"I think I misheard, Albus." Bathilda Bassat thought she was having auditory hallucinations.

Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Bathilda looked at the guests and said, "It's been a long time since I've been to a place like this."

"You can move around more," Dumbledore said, "and there's a lot of novelty out there."

"Really?" Bathilda is not very interested, she is already a senior otaku.

If it weren't for Weasley's wedding invitation, she wouldn't have come this time.

Suddenly, Bathilda's eyes rubbed as if they were uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore was about to treat Bathilda to dessert when he saw Bathilda rubbing his eyes constantly.

"I think I'm blinded, Albus." Bathilda looked in one direction and said dumbfoundedly, "I feel like I'm seeing an acquaintance."

Dumbledore followed her gaze and saw John.

Dumbledore didn't speak, he got up and walked in Moody's direction.

He knew that John didn't want anyone to bother at this time.

"Albus, do you think that kid is familiar?" Bathilda always had a sense of familiarity, and she looked back to see that Dumbledore had already walked away, "Albus?"

John walked over to Bathilda and sat down.

"Hello boy, but I think the people in that position will have to come back." Bathilda still didn't remember.

John looked at the old woman who had helped him in his most difficult times, and he smiled, "Hello, my name is John Wick."

"Wick?" Bathilda was inexplicably happy when she heard this surname, "I also know one, he is a good boy, his name is ......."

Bathilda's expression froze again, and he couldn't remember what this person's name was, and he couldn't remember what the other party looked like.

She wondered, "What's his name?"

"Joel," John said in a soft voice as he reached out to take the old man's crumpled palm, "his name is Joel Wick."

"Joel, Joel......" In Bathilda's cloudy memory, a young man with white hair appeared.

The teenager in the mind of the emotionally dull old man gradually became clear.

The boy who turned the leaky roof of his house into a skylight.

That pitiful boy.

The boy who left.

Everything came slowly.

A warm feeling came from the back of Bathilda's hand.

She remembered.

The appearance of the white-haired boy gradually overlapped with the black-haired boy in front of him.

Bathilda murmured, "Joel."

"I'm here," John smiled, "ma'am."

"You said we'd see you again." Bathilda looked at the unchanged teenager in front of her in a complicated manner, and she looked down at the two hands.

One is old, the other is still young.

Bathilda smiled, the old man with sluggish feelings, laughing happily.

"I'm an old woman, child."

She looked at John and said, "You're still the same young."

Reaching out to touch John's face, Bathilda said, "Your eyes are good, but you look distressing."

John didn't mind her movements, but there was a throbbing in his eyes, and he smiled, "I'm growing too, you're getting old, ma'am."

The two of them seem to have gone back to a hundred years ago, when the nerd Bathilda and the white-haired blind boy were at that time.

Bathilda said with emotion, "This goodbye has made people wait for a long time."

The white-haired boy who was adopted changed in a blink of an eye.

It only took a few seconds to unravel the memory, but a hundred years have passed.

The old woman's emotion brought tears to her eyes, and John said gently, "I am glad to see you again."

"I'm just as happy."

In Bathilda's eyes, there seemed to be two other teenagers beside the white-haired teenager.

But they

Already an old man.

The reunion between the two is interrupted when Fred's wedding begins.

The laughter is very much in line with Fred Magpie's character.

Mrs. Weasley had planned to arrange for a band to come and perform, and to make the wedding more solemn, and to have her sons dress formally.

But Fred didn't like this, he made a special note, wear his favorite clothes, and note that he can wear whatever he likes.

So at the wedding, John saw people wearing wizarding robes, as well as people in beach pants and pajamas.

Harry didn't see Mrs. Weasley, and asked in confusion, "Where has Mrs. Weasley gone?"

Ron said; "She was tricked into going to the kitchen by Fred, who wanted to use a full-body bondage charm to keep her home until the wedding."

"Why?" Harry didn't understand the purpose of doing this.

Ron was surprised, "You don't know how scary she is, and she wants the symphony here."

Ron shuddered at the thought of that scene and said, "That's why not kill us."

Harry thought about it, and felt terrifying.

The wedding officially begins.

Mr. Weasley tugged at his bow tie, a little tight.

Mrs. Weasley wore a new purple robe and an ornate jeweled hat from her twins.

The smiles on their faces couldn't be closed, but Fred and George still didn't escape Mrs. Weasley's murder.

They had large white roses stuck in their buttonholes.

Bill was a little depressed when he saw this, and Charlie patted his brother on the shoulder and told him to forget about Fleur.

But how could a girl like Fleur forget?

Golden balloons rise into the sky.

Angelina took her father, Mr. Johnson, by the hand and walked along the lilac carpet.

As the guests took their seats, Fred took Angelina's hand from Mr. Johnson.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Ron complained, "He's serious at this point."

The wizard officiating at the wedding asked Fred, "Fred Weasley, would you like to marry Angelina Johnson......

With two affectionate expressions of willingness, the wizard announced, "I declare you partners for life!"

Mrs. Weasley covered her face with a lace handkerchief and wept quietly.

Hagrid was also there, and he, a macho man with a soft heart, was crying when he pulled out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.

Ariana sat next to John, staring at the wedding with her eyes motionless.

John was also a little touched, touched Ariana's head and said, "You will marry in the future."

Ariana blinked, and Luna said earnestly; "That's not a rose, it's a new Weasley firework."

Her father, Mr. Lovegou, was also studying it carefully.

Just as the wizard was about to announce that he would put the band on the stage.

John saw the corners of Fred's mouth curl up, and this action meant that he didn't want to get married plainly.

"Ladies and gentlemen......

"Whoa—"

"Bang!"

Fred tore off the white rose and held it up, cheering, "Carnival!"

The white roses in his hands bloomed, and flew out into many white doves.

Pop those rising golden balloons and drop them into large candy bubbles.

Immediately after that, the white tent for the wedding flew up.

Weasley's Magic Trick Workshop fireworks fly up and detonate in the air to change colors.

The originally arranged sensational music band ripped off its clothes and turned it into a lively and cheerful music.

Many glasses fell from the sky, and a champagne tower was erected, piled up as high as Hagrid.

The corners of John's mouth curled, and sure enough, silence was not their melody, only carnival was.

Mrs. Weasley was stunned and was quickly dragged over to dance.

Fredra danced strangely with Angelina,

Both of them burst out laughing.

The two sides of the back of his tuxedo fell, turning into two boisterous magpies flying past the wedding, shuttling through every laughter.

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