"A goblin actually bit me!" Luna raised her head sadly to show him her fingers, there was a bleeding spot on her white hand.

"Great! Goblin saliva is especially useful!" Lockhart was about to comfort her when her father excitedly grabbed Luna's outstretched finger and carefully examined the bleeding spot. "Luna, my darling, if you feel that any talent is emerging today--perhaps a sudden urge to sing an opera, to read in the language of a mermaid--don't hold back! It's probably a sapper gift. Your talent!"

Politeness made Lockhart try to suppress the urge to laugh or snort, and he smiled at them friendly. Fortunately, Mr. Lovegood saw an acquaintance and took Luna away.

Lockhart glanced at Hermione, who seemed indifferent to Luna's mention of Pandora, just smiled and looked at him affectionately. Then neither of them noticed the newcomer, a dark-haired young man with a large hooked nose and two thick black eyebrows. "Professor Lockhart, it's nice to see you again." But her eyes were fixed on Hermione and she said, "Hermione, you look so beautiful."

"Victor!" Hermione screamed, seeming to be a little nervous, after all, this was the first male to express his affection for him clearly. "I didn't know you were - gosh - it's so nice to see you - how are you?"

"I'm fine." Krum forced a smile, and he quickly realized that Hermione and Lockhart had an unusual relationship. "Are you Professor Lockhart's girlfriend now? But the papers say his girlfriend is..."

"That's right, Hermione is my girlfriend." Lockhart was a little nervous, and hurriedly admitted it generously. To be honest, he didn't think Krum would know Pandora.

"Oh..." Krum seemed indifferent. Although he had chased after Hermione, after all, they were not in the same place, and if Hermione was looking for a boyfriend, he would have no position to be jealous, not to mention that Lockhart absolutely surpassed himself in terms of reputation and strength. "I want to ask, what is the origin of that man named Lovegood?"

"What's wrong with the father of one of my students?" Lockhart noticed Krum staring angrily at Xenophilius chatting with several wizards across the dance floor.

"If he wasn't a guest invited by Fleur, I would have duel him on the spot. He actually wore that evil sign on his chest."

"Signs?" Hermione looked back at Xenophilius curiously. The strange triangular eyes gleamed on his chest. "What it is?"

"Grindelwald, that's Grindelwald's sign."

"Grindelwald... the dark wizard that Dumbledore defeated?" Hermione became curious. "Why does Luna's father wear the logo of a German dark wizard?"

The muscles in Krum's cheeks wriggled, as if chewing something. Then he said: "Grindelwald killed a lot of people, my grandfather was one of them. Of course, he's never had much power in this country, and they say he's afraid of Dumbledore - well, see how he ends up! But. This—" he pointed at Xenophilius, "—is his symbol, and I recognized it right away. Grindelwald had carved it on a wall while he was reading at Durmstrang. Some fools copied this symbol in textbooks, on clothes, trying to use it to scare people and make themselves look great - and then we who lost loved ones in Grindelwald taught them a lesson."

Krum snapped his knuckles aggressively and glared at Xenophilius.

"That's not Grindelwald's mark, Mr. Krum." Lockhart smiled and put his arms around Hermione's shoulders, and she shuddered. Immediately close to him. "It's an old legend that symbolizes the three things that Death created, and Grindelwald may have been looking for those three things, so he used this symbol."

"What? But..." Krum's anger subsided for the most part, but he still looked at the thing in surprise.

"This is the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, do you doubt what he said?" Hermione was obviously dissatisfied with Krum's attitude.

"Actually, it's easy to judge whether this is a mark of Grindelwald-" Lockhart has done some understanding of it, "I don't know how old Grindelwald is, assuming he is the same age as Dumbledore, then he He was born around 1880. But in fact, I have seen the mark you mentioned in many black magic books hundreds of years ago..."

"Uh. Well, maybe I misunderstood." Krum touched his nose, a little embarrassed. "I always thought it was Grindelwald's own logo... and no one told me..."

"The wedding is on!" Hermione took Lockhart's arm. "Let's sit down."

——

The warm tent was full of jittery anticipation. The buzzing was interrupted at times by loud, excited laughter. The Weasleys walked slowly down the aisle, smiling and waving to their relatives. Mrs Weasley wore a new purple gown and matching hat.

A moment later, Bill and Charlie stood at the front of the marquee, both in dress robes with large white roses in their buttonholes. Fred whistled provocatively. The veela cousins ​​giggled at once. Then there was music, which seemed to float out of those golden balloons. The crowd quieted down.

"Come on!" said Hermione from her seat, turning to look at the entrance, clutching Lockhart's arm.

As Monsieur Delacour and Fleur walked down the passage, the wizards gathered in the tent sighed in unison. Fleur's gait was light, and Monsieur Delacour was jumping and smiling. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress that seemed to give off a strong silver glow. Usually, the radiant she always eclipsed others, but today this silver light made everyone more beautiful. Ginny and Gabrielle both looked prettier than usual in golden dresses. Fleur walked up to Bill, handsome men and beautiful women, and the brilliance of the two illuminated the tent.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said a somewhat monotonous voice, a small, bushy-haired wizard standing in front of Bill and Fleur now. "Today we gather here to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."

"My God, Fleur is as beautiful as an angel!" Hermione said sourly.

"In my eyes, you are more beautiful than an angel." Lockhart quickly said sweetly. Even though she knew Lockhart was lying to herself, Hermione couldn't hide the joy of being praised by him.

Ginny seemed to hear it too, turned her face to Hermione and smiled, then glanced at Harry and turned her head away angrily.

"William Arthur (Bill's official name), are you willing to marry Fleur Isabel?"

Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour, sitting in the front row, both covered their faces with lace handkerchiefs and wept softly. There was a trumpet blowing from behind Lockhart, and it was obvious that Hagrid was wiping his nose with a handkerchief the size of his tablecloth. Hermione turned to look at Lockhart with a smile, tears in her eyes, and put her head on his shoulder.

——

"...I declare that you are partners for life."

The bushy-haired wizard waved his wands high above Bill and Fleur's heads, and a large silver star fell on them, circling their now tightly embraced bodies. Fred and George took the lead in applauding and applauding, and the golden balloons above their heads exploded: Birds of Paradise and little golden bells flew out of them and floated in mid-air, so the noise of the audience was added to the sounds of birds and bells.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" cried the bushy wizard, "please stand up!"

Everyone stood up, the wizard waved his wand again, all the seats rose lightly and gracefully into the air, the canvas of the marquee disappeared, and they stood under a canopy supported by golden pillars, looking out over a sunny orchard and the surrounding countryside, the views are stunning. Then, a pool of molten gold spread out from the center of the tent, creating a glittering dance floor. The chairs that were floating in the air gathered automatically around the small table covered with the white tablecloth, and floated lightly and gracefully back to the ground around the dance floor.

"Good..." Hermione sighed with tears in her eyes. "We should go over and congratulate them!" she said, tiptoeing as Bill and Fleur disappeared into the well-wishers.

Waiters popped up from all directions, some holding silver trays of pumpkin juice, butterbeer and fire whiskey; others holding ramshackle piles of pies and sandwiches.

"There will be time later. It seems that Fleur has joined the Order of the Phoenix, which is good. Now there are three couples in the Order of the Phoenix." Lockhart shrugged and grabbed two glasses of butterbeer from a tray passing by. , handed Hermione a cup. Suddenly remembering something, he quickly added: "Oh, of course, we are four pairs, Hermione."

"Will you marry me?" Hermione asked with tears in her eyes. "I won't marry you anyway."

"Are you sure?" Lockhart smiled lightly~lightnovelpub.net~ Little girls always say with confidence that you won't marry, and I've seen them a lot in novels!

"You don't want me!" Hermione was hurt by Lockhart's questioning tone, and the moved tears turned into sad tears.

"Yes!" Lockhart quickly picked up the topic. "If you still think so at the age of eighteen, I'll accompany you to get your certificate, how about that?"

"What... well, then it's settled!" Hermione only expected to hear Lockhart's consolation, but was suddenly knocked down by a huge surprise, dazedly suspecting that she was dreaming, and Lockhart forgot her Turning eighteen soon!

Lockhart had an idea just now. I've had enough fun while I'm young, it's time to have a family - what if both Hermione and Pandora are willing to marry him - marry Pandora in the wizarding world, and then get a certificate with Hermione in the Muggle world, Anyway, the two worlds hardly communicate, and wizards don't have the habit of going to the Muggle government to get a certificate when they get married. It has fulfilled the promise to the two girls without conflict... The Muggle government can't cure its own heavy-marriage crime, it's a perfect plan, Lockhart admires his IQ, but he is still a little quick-witted Well!

——(To be continued.)