The Phoenix Anca was still going on, but the benches that everyone was sitting on began to emit a faint blue light and tremble slightly. The guests felt as if there was a hook behind their navels that suddenly hooked forward with irresistible force. Then, they knew that their feet left the ground and flew forward like a gust of wind. They couldn't see anything clearly, and the benches under them seemed to have a magnetic force that stuck them to it.
When they regained control of their senses, they found that they had been transferred from the benches in the wedding hall to the dining tables in the banquet hall.
The guests who were transported by the Door Key felt as if they were by the sea. The carpet rippled like waves, and the waves spread out from the center. Chairs with different colored ribbons were gathered around the long table covered with a white tablecloth. The Naughty Fairies, who had been waiting there, began to play melodious music on the gradually rising stage. As the music played, the thick magenta carpet in the center of the venue surrounded by the dining tables seemed to melt. It spread out from the center, and the color became lighter and lighter, finally forming a dance floor that looked like a blue ocean.
A huge wedding cake and countless bottles of wine were floating in the crowd. The wedding cake was a traditional multi-layer cake decorated with classic British flowers. It was written with the words "H&D" representing Albert and Hibiscus Chinensis. The four corners of the cake were decorated with English roses, French vanilla irises, and German blue cornflower cream lace. There were two phoenixes on top, and when everything was done, they would spread their wings and take off.
Other than some drinks for the children, the drinks were mainly French champagne, some Scotch whiskey, and German stout. From time to time, the wine glasses of the guests were filled according to the color of the ribbons on the chairs.
Mrs. Granger, who had never experienced the Door Key before, had yet to recover from the Door Key fainting. She was a little confused as she looked at the glass in front of her being filled with champagne. Suddenly, a small round plate appeared on the table in front of her, with seven snails on it.
"Sorry mom, I forgot to tell you in advance that you don't like baked snails." Hermione had no qualms about the door key, but when she saw the appetizer, she quickly apologized.
"It's alright, Hermione. The magical world is much more interesting than I thought …" Mr. Granger, on the other hand, did not feel dizzy. Picking up a pair of pliers and a double-toothed fork, he skillfully took out a ball of snail meat covered with garlic and parsley cream and put it into his mouth. "Compared to the one we had when we were traveling in Dijon, France that year, it's not sticky and hard to chew. The taste is a bit similar to mussels.
"Hibiscus Chinensis is from the south of France. This is their taste." Hermione clapped her hands to make the snails in front of her disappear. She then went to the next dish and changed places with her mother.
"I'm sorry … I overheard your conversation just now. Actually, I don't dare to eat the Frenchman's stuff, so I went to the next dish in advance …" A big male wizard with short blond hair and a reddish-brown wizard robe said to Mrs. Granger in a friendly manner. "Oh, look where my etiquette is … I'm Ernie McMillan's father. Ernie really likes Miss Granger's homework plan … Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, you've raised your daughter very well."
Mrs. Granger quickly put down the glass of pale golden champagne that was emitting small and uniform bubbles and responded with a polite smile, "Hello, Mr. McMillan. I've heard Hermione mention your son, Ernie. He may be one of the few people who really likes Hermione's homework plan." Today's encounter at the wedding had changed the Muggle couple's impression of the wizards. Hermione's identity in the Umbrella Corporation was now known to everyone. Besides, Allen's recent forceful drive of Lord Voldemort had made many people recognize the reality and bow down to Harris. Many of the wizards were even humbling themselves to please him.
"Mr. McMillan, Ernie's performance in the training class is very good, unlike Harry and Jenny. They complained that I overstepped my boundaries and arranged the revision plan for them a few months ago …" Hermione complained. She then looked at the pureblood patriarch in front of her, who had helped Allen because of Sirius's suggestion during the school board meeting. She nodded. Ernie's son, Ernie, was sometimes arrogant and domineering, but this tall and strong Hufflepuff family was different from other purebloods. They did not hate Muggle. Although Ernie's judgment was a little arbitrary, he was smart and could be considered as the best Hufflepuff after Cedric Diggory.
Mr. Granger clinked his glass with McMillan's, which made the big wizard very happy. His tone was even more relaxed as he pointed at the delicately arranged lamb chop that had just appeared on the table, exuding a tempting aroma, and said with a somewhat proud tone, "This lamb chop is one of the traditional dishes of the wizard wedding banquet. Minced mint leaves are soaked in vinegar, which can suppress the aroma of the lamb and make it more refreshing. Madam, you must try it... Dip it in that mint sauce, it's very tasty and refreshing."
"Thank you. As a traditional dish, Welsh lamb is of the best quality. It's also one of my favorite dishes. " Mrs. Granger did not know whether to laugh or cry. The enthusiastic wizard in front of her obviously thought that she had never eaten this dish before.
McMillan stood there awkwardly. He thought that this was a dish unique to wizards.
"When my mother cooks this dish, she likes to add more mint and tomatoes. This way, it can provide more nutrients." Hermione shook her head with a wry smile, but she could not be angry about this invisible discrimination. It originated from the fact that wizards did not know Muggle well, and the pure-blood patriarch in front of her was able to teach his son to become friends with a Muggle wizard. Obviously, he did not have any real bad intentions.
At this time, the crisp sound of glasses being knocked sounded, and the banquet hall became quiet. Everyone looked over and saw the father of the groom, Owen Harris, the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, and his wife, Morgan-le-feil Rosier Harris, stood up.
"Mr. McMillan, after the banquet, the Harris family seems to be preparing to have a private talk with the patriarchs of other families like yours. I think if there is anything else, we can talk about it later." Hermione said and pointed in the direction of Owen, indicating that the toast was about to start and interrupted the conversation between them. McMillan, who was embarrassed, thanked her again and turned his attention to the parents of the groom.
After knocking the glass, Owen Harris looked at all the guests with a smile, and his deep voice was full of joy. He gave a wedding toast that seemed a little too traditional and formal, but there was nothing wrong with it. After he finished speaking and everyone took a sip, they realized that the couple had no intention of sitting down.
"… After giving our blessings to Albert and Hibiscus Chinensis, my husband Owen and I also have some private news that we would like to announce to everyone …" Morgan-le-feil looked at her husband with an elegant smile and full of love. "My children are completely unaware of this matter. Owen thinks that we should keep it a secret for the time being and let them feel this surprise."
All the wizards were a little surprised, and Harris' children looked at each other. Hibiscus Chinensis noticed that her husband, Albert, and sister-in-law, Daisy, seemed to be trembling.
Emily suddenly leaned back as if she knew something. She pulled Allen beside her and said, "I know!" Allen was also a little confused by this incident. Luna was full of doubts in his mind. "Allen, why did Lunn suddenly start praying to me? … Oh … I see … "
Hearing this, Allen turned his head and looked at Lunn beside him. She really did close her eyes and mumbled something. Just as he was about to ask, he heard his father continue.
"I am very happy to announce …" Owen's face was full of smiles as he whetted everyone's appetite. "I am very happy to announce to everyone that Family Harris is about to welcome a new life … My wife, Morgan-le-feil, is now pregnant with our Family Harris' offspring once again …"
After a brief silence in the banquet hall, a burst of congratulations and warm applause broke out. Harris' table was covered by the applause.
"Merlin, can't they just stop?" Albert and Daisy both covered their faces with their hands and complained to their siblings in a low voice. "This time we won't be responsible for changing diapers …"
"Ravenclaw … I was just praying that they wouldn't talk about this …" Lunn was also on the verge of breaking down. "Allen, hurry up and tell Luna to bless us with more sisters … This way, we can push the responsibility to Daisy and Emily and let them take care of them …"
"I guessed it just now, Alan! Mom's stomach hasn't been well lately, and she likes drinking lemon juice so much … "Emily was quite happy. She didn't know how hard it was to take care of her siblings. She had grown up a little and didn't want to continue being the Harris' youngest child, so she didn't even want to be the flower girl and gave the opportunity to the other three girls.
Owen looked at the reaction of the children and the crowd with a smirk. "According to the magic test, Morgan-le-feil is pregnant with twins, two little witches …"
Allen was stunned. "… Ravenclaw really blessed us … Seven is a magical number …"
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