At this time, Harris Manor is full of guests, and according to the reply to the previous invitation, the wedding will be witnessed by at least 300 guests, in addition to the relatives of Harris and Delacul, who are about to be united, people from all walks of life in the wizarding world will gather here, from high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, pure-blood family patriarchs who are interested in getting closer to the Harris family, to professors and students like Hogwarts.

The wizards in the blue ancient robes pinched the seating table and led the wizards in different clothes and costumes through the manor, helping to guide the guests to the right seats. Dressed in white French-style waiter uniforms, the waiters served dishes of small snacks and drinks that were particularly refreshing and tempting in the summer, providing guests with something to fill their stomachs before the main meal.

Guests will be treated to a variety of dishes prepared by the best wizard chefs to cater to the tastes of most guests – between the current location, Harris's hometown and the country of the bride's family, with the theme of today's dishes coming from all three countries.

The reorganized mischievous goblins were on stage, and the chubby Bodman, who looked a bit like Sirius Black, was singing in a low voice, his lute constantly spewing out a string of smoky images, and all kinds of images were attached to his lyrics, staging a somewhat conservative style for young people, but sweet enough to be happy and happy.

Some mild-mannered magical creatures such as unicorns and birds and snakes also run around the garden, hiding in teacups and playing friendly pranks on some of the guests.

Hermione took her parents' hands and appeared at the door of Harris Manor, where they were picked up by the Umbrella Group's magical car. Today's Hermione is very generous and elegant, wearing a red dress, and her hair is elegantly combed, but she will not steal the bride's grace at all.

Guided by a wizard who is actually a clergyman, the Granger family walked through the thick purple carpet to the wedding chapel where the wedding ceremony was held in the main hall of the manor.

Once inside, the auditorium, which had been improvised with the Traceless Stretching Charm and the benches that had been improvised in a circle, made the Granger couple feel that the wedding scene was more like the Senate of Congress than their Muggle church.

The whole house is decorated with blue and white brocade to give people a very thick sense of family history, and in order to make this wedding look more high-standard and magnificent, some of the little nouveau riche Owen even exhibited some of the family's collection of magic treasures and put them all on display - in fact, even a few of them are actually from the Black family.

There were already many wizards hanging around the walls, not only to check out the magical objects, but also to communicate with the many hand-painted magical portraits of ancient wizards hanging on the walls, such as the appearance of the former headmasters of Hogwarts did not surprise them, but the presence of Helga Hufflepuff on them was not a small matter - especially since Lady Rowena Ravenclaw was proven to be alive in some higher ways and had a great relationship with Harris, no one doubted the authenticity of the portrait.

Professor Pomona Sprout, the Hufflepuff Headmaster of Hogwarts School, who came to attend the wedding, was particularly excited, if it weren't for the presence of the Necromantic Knights and Giants guarding the treasure portraits, she would have gotten straight into the hands instead of just shouting there, trying to invite her founder to leave a painting in the Hufflepuff common room.

At this time, at the entrance of Harris Manor, three more brightly colored figures appeared out of thin air after a burst of black fog, they had just been brought into the manor to win the attention of photographers and the favor of cameras, these young faces were amazingly beautiful, several of them witches obviously had the blood of Meiwa, long silver hair fluttered behind their heads without wind, their skin glowed like the moon, strange flowers and magical birds fluttered on the hats of witches, and precious gems sparkled on the bow ties of many wizards.

The witches were still chattering outside the manor, but when they entered the manor and saw so many reporters and cameras, they quieted down, and one by one they took a twisted posture and walked lightly through the garden, following the blue-robed wizard along the purple carpet towards the wedding hall.

Daisy, who had dressed up well today, was about to go over to say hello, but she noticed that Lunn beside her seemed to be a little unrelenting because of the characteristics of the other party's bloodline, her eyes wandered, Daisy pushed her brother in the direction of the group of witches, and said with a smile: "Cousin is here! Lunn, those silver-haired ones should be our new cousins... Hermione's mother would have received them, but I think they might need someone to help them understand English customs, Lunne, come and look after them for me, I'll have to wait here for Tonks. ”

Fascinated by Daisy's abrupt movements, Lunn's face turned red, he involuntarily raised his arm to straighten his bow tie, unconsciously took two steps forward, but timidly stopped, and said, "What can I tell them? Maybe they will be interested in the bizarre cases I have tried?"

"Don't! You know these French guys often think we're too conservative... You should be humorous, you know that their self-proclaimed sense of humor is actually quite rude and vulgar to us..."Daisy gave her brother a serious advice, and then suddenly her eyes rolled, "Oh, be careful, Fleur seems to have told her mother that these cousins are not very good at English. ”

Lunn's fingertips picked at the palm of his fist, but he didn't look at the cousins of Meiwa anymore and regained his senses, but at this time, his face returned to his usual calm and self-contained demeanor of a workplace elite, "Daisy, you are in charge of the International Magic Cooperation Division, you must be good at French, so you should go." ”

"I'm not going to entertain her cousin. Daisy crossed her arms in front of her chest, she forcibly suppressed her urge to laugh, snorted very seriously, raised her chin and said, "I'll teach you a few words, they can still understand the general English." ”

After speaking, Daisy whispered to Len, who learned a few words of French, and Len, who had learned a few words of French, silently recited a few sentences and memorized the pronunciation with good memory, as if he felt that he was a little too positive, Lenn coughed lightly twice with some embarrassment, and his eyes were fixed on the few Meiwa cousins not far away, he pulled the suit and dress on his body, and walked over with his head held high.

The French girls were talking and laughing softly, and when they saw Lunn walking over, their eyes turned to him curiously, and they took the initiative to greet him warmly: "Bonjour (French Bonjour)?"

Lunn stood tall, with a director-level confident smile on his handsome face, looked at them, and said in French in a friendly but lame manner: "Happy New Year, auntie! You are my uncle, and I am your grandson!"

The smiles of several beautiful girls suddenly froze on their faces, and they stared at Lunn with some confusion, and the windless hair on the top of their heads also stagnated.

Although Lunn was surprised by the other party's reaction, he still drew a few words of French that he had just memorized in one breath, and continued to speak in the so-called French in the tone that Daisy had taught him: "Hmm...... Allow me to introduce you to... I'm Lunn Harris, and you're my aunt... I am your grandson. ”

"Cousin Lunn... I understood what I said. The tallest silver-haired girl covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and said with a very pure London accent that was more standard than Hibiscus, "But cousin, your seniority has diverged, if I am your aunt, you are my nephew, you can't be my grandson." (Author's note: In fact, you can think of Jiang Wen's use of Tangshan dialect, the effect is better.) )

"Aha, cousin Lunn, you can't be fooled by some scoundrel in French, are you?" a silver, curly-haired girl shuddered with laughter - this girl's accent was the same as Fleur's, but it was completely clear to Lunn.

Finally, the middle-parted cousin with long hair and a headband raised her hand generously, and gently pulled Lunn, who knew about Daisy's evil deeds but was completely overwhelmed for a while, to sit beside her, and then she said softly to Lenn in fluent English: "Cousin Lunn, what other French did that scoundrel teach you? ”

I don't know if Daisy's joke really played a role in bringing Lunn closer to each other, or if the silver sisters were more enthusiastic by nature, anyway, at this time, Lunn was indeed surrounded by the chatter of the mixed-race babies.