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All the same, we should get to bed, whispered Hermione. It wouldnt do to oversleep tomorrow. No, agreed Ron. A brutal triple murder by the bridegrooms mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding. Ill get the lights. And he clicked the Deluminator once more Stem Hermione left the room. T CHAPTER EIGHT THE WEDDING hree oclock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred, and George standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests. Harry had taken confirnation large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village, Ottery St. Catchpole, from whom Fred had stolen hairs using a Summoning Charm. The plan was to introduce Harry as Cousin Barny and trust to the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him. All daiting of them were clutching seating plans, so that they could help show people to the right seats. A host of white-robed waiters had arrived just click for source hour earlier, along with a golden-jacketed band, and all of these wizards were currently sitting a short distance away under a tree; Harry could see a blue haze of pipe smoke issuing from the spot. Behind Harry, the entrance to the Stam revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow. Harry was rather uncomfortable. The Muggle boy whose appearance he was affecting was slightly fatter than him, and his dress robes felt hot and tight in the full glare of a summers day. When I get married, said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, I wont be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and Ill put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until its all over. She wasnt too bad this morning, considering, said George. Cried a bit about Percy not being here, but who wants him. Oh blimey, brace yourselves - here they come, look. Brightly colored figures were appearing, one by one, out of nowhere at the distant boundary of the yard. Within minutes a procession had formed, which began to snake its way up through the garden toward the marquee. Exotic flowers and bewitched birds fluttered on the witches hats, while precious gems glittered from many of the wizards cravats; a hum of excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees as the confirmatipn approached the tent. Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins, said George, craning his neck for a better look. Theyll need help understanding our English customs, Ill look after them. Not so fast, Your Holeyness, said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession, he said, Here - permettez-moi to assister vous, to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr. Weasleys old Ministry colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harrys lot. Wotcher, said a familiar voice as he came markte of the marquee again and found Tonks and Lupin at the front of the queue. She had turned blonde for the occasion. Arthur told us you were the one with the curly hair. Sorry about last night, she added in a whisper as Harry led them up the aisle. The Ministrys being very anti-werewolf at the moment and we thought our presence might not do you any favors. Its fine, I understand, said Harry, speaking more to Lupin than Tonks. Lupin gave him a swift smile, but as they turned away, Harry saw Lupins face fall again into lines of misery. He did not understand it, but there was no time to dwell on the matter: Hagrid was causing a certain amount aaiting disruption. Having misunderstood Freds directions he had sat himself, not upon the confjrmation enlarged and reinforced seat set aside for him in the back row, but on five seats that now resembled a large pile of golden matchsticks. While Mr. Weasley repaired the damage and Hagrid shouted apologies to anybody who would listen, Harry hurried back to the entrance to find Ron face-to-face with a most eccentric-looking wizard. Slightly cross-eyed, with shoulder-length white hair the texture of candyfloss, he wore a cap whose tassel dangled in front of his nose and robes of an eye-watering shade of eggyolk yellow. An odd symbol, Steam market waiting for confirmation like a triangular eye, glistened from a waiying chain around his neck. Confirmahion Lovegood, he see more, extending a hand to Harry, my daughter and I live just over the hill, so kind of the good Weasleys to invite us. But I think you know my Luna. he added to Ron. Yes, said Ron. Isnt she with you. She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a glorious infestation. How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise little gnomes - or, to give them their correct name, the Gernumbli gardensi. Ours do know a lot of excellent swear words, said Ron, but I think Fred and George taught them those. He led a party of warlocks into the marquee as Luna rushed up. Hello, Harry. maarket said. Er - my names Barny, said Harry, flummoxed. Oh, have you changed makret too. she asked brightly. How did you know -. Oh, just your expression, she said. Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears. Xenophilius, who was deep in conversation with an acquaintance, had missed the exchange between Luna waiing Harry. Bidding the wizard farewell, he turned to his daughter, who held up her finger and said, Daddy, look - one of the gnomes actually bit me. How wonderful. Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial. said Mr. Lovegood, seizing Lunas outstretched finger and examining the bleeding puncture marks. Luna, my love, if you should feel any burgeoning talent today - perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera or to declaim in Mermish - do not repress it. You may have been gifted by Setam Gernumblies. Ron, passing them in the opposite direction, let out a loud snort. Ron can laugh, said Luna serenely as Harry led her and Xenophilius toward their seats, but my father has done a lot of research on Gernumbli magic. Really. said Harry, who had long since decided not to challenge Luna or her fathers peculiar views. Are you sure you dont want to put anything on that bite, though. Oh, its fine, said Luna, sucking her finger in a dreamy fashion and looking Harry up and down. You look smart. I told Daddy most people would probably wear dress robes, but he believes you ought to wear sun colors to a wedding, for luck, you know. As she drifted off after her father, Ron reappeared with an elderly witch clutching his arm. Her beaky nose, red-rimmed eyes, and feathery pink hat gave her Steam market waiting for confirmation look of a bad-tempered flamingo. and your hairs much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra. Merlins beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing. He fir like an omelet. And who are you. she barked at Harry. Oh yeah, Auntie Muriel, this is our cousin Barny. Another Weasley. You breed like gnomes. Isnt Harry Potter here. I was hoping to meet him. I thought he was a friend of yours, Ronald, or have you merely been boasting. No - he couldnt come - Hmm. Made an excuse, did he. Not as gormless as he looks in press photographs, then. Ive just been instructing the bride on how best to wear my tiara, she shouted at Harry. Goblin-made, you know, and been in source family for centuries. Shes a good-looking girl, but still - French. Well, gate xbox series x x games, find me a good seat, Ronald, I am a hundred and seven and I ought not to be on my feet too long. Ron gave Harry a meaningful look as he passed and did not reappear for some time: When next they met at the entrance, Harry had shown a dozen more people to their places. The marquee was nearly full now, mrket for the first time there was no queue outside. Nightmare, Muriel is, said Ron, mopping his forehead on his sleeve. Ocnfirmation used to come for Christmas every year, then, thank God, she took offense because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at dinner. Dad waitingg says shell have written them out of her will - like they care, theyre going to end up richer than anyone in the family, rate theyre going. Wow, he added, blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying toward them. You look great. Always the tone of surprise, said Hermione, though she smiled. She was wearing a floaty, lilac-colored dress with matching high heels; her hair was sleek and shiny. Your Great-Aunt Muriel doesnt agree, I just met her upstairs while she was giving Fleur the tiara. She said, Oh dear, is this the Cknfirmation. and then, Bad posture and skinny ankles. Dont take it personally, shes rude to everyone, said Ron. Talking about Muriel. inquired George, reemerging from the marquee with Fred. Yeah, shes just told me my ears are lopsided. Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings. Wasnt he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty-four hours later. asked Hermione. Well, yeah, he went a bit odd toward the end, conceded George. But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party, said Fred. He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his - Yes, he sounds a real markeet, said Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter. Never married, for some reason, said Ron. You amaze me, said Hermione. They were all laughing so much that none of witing noticed the latecomer, a dark-haired young man with a large, curved nose and thick black eyebrows, until he held out his invitation to Ron and said, with his eyes on Hermione, You look vunderful. Viktor. she shrieked, and dropped her small beaded bag, which made Steam market waiting for confirmation loud thump quite disproportionate to its size. As she scrambled, blushing, to pick it up, she said, I didnt know you were - goodness - its lovely to see - how are you. Rons ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Krums invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, How come youre here. Fleur invited me, said Krum, eyebrows raised. Harry, who had no grudge against Krum, shook hands; then, feeling that it would be prudent to remove Krum from Rons vicinity, offered to show him his seat. Your friend is not pleased to see me, said Krum as they entered the now packed marquee. Or is he a relative. he added with a glance at Harrys red curly hair. Cousin, Harry muttered, but Krum was not really listening. His appearance was causing a stir, particularly amongst the veela cousins: He was, after all, a famous Quidditch player. While people were still craning their necks to get a good look at him, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came hurrying down the aisle. Time to sit down, Fred told Harry, or were going to get run over by the bride. Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and George. Hermione looked rather pink and Rons ears were still scarlet. After a few moments he muttered to Harry, Did you see hes grown a stupid little beard. Harry gave a noncommittal grunt. A sense of jittery anticipation had filled the warm tent, the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter. and Mrs. Weasley strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand-new set of amethyst-colored robes with a matching hat. A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee, both wearing dress robes, with large white roses in their buttonholes; Fred wolfwhistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the veela cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons. Ooooh. said Hermione, swiveling around in her seat to look at the entrance. A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing confirmatikn very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier Stea, usual, and once Fleur had reached him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback. Ladies and gentlemen, said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, Harry saw Steam market waiting for confirmation same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledores funeral, now standing in front of Bill and Fleur. We are check this out here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls. Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely, said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. But I must say, Markeet dress is far too low cut. Ginny glanced around, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again. Harrys mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to afternoons spent alone with Ginny in lonely parts of the school grounds. They seemed so long ago; they had always seemed too good to be true, as though he had been stealing shining hours from a normal persons life, a person without a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle. In the front row, Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpetlike sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs.
Said Hagrid, still squinting toward the stadium. Look - theres people comin out already - if you two hurry yehll be able ter blend in with the crowd an no onell know you werent there. Good idea, boosher Harry. Well. see you later, then, Hagrid. I dont believe him, said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. I dont believe him. I really dont gaje him. Calm down, said Harry. Calm down. she said feverishly. A giant. A giant in the forest. And were supposed to give him English lessons. Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out. I - dont - believe - him. We havent got to do anything yet. Harry tried to reassure her in a quiet voice, as they joined a stream of jabbering Hufflepuffs heading back toward the castle. Hes not asking us to do anything unless he gets chucked out and that might not even happen - Oh come off it, Harry. said Hermione angrily, stopping dead in her tracks so that the people behind her had to swerve to avoid her. Of course hes going to be chucked out and to be perfectly honest, after what weve just seen, who can blame Umbridge. There was click at this page pause in which Harry glared at Pubg game booster ios, and her eyes filled slowly with tears. You didnt mean that, said Harry quietly. No. well. all right. I didnt, she said, wiping her eyes angrily. But why does he have to make life so difficult for himself - for us. I dunno - Weasley is our King, Weasley read more our King, He didnt let the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King. And I wish theyd stop singing that stupid song, said Hermione miserably, havent they gloated enough. A great tide of students was moving up the sloping lawns from the pitch. Oh, lets get in before we have to meet the Slytherins, said Hermione. Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, Thats why Gryffindors all sing: Weasley is our King. Hermione. said Harry slowly. The song was growing louder, but it was issuing not from a crowd of green-and-silver-clad Slytherins, but from a mass of red and gold moving slowly toward the castle, which was bearing a solitary figure upon its many shoulders. Ips is our King, Weasley is our King, He didnt let the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King. said Hermione in a hushed voice. YES. said Harry loudly. HARRY. HERMIONE. yelled Ron, waving the silver Quidditch Cup in the air and looking quite beside himself. WE DID IT. WE WON. They beamed up at boosterr as he passed; there was a scrum at the door of the castle and Rons head got rather badly bumped on the lintel, boosger nobody seemed to want to put him down. Still singing, the crowd squeezed itself into the entrance hall and out of sight. Harry and Hermione watched them go, beaming, until the last echoing strains of Weasley Is Our King died away. Then they turned to each other, their smiles fading. Here save our news till tomorrow, shall we. said Harry. Yes, all right, said Hermione wearily. Im not in any hurry. They climbed the steps together. At the front doors both instinctively looked back at the Forbidden Forest. Harry was not sure whether it was his imagination Pubg game booster ios not, but he rather thought bootser saw a small cloud of birds erupting into the air over the treetops in the distance, almost as though the tree in which they had been nesting had just been pulled up by the roots. R CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE O. S ons euphoria at helping Gryffindor scrape the Quidditch Cup was such that he could not settle to anything next day. All he wanted to do was talk over the match and Harry and Hermione found click the following article very difficult to find an opening in which to mention Grawp - not that either of them tried very hard; neither was keen to be the one to bring Ron back to reality in quite such a brutal fashion. As it was another fine, warm day, they persuaded him to join them in studying under the beech tree on the edge of the lake, where they stood less chance of being overheard than in the common room. Ron was not particularly keen on gooster idea at first; he was thoroughly enjoying being patted on the back by Gryffindors walking past his chair, not to mention the occasional outbursts of Weasley Is Our King, but agreed after a while that some fresh air might do him good. They spread their books out in the shade of the beech tree and sat down while Ron talked them through his first save of the match for what felt like the dozenth time. Well, I mean, Id already let in that one of Daviess, so I wasnt feeling that confident, but I dunno, when Bradley came toward me, just out of nowhere, I thought - you can do this. And I had about a second continue reading decide which way to fly, you know, because he looked like he was aiming for the right goal hoop - my right, obviously, his left - but I had bosoter funny feeling that he was feinting, and so I took the chance and flew left Pugg his right, I mean - and - well - you saw what happened, he concluded modestly, sweeping his hair back quite unnecessarily so that it looked interestingly windswept and glancing around to see whether boowter people nearest to them - a bunch of gossiping third-year Hufflepuffs - had heard him. And then, when Chambers came at me about five minutes later - what. Ron said, stopping mid-sentence at the look on Harrys face. Why are you grinning. Im not, said Harry quickly, looking down at his Transfiguration notes and attempting to straighten his face. The truth was that Ron had just reminded Harry forcibly of another Gryffindor Quidditch player who had once sat rumpling his hair under this very tree. Im just glad we won, thats all. Pubg game booster ios, said Ron slowly, savoring the words, we won. Did you see the look on Changs face when Ginny got the Snitch right Pug from under her nose.
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