At this time, the Harris Manor was filled with guests. According to the previous invitation, the wedding would be witnessed by at least three hundred guests. In addition to the relatives of Harris and Dracul who were about to be married, people from all walks of life in the magic world were gathered here. From the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, the patriarchs of the pure-blood families who intended to get closer to Family Harris, to the professors and students of Hogwarts, they were all gathered here.
The adepts in ancient blue robes held on to the seating charts and led the adepts, who were dressed in different and extravagant clothing, through the manor. They helped guide the guests to the appropriate seats. The waiters in white French-style waiters served dishes of snacks and wine that were particularly refreshing and tempting in the summer, providing something to fill the stomachs of the guests before the main meal.
The guests would enjoy a variety of delicacies carefully cooked by the best wizard chefs today. The variety was so rich that it could cater to most of the guests' tastes. The theme of today's dishes was from the current location, Harris' hometown, and the country of the bride's family.
The reorganized band of naughty fairies had already stood on the stage. The fat Boardman, who looked a bit like Sirius Blake, was singing in a low voice. His lute constantly blew out a string of smoky images to accompany his lyrics. The style was a little conservative for young people, but it was sweet and happy enough.
Some magical creatures with gentle temperament, such as unicorns and birds, were also running around the garden, or hiding in the teacups to play friendly pranks on the guests.
Hermione held her parents' hands and appeared at the gate of the Harris Manor. They were picked up by the magic car of the Umbrella Group. Today, Hermione was very elegantly dressed. She wore a red dress and her hair was elegantly combed, but she did not steal the glamour of the bride at all.
Under the guidance of the wizards, who were actually clergymen, the Granger family walked on the thick purple carpet to the wedding hall in the manor's main hall where the wedding ceremony would be held.
After entering the house, the Granger couple felt that the wedding venue was more like the Senate of Congress than the Muggle Church. The Granger family had temporarily cast a Traceless Stretching Spell on the hall and the benches that were temporarily placed in a circle.
The whole house was decorated with blue and white brocade, giving a feeling of rich family history. In order to make the wedding look more high-class and magnificent, Owen, who was like a little nouveau riche, even displayed some of the magic treasures in his family collection. In fact, a few of them were actually from the Blake family.
There were already many wizards loitering around the walls. Not only did they look at the magic treasures, but they could also communicate with the many magic portraits that were hand-drawn by ancient wizards. The appearance of the portraits of the former headmasters of Hogwarts did not surprise them, but the appearance of Helga Hufflepuff was a big deal. Especially when Lady Loina Ravenclaw was proved to be alive in a higher form and had a close relationship with Harris, no one doubted the authenticity of the portrait.
Professor Pomona Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff School of Hogwarts, who came to the wedding, was especially excited. If it were not for the presence of the Undead Knight and the Giant guarding the treasure portrait, she probably would have directly taken it instead of shouting and trying to invite the founder of Hufflepuff to leave a portrait in the lounge of Hufflepuff.
At this time, at the gate of Harris Manor, three colorful figures appeared out of thin air after a burst of black fog. As soon as they were brought into the manor, they attracted the attention of the photographers and the love of the cameras. These young witches were amazingly beautiful. Some of the witches were obviously of the Enchanter bloodline. Their long silver hair fluttered behind their heads even though there was no wind. Their skin was as soft and bright as the moon. Strange flowers and magic birds trembled on the witches' hats, and precious gems sparkled on the neckties of many wizards.
These witches were still chattering outside the manor, but when they entered the manor and saw so many reporters and cameras, they quieted down. One by one, they walked through the garden with light steps, following the footsteps of the blue-robed wizards, and walked along the purple carpet to the wedding hall.
Daisy, who was also dressed up today, was about to go and greet them, but she noticed that Lunn, who was beside her, seemed to be a little distracted because of the characteristics of the witches' bloodline. Daisy looked around and pushed her brother in the direction of the witches. She smiled and said, "Cousin is here! Lunn, those silver-haired ones should be our new Enchanter cousins … Hermione's mother will receive them, but I think they may need someone to help them understand British customs. Lunn, go and take care of them for me. I have to wait here for the Tonks. "
Lunn, who was fascinated by Daisy's sudden movement, was awakened by her sudden movement. His face flushed red, and he involuntarily raised his arm to adjust his necktie. He unconsciously took two steps forward, but stopped timidly and said, "What should I say to them? Maybe they'll be interested in the strange cases I've tried? "
"Don't! You know these Frenchmen often think we're too conservative and old-fashioned … You should be more humorous. You know they boast a sense of humor, but in our eyes, it's actually quite crude and vulgar … "Daisy seriously advised her brother, and then suddenly her eyes turned." Oh, be careful. Hibiscus Chinensis seems to have told Mother that these cousins are not very good at English. "
Lunn's fingertips dug into his clenched fist, but he did not look at the Enchanter cousins again. He, who had regained his rationality, regained his usual calm and self-controlled manner of an elite in the workplace. "Daisy, you're in charge of the International Department of Magic Cooperation, so you must be good at French. You'd better go."
"I don't want to receive her cousins." Daisy crossed her arms in front of her chest. She forcibly suppressed the urge to laugh and snorted seriously. She raised her chin and said, "I'll teach you a few words. They can still understand the general English."
After that, Daisy whispered to Lunn. Lunn, who had learned a few words of French, silently recited a few words and memorized the pronunciation with his good memory. As if he felt that he was a little too enthusiastic, Lunn was a little embarrassed and coughed softly twice. His eyes were fixed on the Enchanter cousins not far away. He tugged at his suit and walked over with his head held high.
The French girls were softly chatting and laughing. When they saw Lunn walking over, they looked at him curiously and took the initiative to greet him enthusiastically. "Bonjour?"
Lunn stood tall and straight, with a confident smile on his handsome face. He looked at them and said in a friendly but broken French, "Aunt, Aunt, Happy New Year! You're my uncle, and I'm your grandson! "
The smiles of the beautiful girls suddenly froze on their faces. Some of them stared at Lunn in disbelief, and the hair on their heads that was moving without wind also stopped.
Although Lunn was surprised by their reaction, he still copied the few words of French that he had just memorized and continued to speak the so-called French in the same tone that Daisy taught him. "Um … please allow me to introduce myself to you … I'm Lunn Harris. You're my aunt … I'm your grandson."
"Cousin Lun... you understand what I'm saying." The tallest silver-haired girl covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed coquettishly in a London accent that was even more perfect than Hibiscus'. "But cousin, you're mistaken about the seniority. If I'm your aunt, you're my nephew. No matter what, you can't be my grandson." (Author's Note: Actually, it would be even better if Jiang Wen used the Tangshan accent.)
"Ahahaha, Cousin Lunn, don't tell me you've been fooled by some bad guy in French?" A girl with silver curly hair trembled with laughter. Although this girl's accent was the same as Hibiscus Chinensis's, Lunn could understand it completely.
Finally, a girl with long hair in the middle and a headband raised her hand generously and gently pulled Lunn, who knew that he had been tricked by Daisy and was completely at a loss, to sit beside her. Then, she said to Lunn in fluent English in a gentle tone, "Cousin Lunn, what other French did that bad guy teach you? Let's hear it and we'll help you distinguish it. "
Perhaps Daisy's joke really worked and made Lunn closer to each other, or the silver-haired girls were naturally more enthusiastic. Anyway, at this time, Lunn was indeed surrounded by the chattering of the mixed-blood girls.
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