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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 my family for centuries. Shes a good-looking girl, but still - French. Well, well, 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, and for the first time there was no queue outside. Nightmare, Muriel is, said Ron, mopping his forehead on his sleeve. She 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 always 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 Muggle-born. 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 dantes pc, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his - Yes, he sounds a real charmer, 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 them 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 a 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 continue reading 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 a 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 than 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 the same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledores funeral, now standing in front of Bill and Fleur. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two thanks смотреть видео приколы в counter-strike words souls. Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely, said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. But I must say, Ginevras 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. Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes too were full of tears. then I declare you bonded for life. The tufty-haired wizard waved his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their now entwined figures. As Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overhead burst: Birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din. Ladies and gentlemen. called the tufty-haired wizard. If you would please stand up. They all did so, Auntie Muriel grumbling audibly; he waved his wand again. The seats on which they had been sitting rose gracefully into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy supported by golden poles, with a glorious view of the sunlit orchard and surrounding countryside. Next, a pool of molten gold spread from the center of the tent to form a gleaming dance floor; the hovering chairs grouped themselves around small, white-clothed tables, which all floated gracefully back to earth around it, and the golden-jacketed band trooped toward a podium. Smooth, said Ron approvingly as the waiters popped up on all sides, some bearing silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and firewhisky, others tottering piles of tarts and sandwiches. We should go and congratulate them. said Hermione, standing on tiptoe to see the place where Bill and Fleur had vanished amid a crowd of wellwishers. Well have time later, shrugged Ron, snatching three butterbeers from a passing tray and handing one to Harry. Hermione, cop hold, lets grab a table. Not there. Nowhere near Muriel - Ron led the way across the empty dance floor, glancing left and right as he click here Harry felt sure that he was keeping an eye out for Krum. By the time they had reached the other side of the marquee, most of the tables were occupied: The emptiest was the one where Luna sat alone. All right if we join you. asked Ron. Oh yes, she said happily. Daddys just gone to give Bill and Fleur our present. What is it, a lifetimes supply of Gurdyroots. asked Ron. Hermione aimed a kick at him under the table, but caught Harry instead. Eyes watering in pain, Harry lost track of the conversation for a few moments. The band had begun to play. Bill and Fleur took to the dance floor first, to great applause; after a while, Mr. Weasley led Madame Delacour onto the floor, followed by Mrs. Weasley and Fleurs father. I like this song, said Luna, swaying in time to the waltzlike tune, and a few seconds later she stood up and glided onto the dance floor, where she revolved on the spot, quite alone, eyes closed and waving her arms. Shes great, isnt she. said Ron admiringly. Always good value. But the smile vanished from his face at once: Viktor Krum had dropped into Lunas vacant seat. Hermione looked pleasurably flustered, but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, Who is that man in the yellow. Thats Xenophilius Lovegood, hes the father of a friend of ours, said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. Come and dance, he added abruptly to Hermione. She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor. Ah, they are together now. asked Krum, momentarily distracted. Er - sort of, said Harry. Who are you. Krum asked. Barny Weasley. They shook hands. You, Barny - you know this man Lovegood vell. No, I only met him today. Why. Krum glowered over the top of his drink, watching Xenophilius, who was chatting to several warlocks on the charger ifixit deck steam side of the Baldurs gate 3 riddle of the night part 2 floor. Because, said Krum, if he vos not a guest of Fleurs, I vould duel him, here and now, for vearing that filthy sign upon his chest. Sign. said Harry, looking over at Xenophilius too. The strange triangular eye was gleaming on his chest. Why. Whats wrong with it. Grindelvald. That is Grindelvalds sign. Grindelwald. the Dark wizard Dumbledore defeated. Exactly. Krums jaw muscles worked as if he were chewing, then he said, Grindelvald killed many people, my grandfather, for instance. Of course, he vos never poverful in this country, they said he feared Dumbledore - and rightly, seeing how he vos finished. But this Baldurs gate 3 riddle of the night part 2 he pointed a finger at Xenophilius - this is his symbol, I recognized it at vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ven he vos a pupil there. Some idiots copied it onto their books and clothes, thinking to shock, make themselves impressive - until those of us who had lost family members to Grindelvald taught them better. Krum cracked his knuckles menacingly and glowered at Xenophilius. Harry felt perplexed. It seemed incredibly unlikely that Lunas father was a supporter of the Dark Arts, and nobody else in the tent seemed to have recognized the triangular, runelike shape. Are you - er - quite sure its Grindelwalds -. I am not mistaken, said Krum coldly. I valked past that sign for several years, I know it vell. Well, theres a chance, said Harry, that Xenophilius doesnt actually know what the https://beststrategygames.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-uc-wiki.php means. The Lovegoods are quite. unusual. He could easily have picked it up somewhere and think its a cross section of the head of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack or something. The cross section of a vot. Well, I dont know what they are, but apparently he and his daughter go on holiday looking for them. Harry felt he was doing a bad job click to see more Luna and her father. Thats her, he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges. Vy is she doing that. asked Krum. Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt, said Harry, who recognized the symptoms. Krum did not seem to know whether or not Harry was making fun of him. He drew his wand from inside his robes and tapped it menacingly on his thigh; sparks flew out of the end. Gregorovitch. said Harry loudly, and Krum started, but Harry was too excited to care; the memory had come back to him at the sight of Krums wand: Ollivander taking it and examining it carefully before the Triwizard Tournament. Vot about him. asked Krum suspiciously. Hes a wandmaker. I know that, said Krum. He made your wand. Thats why I thought - Quidditch - Krum was looking more and more suspicious. How do you know Gregorovitch made my vand. I read it somewhere, I think, said Harry. In a - a fan magazine, he improvised wildly and Krum looked mollified. I had not realized I ever discussed my vand with fans, he said. So. er. where is Gregorovitch these days. Krum looked puzzled. He retired several years ago. I vos one of the last to purchase a Gregorovitch vand. They are the best - although I know, of course, that you Britons set much store by Ollivander. Harry did not answer. He pretended to watch the dancers, like Krum, but he was thinking hard. So Voldemort was looking for a celebrated wandmaker, and Harry did not have to search far for a reason: It was surely because of what Harrys wand had done on the night that Voldemort had pursued him across the skies. The here and phoenix feather wand had conquered the borrowed wand, something that Ollivander had not anticipated or understood. Would Gregorovitch know better. Was he truly more skilled than Ollivander, did he know secrets of wands that Ollivander did not. This girl is very nice-looking, Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna. She is also a relative of yours. Yeah, said Harry, suddenly irritated, and shes seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldnt want to cross him. Krum grunted. Vot, he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken. And he strode off, leaving Harry to take a sandwich from a passing waiter and make his way around the edge of the crowded dance floor. He wanted to find Ron, to tell him about Gregorovitch, but Ron was dancing with Hermione out in the middle of the floor. Harry leaned up against one of the golden pillars and watched Ginny, who was now dancing with Fred and Georges friend Lee Jordan, trying not to feel resentful about the promise he had given Ron. He had never been to a wedding before, so he could not judge how Wizarding celebrations differed from Muggle ones, though he was pretty sure that the latter would not involve a wedding cake topped with two model phoenixes that took flight when the cake was cut, or bottles of champagne that floated unsupported through the crowd. As evening drew in, and moths began to swoop under the canopy, now lit with floating golden lanterns, the revelry became more and more uncontained. Fred and George had long since disappeared into here darkness with pubg free play in pair of Fleurs cousins; Charlie, Hagrid, and a squat wizard in a purple porkpie hat were singing Odo the Hero in a corner. Wandering through the crowd so as to escape a drunken uncle of Rons who seemed unsure whether or not Harry was his son, Harry spotted an old wizard sitting alone at a table. His cloud of white hair made him look rather like an aged dandelion clock and was topped by a moth-eaten fez. He was vaguely familiar: Racking his brains, Harry suddenly realized that this was Elphias Doge, member of the Order of the Phoenix and the writer of Dumbledores obituary. Harry approached him. May I sit down. Of course, of course, said Doge; he had a rather high-pitched, wheezy voice. Check this out leaned in. Doge, Im Harry Potter. Doge gasped. My dear boy. Arthur told me you were here, disguised. I am so glad, so honored. In a flutter of nervous pleasure Doge poured Harry a goblet of champagne. I thought of writing to you, he whispered, after Dumbledore. the shock. and for you, I am sure. Doges tiny eyes filled with sudden tears. I saw the obituary you wrote for the Daily Prophet, said Harry. I didnt realize you knew Professor Dumbledore so well. As well as anyone, said Doge, dabbing his eyes with a napkin. Certainly I knew him longest, if you dont count Aberforth - and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth. Speaking of the Daily Prophet. I dont know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -. Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy. Elphias, I dont know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about Dumbledore. Doges face flooded with angry color. Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more accurate term, positively pestered me to talk to her.

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