days at Hogwarts

Chapter 764: Does the principal eat oranges?
The guests have gathered and the wedding is about to begin.

It was the first time for Arthur and Molly to organize the wedding of their children. They put all their energy into it, but there were still some omissions. They invited too many guests, including 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 decorated, with carpets stretching all the way to a circular flat area in the center of the venue. Many beautiful golden columns stand around it, and exquisite tables and chairs are placed next to it. They are made of precious materials and have delicate carvings. It is said that they were passed down from the Weasley family's ancestors.

The Weasley family is weird like that.

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

I don’t know if he doesn’t care about money or he simply doesn’t know how to manage money.

At this time, almost every round table was full. Wizards dressed in their best clothes raised their glasses and chatted. Strange flowers and moving birds trembled on the brims of the wizards' hats, the birds on the brooches were singing, the jewelry on the hair was sparkling, and the chattering of voices drowned out the entire venue.

Loren and Hermione sat next to each other, along with Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lavender, the boys sipping their butterbeer and glancing at the Veela cousins ​​at the table of the girls' relatives.

I have to admit, Veela is a feast for the eyes in her 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. The Delacour family also has mixed-bloods with purer blood, whiter skin, more gorgeous faces, waists that are almost as slender as birds, and a natural charm between their eyebrows.

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

Unfortunately, most of the people present were local wizards who could not understand the French spoken by Delacour's relatives. If it weren't for the language barrier, Lee Jordan and the others would have gone over to strike up a conversation with them.

Their magic is also different from that of ordinary wizards.

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

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

Luna and her father wore the same bright yellow robe, with a blooming sunflower in their hair and a bright smile.

"Look, Dad, a goblin bit me!"

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

"Ok, I know!"

"..."

Quite a few wizards attended the wedding of the Weasley family's eldest son, including familiar members of the Order of the Phoenix, colleagues from the Law Enforcement Department where the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office is located, colleagues in the Ministry of Magic who were on good terms with Arthur, superiors who were optimistic about Percy, members of the Wizengamot, ministerial officials who came to congratulate, Gringotts wizards who had connections with Bill, and even goblins. They were all sitting around the round table, waiting for the newlyweds to appear.

It's a pity that Madame Maxime was not present, otherwise we could have talked about Beauxbatons and the Egyptian Alchemical Research Center.

George and Fred were even more lively than the groom, walking back and forth in the aisles of the venue, greeting the guests happily.

When I meet relatives, I will exchange pleasantries and try out the products of the Magic House. When I meet classmates and friends, I will chat and try out the products of the Magic House. When I meet officials from the Ministry of Magic, I am a little more reserved and can only do after-sales research.

After walking around in circles for a few times, busy and sweating, he went back to the next table and drank several glasses of 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."

"Luckily we were smart enough to place a dung bomb under her chair at dinner that year."

"..."

Percy, who was standing next to him, had a helpless expression on his face. He whispered to the female companions present, "Angelina, Clearwater, don't listen to their nonsense. Aunt Muriel is rude to everyone and doesn't speak well, but she's actually a nice person. She even gave Fleur a tiara before she came here..."

Lauren heard it clearly at the next table, and quietly lowered his voice to Harry beside him, "If Muriel could live to see you and Ginny get married, do you think you would receive her tiara?"

Harry took a sip of his Butterbeer and didn't answer.

"Look! You're shy!"

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

Loren was still laughing at Harry, laughing wantonly.

In the corner on the right side of the venue, a black-haired young man watched the scene silently. His thick black eyebrows and hooked nose cast a shadow on his face. Finally, he sighed sadly.

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

Viktor Krum picked up his whiskey and drank it all.

The atmosphere in the venue became more and more lively, the buzzing sound of conversation was interrupted by laughter from time to time, and the space in the tent gradually heated up.

Finally, the wedding ceremony began.

The Weasleys came slowly down the aisle, Molly in her new purple robes, Arthur in his loose tuxedo, and waved to their friends and family with nervous smiles. A moment later, the groom, Bill, stood in front of the tent, untied his braids, removed his earrings, and dressed in a neat dress robe with a large white rose in his buttonhole.

The Gringotts curse-breaker who once enjoyed adventure and pursuit of excitement, the unruly prodigal son, now has a more calm temperament, just like his father.

The band struck up a melody.

Mr. Delacour walked down the aisle with Fleur on his arm. Fleur was not wearing a gorgeous wedding gown, but just a simple white dress. However, she exuded a gentle and calm silver glow, which made the nearby witches look even more beautiful.

The wizards present sighed in unison.

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

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

"I declare you partners for life."

The wizard officiating the wedding waved his wand high in the air, and the balloon suspended in the air exploded softly. The bird of paradise and a small golden bell flew out from it. A piece of crystal clear starlight fell on the couple and swirled around the lovers who were hugging each other tightly.

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

All the seats were lifted gracefully into the air, the tent canvas disappeared, a pool of melted golden water spread out, reflecting the bright sunshine, and spreading out into a sparkling and crystal round dance floor.

The band began to play, Bill and Fleur were the first to step onto the dance floor, their beautiful pirouettes winning warm applause, then Arthur led Lady Delacour to the dance floor, followed by Molly and Fleur's father.

"..."

Loren hummed a waltz-like tune, stood up, straightened his collar, and smiled at Hermione beside him: "Dear Miss Granger, may I invite you to dance?"

He bent down and stretched out his hand, with his posture just right.

"It's always this sentence." Hermione muttered silently in her heart and reached out to hold the man's hand.

……

Night falls at the wedding venue in the orchard.

Bottles of champagne and fire whiskey float in the air, and the phoenix on the wedding cake flaps its wings and takes off. The musicians are tired, and now the melody is played by balloons in the air.

The old headmaster was sitting in the corner of the orchard. The tarpaulin of the tent had been removed and balloons playing music were floating in the air. The farther away they were, the quieter the music became. His hearing was no longer as sharp as when he was young, and the music sounded a little ethereal and distorted, but he just liked this slightly distorted music. He hummed softly from time to time and looked up at the wizards and witches who were spinning on the dance floor.

Luna and his father were swaying gently to the music.

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

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

George and Fred had vanished, as had Angelina and one of Fleur's cousins.

"What a wonderful world~"

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This singing along did not last long, because not far away Charlie, Hagrid and a short and fat wizard wearing a purple pie-shaped hat were singing "Hero Oddo" in the corner. The young wizard's voice was deep and powerful, and the half-blood giant's voice was even rougher, which easily covered the melody of the dance music.

Dumbledore glanced at them sideways, ignored the noise with great willpower, regained his sense of music, and continued humming the dance music.

"I see green trees and red roses,

"I see them open for you and me,
“So I couldn’t help but think—

"The hero Odo was carried back to his homeland,

"Carried to the place he knew in childhood,
"The hat is turned inside out, buried in the ground,
"The wand is broken in two. How sad."

"..."

After Dumbledore hummed the last sentence, he fell silent, decided to stop humming, and turned his head to look to the other side.

The man stood lazily under the fruit tree, looking at the unripe oranges. He glanced around, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to this side, he hooked his finger, pulled a fruit down from the air, broke it open skillfully, and after smelling the distinct sour odor, he obviously hesitated for a few seconds, then tasted a petal. It was so sour that his face was distorted and his whole body was shaking.

"Ah……"

Dumbledore laughed unconsciously.

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

"Loren." Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

"To avoid trouble, many people have been looking for me recently."

"I see……"

Loren nodded and secretly observed his expression. He thought 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 corner of Dumbledore's eye twitched slightly, and he looked down at the orange. It was full and round, golden in color, juicy, and had a sweet, ripe aroma.

In just a few steps, the green peel was covered with Transfiguration. The whole process did not require any spells or the use of magic wands. It was silent, light and natural. The skill of Transfiguration has surpassed that of many senior scholars in related fields.

"How about this half?"

"..."

"How about half?"

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

Dumbledore showed a helpless expression, took half the orange, broke off a segment and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes. It was already a ripe fruit with a sweet and rich fragrance.

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

"How is Mr. Bates doing?"

"I was busy helping Xiaomai free her mind and having a lot of fun."

"So how's Xiaomai doing lately?"

“Sometimes I have a lot of fun, and sometimes I feel lost and confused.”

"It's a good thing to feel confused." Dumbledore broke off a slice 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 look for answers, even if it takes a long time, it is better than spending your life in a muddle."

"The old wizard's philosophy of life."

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

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

Like ordinary fruit.

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

Loren also learned from Dumbledore about what happened in the Twilight Zone. Voldemort had been completely destroyed, his soul was broken and could not be reunited, he could not go to the world of the dead, and there was no place for him in the other side of the living. He could only wander between life and death, suffering endless torture.

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

"And that pregnant Lady Lestrange?"

"She is currently detained in the closed ward at St. Mungo's, awaiting delivery and being sent to the Inquisition."

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)