Hogwarts: Breaking off the engagement at the beginning and marrying Hermione instead

The Frye Castle was particularly lively today.

It was still dawn, but

Brown had already finished his breakfast.

The castle gate, which was always tightly closed in the past, was now open.

Two house elves stood on both sides of the gate wearing clean red curtains, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Bill and Charlie stood in the castle hall and led the wizards to find their seats.

Fred led Ollivander to the front:

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander. You are here too early."

George continued:

"Yes, you are the first one today."

"I am old and can’t sleep. I will come earlier so I don’t forget the time."

He rolled his eyes.

Ollivander said happily:

"Cornus wood, 11 1/4 inches long, with a unicorn feather core.

This is a pair of wands I made myself, and it is amazing because the wood and unicorn feathers used are from the same mother.

So when these two wands are together, the magic is enhanced.

Cornus wood wands have a very strange and naughty personality. Because they are naturally playful, Cornus wood wands insist on choosing partners who can provide them with fun.

Most Cornus wood wands have an interesting disadvantage: they refuse to cast silent spells and are quite noisy when casting magic."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with that."

The two brothers answered one after another.

They pulled out the wands from their waists and handed them out.

Ollivander took the wand and said with emotion:

"Very good, well maintained. And the magic flow is very smooth. It seems that your wands are very satisfied with you."

After testing the two wands, Ollivander handed them back.

"Of course, we oil them every day"

"And it is waxed regularly."

After sending Ollivander to his position, the two brothers returned to their original positions and stood there again, waiting for the arrival of new guests.

As the sun gradually rose, more and more wizards came.

Outside the manor were all carriages of various colors.

However, these horses were very smart and just quietly ate the grass brought by the elves.

They stayed there quietly.

At this moment, the hall was gradually filled with people.

The piano played by itself, and the elegant and pleasant piano sound echoed in the hall.

The well-dressed wizards gathered in twos and threes to chat. From time to time, they took a glass of red wine from the flying plates.

Or they took a piece of carefully cooked and steaming snacks from the exaggeratedly long dining table.

Although the wizards in the hall were all well-dressed, some clues could be seen through their figures and some subtle dresses, that is, there was a hint of ridicule and excitement at the corners of their mouths.

"Aiden! Long time no see.！"

"Yes, I didn't expect you to come too. I remember you were the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, weren't you?"

The wizard called Aiden looked at his old acquaintance with surprise.

The editor-in-chief sighed:

"Not only me, but even the Minister of Magic, Millicent Barnold, is here.

I really don't know what the Fry family is up to.

Celebrating his son's enrollment?

These pure-blood families are getting more and more absurd."

"Who knows.

Let's wait and see.

Anyway, we are here to watch the fun."

"Hahaha, you're absolutely right."

……

Such things happened in every corner of the hall.

The banquet officially began.

But wizards are still pouring into the Forley Castle.

The banquet lasted until.

Finally, basically most of the famous wizards in the magic world have almost arrived.

Seeing that most people have finally arrived.

Mr. Forley apologized to the wizards around him.

Then he picked up the cups and forks on the table and tapped them gently.

Although the sound was not loud, it was quickly discovered by these sharp-eyed and sharp-eared wizards.

The conversations and melodious music have stopped at this moment.

The hall has also become quiet.

Mr. Forley is obviously very satisfied with the silence of the crowd.

Standing on the stage, looking at the wizards below the stage with teasing eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

How could he not know that everyone was secretly mocking him for being absurd?

It's a pity that these wizards were blind.

"Thank you all for coming to my son Braun's entrance ceremony today.

Yes, my son entered Hogwarts today.

This also makes those who maliciously slandered that the Foley family had a Squib shut up.……"

Everyone was a little confused when they heard this. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

So this is to clear the name.

No wonder so many people were called here.

But even so, everyone still felt sarcastic towards Mr. Fry on the stage.

Even if he is not a squib, so what.

Awakening late means less magic power.

Less magic power means that even if Braun Fry successfully graduates, he will only be an ordinary and mediocre wizard.

Some families that have a good relationship with the Fry family couldn't help but sigh:

"The Fuli family, this family of potion makers has finally fallen."

Some hostile families were delighted because this meant they could take more benefits from the Fuli family and get a bigger piece of the pie.

Seeing the happy or worried expressions of the crowd, Mr. Fuli secretly took note.

Then he changed the subject:

"Of course, there is no need to bother you all with such a small matter.

The next thing is the key. However, in order to ensure the authority and authenticity of the matter,

I decided to let the famous potion master, Severus Snape, introduce it to you. Severus……"

Snape, who was sitting in the front seat, nodded to everyone.

Then he stood on the stage unceremoniously and took out a tube of potion from his arms:

"Alienation potion!

It can make plants grow rapidly and mutate in a short period of time, which can buy you enough time when you are in danger.

According to experiments, plants grown by the alienation potion can block an Auror for three minutes.

It is enough to buy you enough time to escape.

At the same time, when you are in danger, the plants grown by the alienation potion can act as a shield for you, with a strength equivalent to the defense of an armor protection spell."

Without waiting for everyone to discuss,

Snape took out the props he had prepared in advance:

"Next, I will play the experimental footage recorded by the projection stone for you."

Snape put a palm-sized white crystal-like stone into a strangely shaped machine.

As the machine was running, a huge picture was projected in front of him.

Two masked wizards were fighting. Suddenly, one wizard was defeated and seriously injured. The winner was about to pursue the victory, but found that the injured wizard threw a potion bottle and sprinkled the potion all over the grass in front of him.

The originally weak grass suddenly grew wildly and turned into a dancing vine that made the winner flustered.

The injured wizard took the opportunity to use Apparition to leave.

The picture flashed and the vines were still waving, but this time the wizard was seriously injured and it was difficult to escape, and the opponent found the right opportunity. He used an attack spell but was blocked by the vines.

Then the injured kept dropping potions and successfully delayed his companions to save him.

Then, various terrains.

Fire test.

Defense test, growth rate test.

Friendly and enemy test.

Each test opened everyone's eyes and shocked them at the power of this potion.

The Minister of Magic, Millicent Barnold, who had originally looked casual, became serious at this moment.

She stared at the projected image and was reluctant to miss a single detail.

Even if the other wizards were not like this, they were all silent and wide-eyed.

The test was over.

Snape took out the projection stone. Before he could say anything, some wizards couldn't wait to ask:

"Master Snape, is this the new potion you brewed?"

"Master Snape, how much is this potion for sale? The Ministry of Magic is willing to buy a large amount.

Of course, if you are willing to sell the formula, we will also give you a satisfactory price."

Millicent Barnold asked sincerely.

Who knew that Snape actually shook his head:

"I'm sorry, this is not the potion I made so I can't decide who owns it."

""You didn't make it? Then who made it?"

Everyone was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

But some clever wizards began to ask Mr. Foley.

Since it was not the potion made by Snape, and everyone was at Foley's house, it was self-evident who the owner of the potion was.

""Master Foley, did you make this magical potion?"

A short and fat wizard asked respectfully.

The other wizards also looked at Mr. Foley, expecting their answer.

However, they did not put their hopes on Foley.���They thought it was the work of a potion master who had joined the Foley family.

After all, how could someone who couldn't even make the Felicity Potion come up with such a novel idea?

At this moment, some wizards who belonged to the same potion family had already begun to think about what means they could use to dig this wizard to their side.

Mr. Foley shook his head:

"This is not me. However, the person who made this potion has a close relationship with me. Why don't you guess?"

Everyone was not surprised, and they began to think of the more famous potion master in the Free family.

"Kent Free? Albert's uncle is just a distant relationship."

The wizard next to him refuted the speculation as soon as he said it: