Wedding March (1)
"So, when are you going to get married?" Hermione suddenly turned around.
She asked.
Harry, who was holding a large box of colored cannons, staggered.
Fortunately, he did not slip down the stairs, but it took him a long time to come back to his senses. "What did you say?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
She waved her magic wand and suspended the balloons in front of her one by one over the auditorium, staying with the tied flowers.
She said in an extremely firm tone, "You know that the legal age for wizards to get married is seventeen, right?" She glanced sideways at Harry, who was blushing. "You'll be seventeen next month."
"I thought the legal age for marriage meant that you can get married at the age of seventeen,
Not 'must' get married. "Harry distinguished the difference between the two.
"But..." Hermione stared at Harry.
"You've been living together for more than two years, right? Two healthy adult men living together,
With the marriage laws of the magic world,
You're almost legal partners. "
"That's two years from now …" Harry squatted down and drew circles on the ground. Anyway, he wouldn't be considered an adult until next month.
Not far away, someone called Hermione for help, and the young witch answered,
While kindly advising her friend, "If it's a problem with Principal Snape,
You'd better think about how to persuade him, otherwise... ahem, I think,
With his character,
He won't do anything to you... ahem... "
What are you coughing for? Harry raised his head,
Looked at his friend in confusion for a second, and then understood the message from Hermione's strange expression,
Immediately from his ears to his neck.
"Ahem... this is not good for your relationship." Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder,
And turned to help set up the venue,
Leaving Harry alone in the corner with a box of colored cannons in a daze.
It was June 1st, 1997, and would also be Harry's last Children's Day in Hogwarts, as well as the graduation ceremony. In fact, almost all of the seventh graders had been practicing in various fields for half a year, and they had only rushed back for the upcoming graduation ceremony. It was also a rare occasion for Harry and the others to gather together. Everyone was a little excited, so they were unusually active in celebrating this festival that had little to do with them.
Ron forcibly moved a merry-go-round into the venue, and then hurriedly escaped from the little witch's sight before Hermione came up with another idea. He turned around and saw Harry squatting by the side in a daze, so he went up to him and asked enthusiastically, "Hey, what's the matter, brother?"
Ron had been running errands for Tonks recently, and he wanted to apply for the Auros organization. His whole body was tanned, but he also looked tougher and more mature. Harry looked at his brother for a while and asked, "Where's Drac?"
The seventeen-year-old Ron Weisles was no longer angry about his relationship with Malfoy the Elder. He just smiled and replied, "She's tied up by Malfoy the Elder. Their family's business... well, you know, it's getting bigger and bigger." Investing in Snape's magic research lab was a curiosity step, and now almost no one would dig up the background of the Malfoys' Death Eaters.
Ron did not say, but Harry understood that Lucius Malfoy was not optimistic about the relationship between the two, so he did not intend to leave time for his son to date. "How long have you not seen each other?"
"It's not difficult to see each other, we can video chat... but I'm drilled to death by Tonks every day. When I go back to the dormitory at night, I just want to lie down and sleep. Drac also rarely has time to rest..." Scratching his head, Ron was also a little troubled. "We don't have time to video chat."
The relationship between little Auros and little CEO did not seem to be going well. Although they quarreled in school, they were still close. After graduation, they would have to consider the conflicts between their careers and families. Harry was worried about this, but Ron was not. "Drac will be here soon. If you have time in the afternoon, how about we get together?"
"I won't disturb you two. Anyway, Drac and I often see each other." Drac was in charge of Snape's magic research lab, so Harry often saw little Snape walking around Snape's house.
Ron cursed a harmless vulgarity, then wrinkled his nose. "You're with Snape every day, why are you sitting there with a frown? The seven-year itch? "Harry and Snape's ill-fated relationship had been going on for seven years. The Auro reserve suddenly became agitated. "Did you two have a fight? Or a fight? Why don't you dump that old man, and I'll introduce you to some young, handsome, and promising Auros... "
Harry slowly glared at Ron and sneered. "I think you're young, handsome, and promising. Why don't we give it a try?"
Ron stepped back three meters in an instant and shuddered. "Damn, Drac would never agree to a threesome!" And before Drac dismembered him, Snape would not leave him with a whole body.
After the joke, Harry did have some questions to ask. "Ron, have you thought about the future?"
Pure Gryffindor thought for two seconds and shrugged. "In the future, I'll just get into Auros and climb up step by step. I'll crack down on crime and realize the value of my life … As for becoming a CEO and reaching the pinnacle of life, I'll let Little Viper do it!"
"Then have you ever considered marrying a rich and beautiful woman?" Harry wanted to ask. "Have you ever considered marrying Drac?"
Marrying? Ron had never thought about it. He and Drac had gone from fighting to establishing a relationship, and they had been on the path of childhood sweethearts. He did not need to think too much about marriage.
"Marrying Drac..." But Harry pushed the question to him. Ron began to have a headache. "Malfoy the Elder will probably tear me apart first, then tear down the Shack, and finally frame me with seventeen or eighteen crimes. I'll be sentenced to seven or eight hundred years in Azkaban until I die!" Molly and Arthur would not be a problem.
The more he thought about it, the more panicked Ron became. He held his head and wailed, "No, I have to make the first move. I have to get Lucius Malfoy into Azkaban first. Harry, help me find evidence of tax evasion..."
"Calm down!" Harry hurriedly held Ron down and advised, "Speaking of making the first move, instead of having a love-hate relationship with Malfoy the Elder, why don't you drag Drac to the Ministry of Magic to get a marriage certificate first?"
"Will that work?" Ron raised his head and asked.
"... Why don't you give it a try?" Harry tried to make his expression look sincere.
Therefore, Ron, who trusted Harry, did not doubt his good friend's intentions. After thinking for a while, he could not hold back his excitement and went out to look for Drac.
Harry also stood up and distributed the colored firecrackers in the box to the first and second year wizards who came and went. Ron's situation was different from his. Although he could not beat Drac in a fight, nor could he beat Drac in an argument, when it came to matters of the heart, it was mostly the hot-blooded Ron who was able to persuade the reserved Drac. However, Snape was not reserved. He was just stubborn, shameless, and strong-willed.
The stubborn, shameless, and strong-willed principal Snape locked himself in his office and read documents. He was not interested in the graduation ceremony where the whole school was enthusiastic and enthusiastic. He only planned to show his face later. In fact, he was not interested in the affairs of the whole school. If it were not for the shameless elopement of the old bee to Germany, and Professor Mcgonagall having to take care of the orphanage, he would have already submitted his resignation letter and focused on his own magic potion research.
Just as Principal Snape was thinking about whether to pass the position to Flitwick or Snape, the office door was suddenly pushed open (Snape preferred to say "kicked"). A werewolf walked in angrily and slammed his hand on the desk, shouting angrily, "Snape, when are you going to marry Harry?"
Snape was shocked. No, Snape did not even blink. He just calmly signed his name at the end of the document and put it in the folder. After that, he looked up at Lupin and said, "Ah, Professor Lupin, how is Mrs. Lupin doing these days?" If he was not a werewolf, perhaps he would be a suitable candidate? Speaking of which, the public's prejudice against werewolves was not that strong anymore.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Snape's calmness made Lupin a little less aggressive, but he remembered his friend's request. He had to get this done today, so he pulled out a chair and sat opposite Snape. "Snape, you have to know that Harry will be seventeen next month. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, it's the legal age for marriage."
Snape's voice sounded quite smooth. "I thought the legal age for marriage meant that marriage was allowed, not compulsory?"
Staring at the old acquaintance who had become more and more stubborn in recent years, Lupin said softly, "We all know that Harry is a young and handsome boy. I mean, he's actually quite popular outside. He's a handsome, amiable wizard writer..."
Thinking of the novels Harry wrote, Snape frowned slightly and showed a look of disdain. "Unfortunately, maybe you've all been fooled by the halo of the savior Potter. I don't have any 'famous' or 'attractive' outstanding people here, only a cunning, annoying, and reckless Potter."
"So, you don't plan to marry Harry, Snape?" Lupin asked helplessly.
"So, fame is no longer enough to satisfy Harry Potter. Does he need more romantic relationships?" Snape's tone was harsh as he avoided the topic.
"Merlin!" Lupin decided to accept Sirius's suggestion. He stood up and said with a cold face, "If you don't care about Harry from the beginning to the end, we'll consider letting Harry move out of Spider Tail Alley. He's always had a room in Grimmauld Square..."
"I thought..." Snape shamelessly leaned back and said calmly, "I didn't imprison the savior... He's the one who's staying in my legal house."
The angry werewolf crushed the back of the chair and left, slamming the door.
Snape, who was left in his own office, crossed his arms and sat in the round-backed chair in silence for a moment. It was not until the clock reminded him that the celebration was about to begin that he tidied up his clothes and walked out of the office.
Due to the uniqueness of this batch of graduates, the celebration was exceptionally grand. Apart from the president of Saint Mungo's, the head of the Auror Division, and the head of the newspaper company, someone had invited Scrimgeour, who had been promoted to the Ministry of Magic. Snape shook hands with them one by one with a fake smile under Mag's surveillance. Then, he announced the start of the celebration. The noisy little animals suddenly pulled open the firecrackers together. Some of the firecrackers even floated onto Snape's lapel. He took it off and saw that it was printed with the Weisles logo.
Vice-principal Mag gave a serious and lively speech amidst the cheers of the crowd. Snape was bored out of his mind as he sat in the chairman's seat and stared blankly ahead. His stare made Harry, who was sitting in as an outstanding graduate, feel uneasy. Then, a ball of paper was thrown in front of the principal. He opened it and saw that the literature professor's handwriting was rather presumptuous: Look again! If you look again, I'll eat him up!
After clearing the ball of paper with a silent curse, Snape glared at Kamia. If she wasn't so unreliable, she could have replaced him as the principal!
Snape shifted his gaze and began to stare at the golden candlesticks in front of him. Harry, on the other hand, began to fidget in his seat. Drac and Hermione, who were silently preparing their speeches, began to look sideways. The two of them looked at each other across Harry.
You go!
I've already done it!
… That was rock-paper-scissors.
Drac threw out the rock. Hermione threw out the paper.
Little Malfoy admitted that he was unlucky. He poked Harry and asked, "Potter, what are you fidgeting about?"
Harry, who was full of resentment, looked up at Drac and shook his head. "You don't have to say anymore. It's useless."
Drac, who was evaluated as "useless", did not mind and motioned to Hermione to take it.
Hermione covered her face. "Harry, have you thought about what I said before?"
Harry knocked his head on the table and said in a muffled voice, "It's useless. The professor won't marry me. "
The young witch, who had become sharper in recent years, said softly, "But how do you know if you don't try? Principal Snape is a more... uh, introverted person. It depends on you to take the initiative. " The point was, if no one came to give them a push, based on the current situation, it was estimated that the two of them would stay together until the day Snape lost interest in sex.
His voice was even more vague. "What if the professor doesn't want to?"
"Why would he not want to?!" Could it be that Snape and Harry had lived together for two years because of the teacher-student relationship?
His mouth was already buried in his collar. "What if he doesn't want to?"
Hermione frowned. "Harry, have you heard of forcing yourself on someone?"
"… Then you go first."
Mag was already motioning for Miss Granger to go on stage to speak. Hermione took a deep breath, stood up, and stuffed Harry into his robe.
The solemn and lively graduation ceremony finally ended in a peaceful atmosphere. No one knew what the famous Hogwarts graduate, Harry Potter, was struggling with on this day. People only remembered the glittering fairy dust when the colorful balloons exploded, and the fireworks specially provided by Weisles spelled out the words "Hogwarts" in the night sky. After that, this batch of outstanding graduates would disperse after getting drunk to their heart's content. They would go into all sorts of professions, even the muggle world, and even to foreign countries.
Then, Harry Potter, who was holed up in Spidertail Alley, suddenly received two wedding invitations from Ron Weisles and Hermione Granger. Other than the names of the newlyweds, there was only one line of words attached.
Ron: "Malfoy the Elder failed to kill me …"
Hermione: "I'm getting married! It's up to you! "
Harry was dizzy for a whole 10 minutes. He took out two bottles of tranquilizers before he could digest the two pieces of news.
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