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Chapter six hundred and eighth wedding

"Ladies and gentlemen," Dumbledore's voice rang out on the stage after the newcomers were all in place, and he was standing on the high platform in front of the three couples at the moment, "We gather here today to celebrate the three To the union of faithful souls..."

"Yes, my tiara makes Fleur look prettier, but she's French," said an old lady in a far-off whisper, "and I have to say, Ginny's dress is open." too low."

"Who is this?" Ryan asked in a low voice, and Percy behind him immediately raised his head and said. "This is our Aunt Muriel. She borrowed the tiara on Fleur's head. It's a goblin's jewelry. But seriously, sometimes our aunt gets too involved, but think of her We are 107 years old this year and we can't say anything."

Ryan shrugged and continued to listen to Dumbledore's speech, only listening to him. "Today is such a happy day, I believe that everyone is unwilling to listen to what an old man like me is rambling about. Now let's get straight to the point."

After speaking, he looked at Lupine and said, "Remus John Lupine, would you marry Nymphadora...?"

Ryan heard a small sobbing sound from the back row, which should be the voice of those werewolf representatives. Then a trumpet-like sound from behind the big tent drowned out the sobs, and everyone knew that Hagrid had produced a handkerchief the size of his tablecloth. Hermione firmly held Ryan's hand and turned to look at him. Ryan saw that the corners of her eyes became crystal clear at this moment.

"...I declare you to be lifelong partners." Five or six minutes later, Professor Dumbledore finally finished all the witnesses for the three couples, and then drew out his wand and waved it high above the heads of the three couples.

A cloud of silvery stars shot from the wand tip and fell on them, swirling around their now embracing bodies. Fred and George led the applause, and the golden balloon burst overhead: out of it flew the Bird of Paradise and the little golden bell, floating in mid-air, adding birdsong and bells to the din of the house.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" said Dumbledore, now in a higher tone. "please stand up!"

Everyone stood up as promised, and Dumbledore waved his wand again. All the seats rose with light grace into the air, the canvas of the marquee disappeared, and they stood under a canopy of gold pillars, with a splendid view of the sunny orchards and surrounding countryside.

Then a ball of golden light slowly emerged from the ground in the center of the tent, and then formed a golden dance floor. The chairs floating in mid-air automatically gathered beside the small table covered with white tablecloth, and floated back to the ground around the dance floor lightly and gracefully together, and the band in golden jackets walked towards the stage in unison.

"It's really exquisite." Ryan sighed. Even though he has traveled through so many worlds before, he swears that he has never seen a world where magic can be applied so well in life.

At this moment waiters appeared from all directions, carrying silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and firewhiskey;

Ryan and Hermione each took a glass of butterbeer from a passing tray, and sat down at a table in the corner. Soon three couples stepped onto the dance floor and won warm applause from everyone. A moment later, Mr. Weasley led Mrs. Delacour onto the dance floor, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Fleur's father.

"I like this song." Luna popped out of nowhere,

She swayed gently to a rhythm that resembled a waltz. Seconds later, she stood up and glided lightly to the dance floor, where she spun alone, eyes closed, arms outstretched.

Watching Luna dancing there by herself, flailing her arms around her head as if trying to repel mosquitos. Ryan suddenly wanted to dance for a while, so he dragged Hermione into the dance floor.

After dancing two tunes, Ryan saw Dumbledore sitting on the edge of a table in the distance waving to him, so he said sorry to Hermione and walked over, and Hermione went off the dance floor with him and went back on the edge of the table.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore." Ryan said to Professor Dumbledore who was sitting there. Dumbledore was sitting there with a half glass of golden mead at this time, watching the dancing on the dance floor with a smile on his face. people.

"Good afternoon, Ryan," Dumbledore responded, before looking at the joyful crowd on the dance floor, "This is all we have to defend, and every time I see them, I feel that all my hard work is worth it of."

"Indeed." Ryan nodded. "So sometimes we have to do some really bad things, and there's a price we have to pay to protect everything that's beautiful."

Hearing Ryan say something so straightforward, Dumbledore was also taken aback for a moment, then put down his glass and turned to look at him. "Son, there are some things that you don't have to take on yourself. There are many things that you can try to trust in others."

"I know, Professor Dumbledore, I will try my best to trust others." Ryan nodded. Dumbledore saw that Ryan was insincere, but he didn't say much.

Since Ryan confronted Voldemort head-on a few days ago, Dumbledore has completely regarded Ryan as a person who can communicate with him on an equal footing, so he is not as Ryan imagined on this issue that is not a matter of principle. Educate him something like that.

"Okay, let's talk about other things." After a round of simple exchanges between the two sides, Dumbledore simply changed the topic and discussed what he really wanted to say today. "I have received the letter you sent me earlier, thanks to the help of Ms. Burns, the Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the procedures for Lucius Malfoy's release on bail have been completed, and I can go with you tomorrow Zkaban took him out."

"Thank you!" Ryan sincerely thanked him. When dealing with this kind of thing, even his strength is not much use. The relationship network in the magic world cannot be built in a day or two, and what Ryan lacks is time.

"It's nothing, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake for an old man like me." Dumbledore said as he raised his glass and took a sip, and then said, "But you really think Lucius Malfoy will be really happy after he is released. is it against us?"

"Of course." Ryan nodded. "To be precise, he can only fall to us. You-Know-Who is not a benevolent leader. I don't believe he will give the Malfoy family another chance after the big event at the end of last semester."

"That's right. According to the information I received, the Malfoy family is now on the same level as Igor Karkaroff in the eyes of Voldemort. With Tom's childhood personality, he can't admit that the incident in the castle at the end of last semester The failure of the attack was due to their own reasons, so the Malfoy family responsible for the specific execution would naturally bear all the consequences of the failure, and the reason that the Malfoy family was a traitor could indeed perfectly cover up Voldemort's attack in the last semester. that mistake."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore changed the subject. "As the person who destroyed an important plot by Voldemort last semester. You and Hermione are also Voldemort's priority targets now. Are you really not considering living at the Burrow for the rest of the summer vacation?"

"Thank you, but I don't think it's necessary." Ryan said relaxedly, "As a master alchemist, I still have confidence in the defense of my home. You don't need to worry about this."

"Okay." Dumbledore did not continue to persuade. He also knew that an alchemist's home was not so easy to break through. Since Ryan dared to say this, it proved that he was indeed fully prepared. "Then I will pick you up at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and then we will take Lucius from Azkaban to the ancestral home of Sirius."

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