days at Hogwarts

Chapter 763 Attending the Wedding
There was a slight click and the metal lock core turned.

Then the door was pushed open and two figures appeared at the door.

Grandpa Bates took the key slowly and put it on the cabinet behind the door. He walked in slowly, muttering Shakespeare's difficult lines, looking leisurely and comfortable.

"Grandpa Bates."

"Loren."

Bates looked up at the person sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but smile, and his steps became a little lighter.

"Mr. Morgan!"

The short and thin figure next to him was even faster and rushed towards Loren excitedly.

The elf stood in front of the sofa. He stopped suddenly while running fast, and his center of gravity was unstable, causing him to stagger a little when he stopped. He took off the sunglasses and newsboy cap that covered his face, wiped his face randomly, and looked excited:
"Mr. Morgan, you're finally back!"

"There were some unexpected circumstances, which delayed us for a few weeks."

Loren looked at his outfit with interest. From head to toe, it looked like the children's clothes on the plastic mannequins in the shopping mall window. It was quite decent. He nodded and said, "It seems like you have learned a lot in the past few weeks."

"It was all thanks to Mr. Bates. Mr. Bates took Xiaomai to the mall, watched movies, and helped her understand the order of Muggle society. Xiaomai is very grateful to Mr. Bates!"

"You seem to be having a very pleasant time. If you leak the information and violate the Statute of Secrecy, the Aurors will pursue you and ask you two to file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic."

Xiaomai hung her head in shame.

Crookshanks and Hanhan lay on the sofa pillows, blinking their eyes and looking at them.

"Uh……"

Bates paused, thought for a moment, and said in a high and strange tone: "If a person thinks too much, he will lose the joy of being a human being."

"Oh, that line from The Merchant of Venice."

Bates nodded modestly, raising his chin: "Youth is an unfettered hare, and it will jump over the fences of reason set up by the elderly."

“Who is young and who is old?”

"Youth and old age are relative. Although my body is old, my mind is still young. Although your body is young, it's a pity..." Bates paused at the right time, looked Loren up and down, with regret in his eyes.

"..."

Loren was silent for a moment: "I won't make your share of the barbecue tomorrow!"

"Look at you, you're just cheating when you can't refute it."

Bates hummed a cheerful tune as he passed by, picked up Crookshanks and took him upstairs to wash up. Perhaps it was because he had won the debate against Loren, or perhaps it was because the child had returned home from a long journey, in any case he was in a particularly good mood.

Xiaomai watched him go upstairs with her big eyes open.

Loren was too lazy to argue with the old man, so he turned to look at Xiaomai: "How is it, after spending half a month in Muggle society, what do you think?"

The elf showed a thoughtful expression, organizing his words and thoughts at a slow pace: "Technology is as magical as magic, or even greater. Anyone can use electrical appliances without talent, so Muggle society is more developed than wizard society..."

"This is the concept of productivity in the book. The wizards' productivity is also very strong, but the production relations are not suitable, so it has not been fully utilized yet."

"I see……"

"This is just my narrow analysis. Those philosophical theories were proposed by ordinary people who don't know magic. They are not completely applicable to the magic world and cannot be mechanically applied. If you want to do something in the future, you can't apply it mechanically. You can only explore and analyze the specific situation."

"Analyze the specific situation..."

Xiaomai nodded thoughtfully, still frowning, and the experiences and insights accumulated in the past few weeks in her mind became complicated again.

"The werewolf project of the Magical Congress of the United States is progressing steadily. Their experience can be used as a reference, or you can learn about werewolves appropriately. For an alien race, you should show corresponding value and have the ability to protect yourself...

"Of course you don't just have to face wizards. You'll also face fairies, pukki, and centaurs. In a sense, you were living under the protection of wizards before...

"..."

In the spacious and bright living room, the house-elves dressed as Muggle children listened quietly with light reflected in their eyes. Although they could not fully understand the knowledge and concepts, they tried their best to remember them all.

Ten minutes later, when Bates finished washing up, changed into pajamas and went downstairs, the two little ones on the sofa were already discussing topics of colonization and war. They were chattering about a lot of philosophical concepts, but they were actually very childish.

We can see this from what happened to Voldemort and the Death Eaters. After all, the wizarding world is essentially one where force is supreme.

Among all magical races, wizards are the most powerful.

"Cough cough!"

Bates cleared his throat, shook his head, and recited Shakespeare's lines again: "Have elves no eyes? Have they no limbs, no body, no senses, no feelings, no emotions? Elves eat the same food, will be injured by the same weapons, will suffer the same diseases, the treatment methods are the same, and they feel the same cold in winter and heat in summer. Aren't these the same as wizards..."

"..."

Loren silently memorized these lines, intending to speak them in front of Hermione when the time was right. She would definitely like this tune.

……

After returning from a long journey, I always feel that a hot bath at home is more comfortable.

Loren walked out of the bathroom with wet hair. Too lazy to use magic, he returned to the bedroom, leaned against the headboard, waiting for his hair to dry naturally, and fell asleep. He took out his communicator and counted the messages accumulated during this period.

Almost all the information came from roommates. Neville asked about the battle that night, probably because he was concerned about the Longbottoms, but unfortunately Loren hardly noticed them. Harry asked him if he was also interning at the Magical Congress of the United States of America and invited him to go on a trip together.

Then there was a message from Ron, hoping that he would tell Bill and Charlie that the truth had been revealed and his mother was furious, and that he should return home quickly... After a few days, it turned into an invitation, inviting him and Hermione to attend Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Draco had the most news.

On the night of the airport ambush, Loren took time out of his busy schedule to send him a message to inform him of the situation, hoping that he could understand the ups and downs of that night, the grandeur of the war, and the joy of celebrating Voldemort's downfall from that exclamation mark.

Unfortunately, there is no literature class in Hogwarts, and Draco seems unable to decipher it, so he keeps sending messages.

As I read from top to bottom, the words become shorter and shorter, but the emotions become more and more violent.

At first, he asked questions patiently and carefully, such as whether the Ministry of Magic had planned any special operations, whether the Aurors' secret operations were related to the Death Eaters, whether Dumbledore had completely eliminated Voldemort... Then he began to vent his emotions. After all, he was the heir of the Malfoy family. His words were not so outrageous, but they were also very rude. In the end, he became numb, or his mentality gradually calmed down.

Loren could imagine what he looked like through the message.

In the dead of night, Draco was thinking about the information he had received not long ago.

Although the Ministry of Magic's actions were secretive, the Malfoy family with its deep background still caught clues. Various clues showed that the Ministry of Magic was planning a major operation, and the only ones worthy of them in the entire wizarding world were Voldemort and the Death Eaters... The message sent to his father never received a reply, and thinking of the ambush intelligence transmitted not long ago, Draco tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

In the dead of night, the communicator suddenly vibrated.

An exclamation mark with a lot of meaning!

Loren couldn't help but curl his lips and continued to scroll down. The following news came after a while, probably after Lucius Malfoy was sent back home. Draco sent a lot of thank you messages, thanking on behalf of the Malfoy family and conveying his father's gratitude. It was a mess.

Loren read it patiently and then pressed the communicator to reply.

Loren: “.”

Then the communicator began to buzz and vibrate again, receiving information.

Loren grinned and threw the communicator into the pendant without even looking at it.

Fall asleep.

……

a week later.

Loren and Hermione head to the Burrow.

Outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon, England, a huge white tent was set up next to a high-rise building built by magic.

Bill and Fleur's wedding was more grand than expected. A long purple carpet was laid at the entrance of the tent, wild roses and pure white carnations were wrapped around the pillars, and bees and butterflies fluttered lazily in the grass and hedges.

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A group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden tops have arrived, and gorgeous fairies are circling around their instruments, shaking off sparkling white powder.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the two arrived at the Burrow. The Weasley brothers, dressed in their best, were already standing outside the tent in the orchard, holding seating charts in their hands, waiting for the guests to attend the wedding.

Several people were standing under the scorching sun in their formal robes, and it was hard not to feel the heat when watching from the side.

"Loren, Hermione, you're here."

George and Fred were listless.

"Is it hot?"

Loren could see that Harry's head was steaming faintly.

"Stop talking..." George pulled at the collar of his robe, trying to relieve the heat. "When I get married, I won't do these nasty things."

"Mrs. Weasley would not approve."

"I'll put a full body binding spell on Mom, or a potion of living hell, and let her sleep until the wedding is over." Fred said firmly.

"..."

"I envy you guys for not having to help."

Harry said weakly, flipping through the seating chart in his hand and pointing to the front row: "My legs are numb and I have lost all feeling. I won't take you in. Find a seat by yourselves. Here, over there. There's a name tag on the table..."

At this moment, a series of air explosions suddenly sounded at the far end of the carpet at the back.

One beautiful figure after another appeared out of nowhere.

The witches had pretty faces, slim bodies, and smooth silver hair that sparkled in the sun. Strange flowers and magical birds fluttered on their witch hats, and precious gems sparkled on many of their bow ties.

In a few minutes a procession formed and began to snake through the gardens towards the marquee.

As the group got closer to the tent, their chatter became louder and louder, filled with excitement, even drowning out the buzzing of the bees.

"Great, I think I saw a few Veela cousins. They need someone to help them understand British customs, I'll go take care of them..."

"Hey! You've got Angelina!"

"Let go, don't hold me! Harry Ron ran ahead!"

"..."

Looking at their agile figures, Loren and Hermione looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

I turned around and walked into the tent, it was much cooler inside.

There are traces of magic flashing everywhere, which are inconspicuous in the sunny day, but will bloom with due brilliance at night.

Several clusters of brightly colored balloons floated in the air, with rows of delicate and slender golden chairs placed on both sides. The table was covered with a thick, smooth tablecloth, pure white, embroidered with complex floral designs, and the leaf patterns at the edges were twisted in a regular pattern. If you squinted, you could vaguely make out the cursive letters of the name Weasley.

There is an enlarged and widened seat in the corner of the back row, and even the backrest has been raised and reinforced. One chair is larger than the three or four chairs next to it combined.

"That's the seat prepared for Hagrid. It's made of beech and reinforced with magic." The middle-aged wizard at the next table explained, "They tried many kinds of wood, including pine, pear, and oak. Finally, with the help of my daughter, they found a thick and heavy beech in the nearby mountains. Mr. Weasley originally planned to weld a chair out of steel, but he still has some regrets now."

Loren and Hermione turned to look. They didn't know this wizard before, but when they saw his clothes, they guessed his identity.

He had slightly cross-eyed eyes, matted white hair that fell on his shoulders, the braid on his hat hung in front of his nose, and he wore a robe the color of egg-yellow, a dazzling color, and a pendant engraved with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows hung around his neck.

"Mr. Lovegood?"

"Strange Loren, smart Hermione, our Luna mentioned you." Xenophilius smiled kindly.

"Is Luna here too?"

"She's in that charming little garden, greeting the gnomes, or should I say the garden soldiers, who are everywhere, so delightful! We can learn a lot from clever gnomes, and few wizards understand that..."

Hermione nodded and paused: "Small creatures can always give people great inspiration."

"No, I mean that the goblin's saliva has magical powers. If you are bitten by them, you may gain unique talents, such as being proficient in opera or reciting poetry in the language of mermaids."

"..."

Hermione silently gave up the idea of ​​talking to Mr. Lovegood.

Everyone in their family is a little weird.

Normal thinking cannot communicate.

Loren pursed his lips, suppressed his smile, and turned to look around.

Not far away, a witch dressed like a bad-tempered flamingo was talking to Ron in a swearing manner, muttering about his increasing number of freckles. She must be the legendary Great Aunt Muriel.

Harry was entertaining several Ministry staff members, who were all grinning as they spoke.

George was pestering a Delacour veela cousin, making the girl laugh so hard that she shook all over.

More and more guests arrived.

The inside of the tent gradually became lively.

(End of this chapter)