"I'm not going to trust this guy anymore anyway, who knows if he's taken root with the Dark Lord. Ron said thoughtlessly, as if he had forgotten that he had also been under the Imperius Curse.

Ron was a bit extreme, but his fears weren't entirely groundless, as dark wizards from all over the world were flocking to the country to join Voldemort's army or accomplish other evil attempts, and the Ministry of Magic had printed pamphlets reminding the public to beware of strange wizards.

However, it is a bit too much to say that Krum defected to Voldemort, and he is not a dark wizard.

Probably, probably, perhaps, Ron was jealous of Krum's fame.

After all, as a world-renowned Quidditch player, the eyes of girls have never taken off him since he came in from Krum.

But then again, the others weren't as malicious to Krum as Ron, but they didn't like him very much.

The same was true of Fred and George, who led Krum far to the other end of the tent, where they sat among a bunch of Fleur's forty or fifty-year-old French relatives.

Soon, people stopped paying attention to Krum.

The warm tent was filled with nervous anticipation, and the buzzing of speech was punctuated by excited laughter. The Weasleys walked slowly down the aisle, smiling and waving to their relatives. Mrs. Weasley wore a new purple robe and a matching hat.

A moment later, Bill and Charlie were standing in front of the big tent, both dressed in gowns and robes, with large white roses in their buttonholes.

Fred whistled, and the group of cousins giggled.

Then music sounded, seemingly floating out of the golden balloons, and the crowd fell silent.

"Oh!" Hermione said, turning from her seat to the entrance.

Evan turned his head, and he saw the wizards gathered in the tent sigh in unison as Mister Delacour and Fleur walked down the passage.

Fleur had a lithe gait, and Mr. Delacour was jumping up and down, smiling all over his face.

He took Fleur's hand, which was wearing a very simple white dress that seemed to emit an intense silver glow around her body.

Normally, she always overshadows others when she is radiant, but today this silver light illuminates everyone more beautifully.

Ginny and Gabrielle both wore blonde dresses and looked even more beautiful than usual.

But compared to Fleur, the two of them have become a foil, which will only make people feel cute.

At this moment, beauty has become the exclusive noun of Fleur alone.

With everyone in the spotlight, Fleur walked up to Bill.

Suddenly, Bill became more radiant, and the scars from his battle at Hogwarts at the end of the previous semester were gone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a somewhat monotone voice, the little shabby-haired wizard who had presided over Dumbledore's funeral, who was now standing in front of Bill and Fleur, "and today we are gathered here to celebrate the union of two faithful souls......

"Yes, my headdress makes her all prettier," said Aunt Muriel, in a distant whisper, "but I must say that Ginny's dress is too low." ”

Ginny turned her face and smiled, winked at Harry, and hurried forward again.

Aven's face turned red when he saw Harry next to him, and he didn't know if he was looking at Fleur or Ginny behind her.

At this time, Hermione also grabbed Aven's arm with a little excitement, and the most critical moment was coming.

"William Arthur, will you marry Fleur Isabelle......?

Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour, who were seated in the front row, covered their faces with lace handkerchiefs and wept quietly, and from behind the big tent there was a sound of trumpets blowing, and everyone knew that Hagrid had pulled out a handkerchief the size of his tablecloth. Hermione turned to look at Evan with a smile in her eyes, tears in her eyes, and Evan held her hand tightly.

"I do!" Bill said in a loud voice.

"Fleur Isabel Delacour, would you marry William Arthur......"

"I do!"

“...... I declare you partners for life. The thick-haired wizard waved his wand high above Bill and Fleur's heads, and a large silver star fell on them, swirling around their bodies that were now tightly embraced. Fred and George led the applause, and the golden balloons overhead exploded: the bird of paradise and the little golden bell flew out of it and floated in the air, so that the noise of the audience was added to the sound of birds and bells.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" cried the thick-haired wizard, "please stand!"

Everyone stood up, and Aunt Muriel muttered a few grumblings.

The wizard waved his wand again, all the seats rose lightly and gracefully, the canvas of the big tent disappeared, and they stood under the canopy supported by golden pillars, and the view of the sun-drenched orchards and surrounding countryside was stunningly beautiful.

Then, a pool of molten gold spread out from the center of the tent, creating a golden dance floor. The chairs floating in mid-air automatically gathered around the small tables covered with white tablecloths, and floated back to the ground around the dance floor with light and grace, and the bands in golden shirts marched to the stage in unison.

"Awesome!"

"It's absolutely stunning. Ron exclaimed, "This was designed by Bill and Fleur, I never thought it would be so cool......"

"It's a good reference, we can learn from the wedding of the two of us......" Hermione said thoughtfully, and then she seemed to suddenly sound something, her face suddenly turned pink, and she looked at Evan a little evasively, "I mean, if you're going to marry me, you'll marry me, Evan right?"

"Don't say stupid things!" Hermione, the owner of the Evan Building, "I don't want you to marry, don't you think about ......"

Evan wasn't sure if Hermione had heard what he was saying, for there was another cheer from the front, and waiters came out from all directions, some carrying silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and flaming whiskey, others holding a large pile of crumbling pies and sandwiches.

"We should go over and congratulate them!" Hermione whispered, tiptoeing from Aven's arms as Bill and Fleur disappeared into the crowd of blessings.

"The waiter will have time later. Ron shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed a few glasses of butterbeer from a tray passing by, "We should go find a table first, take a good seat, and eat hard." No, don't go there, Harry, stay away from Muriel......"

"Come on, Aven, I want to go and congratulate Bill and Fleur now. Hermione said, "Let's both go over, okay?"