure-blood family, what do you think of Sirius being with a Muggle?"
"He is not the only rebel in the Black family. If I were a supporter of the pure-blood concept, I would not have allowed Nymphadora Tonks, that is, you, to join my team..." Kingsley glanced at her sideways: "No, based on your training results , maybe not even 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 that the Disguise Magus will be helpful in handling the case."
"..."
Tonks was suddenly hit by her boss, and it was hard to accept it for a while. He shook his 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, are you willing to promise Betty Lorna Carver, no matter good or bad times, health or illness, until life? The end?"
"I do." Sirius' eyebrows were firm and his eyes were hot.
"Betty Lorna Carver, would you like..."
With a gentle smile, Betty said, "Yes, I do."
"Then, I declare you two to be lifelong partners!"
The flapping fairy carried a small wooden basket and floated out, scattering sparkling snowflakes, spinning and flying around the two bodies embracing each other. , the bird of paradise flew up and down with its little golden bell, adding a few rays of sweet crispness to the noise of the whole place.
The flame in the marble fireplace is burning brightly, the exquisitely decorated flowers release the fragrance of love, the long table is filled with luxurious tableware for serving desserts, and the light of the chandelier pours on the silverware and glass cups. The light seemed to come alive, flowing down like liquid, converging in the center of the auditorium, and then spread quickly, solidifying into a dance floor with sparkling silver light.
The guests invited each other, stepped forward to offer blessings to the newlyweds, and tacitly reserved the center position of the stage for 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 Next to the curtain, he leisurely took out the curved wine bottle and tasted 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.
The slender body floated on the ground, with waist-long silver hair coiled on top of his head, and a faint silver light seemed to emit from the whole body.
Azure 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 is not Fleur Delacour, she is 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 It is not impossible for these two people to get together when they are transferred back to China to do some work that facilitates inquiring about information...
But watching Bill with pigtails and earrings dancing with Fleur, I still felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
I feel very awkward...
Ignoring the entanglement of the red-haired brother and sister, Hermione held an arm around the person next to her, tilted her body slightly, and leaned a little less than half of her body weight on him, which made her feel a little weak. The soles of my feet were relaxed, and I silently sighed in my heart that high heels really squeezed my feet.
Her head was slightly tilted, leaning on someone's shoulder, watching the bride in a formal dress leaping and spinning in the center of the dance floor, her eyes sparkling with the bright candlelight.
Which girl wouldn't feel emotional when seeing the wedding...
"...What are you thinking about?"
Loren rubbed her hair and smiled teasingly.
"Don't mess up my hair." Hermione was a little angry, raised her head and nudged him gently.
You can't see the expression, but you can hear that the voice is not natural. Loren smiled happily, and put a little force on his shoulders, making the soft body leaning on him sway slightly: "Let's go down to eat, I I'm a little hungry."
Hermione's hand holding his arm tightened slightly, and she tightened her sleeves without answering.
"We should go over and congratulate them."
"..."
Hermione still remained silent, moving her eyes to look at Bill and Fleur on the dance floor, tired from dancing, at the long table He sat down to rest and smiled wildly.
"Why don't you say anything..." Loren pretended to sigh, "I was going to ask you to dance after eating a cookie."
"Bang!"
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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 in the most distinguished seat of the long table, Voldemort glanced at the faces on both sides of the seats and whispered greetings with a gentle tone and a smile.
"Merry Christmas, Master..."
The Death Eaters were shocked and confused. Many of them did not react and responded sparsely.
Some Death Eaters who did not respond in time clearly felt an invisible chill rising up their spines, fear gripping 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 attended the Death Eater meeting for the first time with his head lowered and exuding an aura of nervousness. He strictly followed the instructions of his father and mother, lowering his head without saying a word and staring intently. On the tabletop, when oppressive silence enveloped the room, the twisted wood grains looked 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 coax Cornelius Fudge and Pierce Thicknesse into joining us. I was alone, drank a few Severus special cocktails, and successfully cast the Imperius Curse on two people."
Many Death Eaters around me showed admiration. One of these two is the current Ministry of Magic. The Minister, and the other is the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department. Controlling these two people is almost equivalent to controlling most of the Ministry of Magic.
"It's just...Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, has been vigilant, and I failed..."
Lucius paused, glanced at the Dark Lord's expression uneasily, and rushed to him He spoke faster before getting angry, "But the Aurors are taking turns on vacation. Kingsley Shacklebolt's second team has all left. The Silent Man in the Department of Mysteries has been transferred by Fudge. At the moment, the Ministry of Magic Completely open to us."
Draco, who was sitting next to his mother, kept his head down, clutching the corner of his robe tightly, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do.
Let the Death Eaters capture the Ministry of Magic?
Send a message to Loren immediately?
But what help can Loren give to the Ministry of Magic...
"Open completely..." Voldemort repeated, with a dark red light flashing in his terrifying snake-pupil eyes.
In the first seat on the right, Snape sat quietly on the chair, facing the terrifying scarlet gaze with a calm expression. He seemed not to worry about being burned by the sharp gaze, and watched calmly. His eyes revealed a loyalty that was always ready to be called upon.
"..."
After a moment, Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a weird smile, "Okay, well done, Lucius... But those who are stationed in the magic The Aurors of the Ministry are still a threat to us. Before we start taking action, we must ensure that no one in the Ministry of Magic can resist. Once they fight desperately and gain time to deliver the message, whether Dumbledore or the staff on vacation arrive in time, we will All the efforts made before the meeting were in vain, and even suffered heavy losses..."
Lucius raised his head cautiously: "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 the Ministry of Magic All the Aurors set out to participate in the search..."
Voldemort named a few people and said coldly: "Go and let the Mark of Darkness shine on the magical world again!"
...
At dawn, the looming white fish belly appeared in the distant sky, 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.
Against the backdrop of the firelight, his shadow almost enveloped the entire room. Hidden in the shadows on the seats on both sides were faces that could not be seen clearly. Several of them had familiar figures, but could not name them.
Are these wedding guests?
Harry had a vague feeling that it wasn't the case. He opened his eyes wide to see who it was, but he saw several figures leaving the room first.
He desperately wants these people to speed up. They will clear the obstacles, distract those who hinder his plan, and arrange the place to look the way he wants...
"Hey, hey ! Wake up, Harry, wake up..."
Harry opened his eyes, and the furnishings in the room came into view. He was still lying on the soft bed on the third floor of the Black Mansion. In the cage beside the bed, Piggy and Hedwig buried their heads under their wings and slept soundly. There was a dull pain in his forehead, and the touch of the girl's lips when they said good night to each other was still left in the corner of his mouth.
The morning light was faint, and the room was still a little dim.
Ron's shadow was a little scary: "You were talking in your sleep."
"Really?"
Harry's mind was filled with the girl's dangling voice as she ran away shyly. Red hair, those fragments that invaded the mind were like traces on the beach, quickly washed away, leaving only a few images with faint traces.
"Yeah, you read a few people's names, such as Rodolphus, Rabastan, August..."
Harry felt something familiar, and quickly remembered where he had heard these names: " They are all the Death Eaters who escaped last time."
"Yes, you won't get into the mysterious man's head."
Harry pursed his lips and fell into thought. He vaguely recalled several scenes: the rising fire, the endlessly shaking shadows, and the figure whose face could not be seen clearly.
"It's possible, but I can't remember clearly."
"It's a pity that Dumbledore left right after the wedding and didn't stay overnight, otherwise we could ask him."
Ron's eyebrows knitted together. After thinking for a while, he felt a headache and shook his head: "Go downstairs first. Let's have breakfast, tell Sirius this later, and listen to what the adults have to say."
Harry thought about his newlywed godfather, and in order not to worry him on the second day of the wedding, something flashed through his mind. I concealed my thoughts, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt it was too stupid. I shook my head and sat up. I sat up and rubbed the scar on my forehead:
"What can I say, it's not like that."
"Be safe, stay sensible, don't take risks..."
Splashing a handful of cold water on his face, the cold stimulation made his brain wake up instantly. Harry, who was not wearing glasses, looked at the 16-year-old boy in the mirror and exhaled the white mist.
A blur.
(End of this chapter)
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