At this time, guests from Harris Manor gathered. According to the reply from the previous invitation letter, the wedding will be witnessed by at least 300 guests. In addition to the relatives of Harris and Dragur who are about to be joined, people from all walks of life from all walks of life gathered here, from senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, those pure-blooded family patriarchs who intend to move closer to the Harris family, to professors and students like Hogwarts gathered here.

The wizards wearing blue ancient robes held the seating table and led the wizards in various dresses to shuttle through the manor, helping to guide guests to sit in the right seats. The attendants in white French-style waiter uniforms delivered plates of snacks and wine that looked particularly refreshing and attractive in summer to provide guests with some things to fill their stomachs before the meal.

Today, guests will enjoy a variety of delicacies carefully prepared by the top wizard chef, which is rich enough to take care of the tastes of most guests - between the current location, Harris' hometown and the country of the bride's family, and the theme of today's dishes comes from these three countries.

The reorganized naughty fairy band has already stood on the stage. The fat man, Bedman, who is somewhat like Sirius Black, is singing softly. His lute constantly sprays out a string of smoke, giving his lyrics various pictures, staged a scene that is somewhat conservative for young people but is sweet, joyful and happy enough.

Some magical creatures with milder temperaments such as unicorns and birds and snakes also ran around the garden, or hid in teacup to perform friendly mischiefs on some guests.

Hermione appeared at the door of Harris Manor with her parents' hand in hand. They were taken over by the magic car of the Umbrella Group. Today, Hermione was dressed very generously and elegantly, wearing a red dress and her hair was combed elegantly, but she could not steal the bride's style at all.

Under the guidance of a wizard who was a clergyman, the Granger family walked towards the wedding hall where the wedding ceremony was held in the main hall of the manor, wearing a thick purple carpet.

After entering the house, the auditorium with additional markless stretching spells and the benches temporarily placed in circles made the Grangers feel that the wedding scene was more like the Senate of Congress than their Muggle church.

The whole house is decorated with blue and white brocade, which gives people a very heavy family history. In order to make the wedding look more high-quality and magnificent, Irving, who is like a small nouveau riche, even exhibits some magic treasures collected in the family and presents them all - in fact, a small number of them actually come from the Black family.

There have been many wizards lingering around these walls, not only to view the magical objects, but also to communicate with many magical portraits hand-painted by ancient wizards on the walls. For example, the appearance of the former principals of Hogwarts did not surprise them, but the appearance of Helga Hufflepuff was a great deal - especially when Ms. Royna Ravenclaw was proven to survive in some higher way and had a close relationship with Harris, no one would doubt the authenticity of the portrait.

Professor Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff at Hogwarts School who came to attend the wedding, was particularly excited. If it weren't for the existence of the Necromancer and the Giant who protected the treasure portrait, she would probably have started it directly instead of just yelling, and tried to invite her founder to leave a picture in Hufflepuff's lounge.

At this time, at the entrance of Harris Manor, three more colorful figures appeared out of thin air after a fog of black fog. They had just been brought into the manor and won the attention of photographers and the love of cameras. These young faces were amazingly beautiful. Several of the witches obviously had the blood of Veva, their long silver hair was fluttering behind their heads without wind, and their skin was shining brightly like the moon. Strange flowers and magical birds trembled on the witches' hats, and precious gems shone on the bow tie of many wizards.

These witches were still chirping outside the manor, but after entering the manor, they saw so many reporters and cameras, and instead became quiet. They held their postures and walked lightly through the garden, following the wizards in blue robes, and walked along the purple carpet toward the wedding hall.

Daisy, who was dressed up well today, was about to go over to greet her, but she noticed that Lunn around her seemed to be absent-minded because of the other party's bloodline. Her eyes were flowing. Daisy pushed her younger brother towards the witches and smiled: "Cousin is here! Lunn, those silver-haired ones should be our new vegetarian cousin... Hermione and their mother will receive her, but I think they may need someone to help them understand British customs, Lunn, and take care of them for me. I have to wait here to Donks."

Lun, who was fascinated by Daisy's sudden movement, turned red with his face. He couldn't help but raise his arm to sort out his bow tie, unconsciously took two steps forward, but stopped timidly, and hesitated: "What should I say to them? Maybe they will be interested in the strange cases I have tried?"

"Don't! You know that these French guys often think that we are too conservative and old-fashioned... You should be more humorous, you know that their self-proclaimed sense of humor actually looks quite rude and vulgar to us..." Daisy gave her brother seriously, and then suddenly turned her eyes, "Oh, be careful, Furong seemed to have told her mother that these cousins ​​are not very good at English."

Lunn's fingertips clenched his fists and clenched his fingertips, but he didn't look at the cousins ​​of the Feva, so he found his rationality. At this time, his face returned to his usual calm and self-sustaining style of a workplace elite. "Daisy, you are in charge of the International Magic Cooperation Department, and you must be good at French. You should go."

"I don't want to entertain her cousin." Daisy crossed her arms to her chest. She forced herself to suppress her urge to laugh, let her nose snorted seriously, raised her chin and said, "I'll teach you a few words, they can still understand the rough English."

After saying that, Daisy whispered to Lun. After learning a few words of French, Lun recited a few words silently and remembered the pronunciation with good memory. It seemed that he felt that he seemed a little too active. Lun coughed twice a little embarrassedly, and his eyes fixed on the cousins ​​of the Fewa not far away. He pulled his suit and dress and walked over with his head held high.

The French girls were talking and laughing softly. When they saw Lunn walking over, they looked at him curiously and greeted him enthusiastically: "Bonjour (French Ri'an Bonjour)?"

Lun was tall and handsome, with a director-level confident smile on his handsome face. He looked at them, and said in French in a friendly but lame manner: "Auntie, happy new year! You are my uncle, and I am your grandson!"

The smiles of the beautiful girls froze on their faces and stared at Lun in disbelief. Their hair that was windless on their heads also stopped.

Although Lun was surprised by the other party's reaction, he still sorted out the few French words he had just remembered in one breath, and continued to speak the so-called French in the tone when Daisy taught him: "Well... please allow me to introduce you... I am Lun Harris, you are my aunt... I am your grandson."

"Cousin Lun... I understand the words." The most handsome silver-haired girl with the highest figure covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled in a very pure London accent that is more standard than Furong, "But your generation is a bit out of place. If I were your aunt, you would be my nephew, and you wouldn't be my grandson no matter how you think about it." (Author's note: Actually, you can think about Jiang Wen's words in Tangshan accent, which is better.)

"Ahahaha, Cousin Lun, you won't be fooled by any bad guy in French, right?" A silver curly girl trembled all over. Although this girl's accent was like Furong, she could completely let Lun understand clearly.

Finally, the cousin of Veva with long hair and a necklace raised her hand generously, gently pulled Lun, who knew Daisy's evil but was completely at a loss for a moment, pulled Lun to sit next to her, and then she said softly to Lun in fluent English: "Cousin Lun, what else did that bad guy teach you French? Let's listen to us to distinguish you."
Chapter completed!