Three o’clock on the following afternoon found Harry1, Ron, Fred and George standing2 outside the great white marquee in the orchard4, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests. Harry had taken a 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 camouflage5 him.
All four 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 an 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 haze6 of pipe smoke issuing from the spot. Behind Harry, the entrance to the marquee 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 hovering7 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 summer’s day.
“When I get married,” said Fred, tugging8 at the collar of his own robes, “I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a full Body Bird Curse on Mum until it’s all over.”
“She wasn’t too bad this morning, considering,” said George. “Cried a bit about Percy not being here, but who wants him. Oh blimey, brace9 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 gems10 glittered from many of the wizards’ cravats11; a hum of excited chatter12 grew louder and louder, drowning the sound of the bees as the crowd approached the tent.
“Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins,” said George, craning his neck for a better look. “They’ll need help understanding our English customs, I’ll look after them….”
“Not so fast, Your Holeyness,” said Fred, and darting13 past the gaggle of aged15" target="_blank">middle-aged14 witches heading for the procession, he said, “Here – permetiez moi to assister vous,” to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled16 and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches and Ron took charge of Mr. Weasley’s old Ministry17-colleague Perkins, while a rather deaf old couple fell to Harry’s lot.
“Wotcher,” said a familiar voice as he came out 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 aisle18. “The Ministry’s being very anti-werewolf at the museum and we thought our presence might not do you any favors.”
“It’s fine, I understand,” said Harry, speaking more to Lupin than Tonks. Lupin gave him a swift smile, but as they turned away Harry saw Lupin’s face fall again into lines of misery19. He did not understand it, but there was no time to dwell on the matter. Hagrid was causing a certain amount of disruption. Having misunderstood Fred’s directions as he had sat himself, not upon the magically enlarged and reinforced seat set aside for him in the back row, but on five sets 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 texture20 of candyfloss, he wore a cap whose tassel21 dangled22 in front of his nose and robes of an eye-watering shade of egg-yolk yellow. An odd symbol, rather like a triangular23 eye, glistened24 from a golden chain around his neck.
“Xenophilius Lovegood,” he said, 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. “Isn’t she with you?”
“She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes26, such a glorious infestation27! 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!” she said.
“Er – my name’s Barry,” said Harry, flummoxed.
“Oh, have you changed that 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 get over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling28 from her ears.
Xenophilius, who was deep in conversation with an acquaintance, had missed the exchange between Luna and Harry. Biding29 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! Gnome25 saliva30 is enormously beneficial.” Said Mr. Lovegood, seizing Luna’s outstretched fingers and examining the bleeding puncture31 marks. “Luna, my love, if you should feel any burgeoning32 talent today – perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera or to declaims in Mermish – do not repress it! You may have been gifted by the Gernumblies!”
Ron, passing them in the opposite direction let out a loud snort.
“Ron can laugh,” said Luna serenely33 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 decided34 not to challenge Luna or her father’s peculiar35 views. “Are you sure you don’t want to put anything on that bite, though?”
“Oh, it’s 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 leathery pink hat gave her the look of a bad-tempered36 flamingo37.
“…and your hair’s much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra. Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks 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. Isn’t 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 couldn’t come – ”
“Hmm. Made an excuse, did he? Not as gormless as he looks in press photographs, then. I’ve 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. She’s 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 offense38 because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at diner. Dad always says she’ll have written them out of her will – like they care, they’re going to end up richer than anyone in the family, rate they’re 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 sleek39 and shiny.
“Your Great-Aunt Muriel doesn’t 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 posture40 and skinny ankles.’”
“Don’t take it personally, she’s rude to everyone,” said Ron.
“Talking about Muriel?” inquired George, reemerging from the marquee with Fred. “Yeah, she’s 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.”
“Wasn’t 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, hoist41 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 eyebrows42, until he held out his invitation to Ron and said, with his eyes on Hermione, “You look vunderful.”
“Viktor!” she shrieked43, and dropped her small beaded bag, which made a loud thump44 quite disproportionate to its size. As she scrambled45, blushing, to pick it up, she said “I didn’t know you were – goodness – it’s lovely to see – how are you?”
Ron’s ears had turned bright red again. After glancing at Krum’s invitation as if he did not believe a word of it, he said, much too loudly, “how come you’re here?”
“Fleur invited me,” said Krum, eyebrows raised.
Harry, who had no grudge46 against Krum, shook hands; then feeling that it would be prudent47 to remove Krum from Ron’s 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 Harry’s 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 we’re 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 Ron’s ears were still scarlet48. After a few moments he muttered to Harry, “Did you see he’s grown a stupid little beard?”
Harry gave a noncommittal grunt49.
A sense of jittery50 anticipation51 had filled the warm tent, the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts52 of excited laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley strolled up the aisle, smiling and waving at relatives; Mrs. Weasley was wearing a brand-new set of amethyst53 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 larger white roses in their buttonholes; Fred wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling54 from the veela cousins. Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled55 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 gliding56, 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 for him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrit Greyback.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, Harry saw the same small, tufty-hired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore’s funeral, now standing in front of Bill and Fleur. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls…”
“Yes, my tiara set off the whole thing nicely,” said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. “But I must say, Ginevra’s dress is far too low cut.”
Ginny glanced around, grinning, winked57 at Harry, then quickly faced the front again. Harry’s mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to the 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 person’s 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 sobbing58 quietly into scraps59 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 around and beamed at Harry; her eyes too were full of tears.
“…then I declare you bonded60 for life.”
The tufty-haired wizard waved his hand 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 din3.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” called the tufty-haired wizard. “If you would please stand up!”
They all did so, Auntie Muriel grumbling61 audibly; he waved his wand again. The scars on which they had been sitting rose gracefully62 into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy64 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 round it, and the golden-jacketed hand trooped toward a podium.
“Smooth,” said Ron approvingly as the waiters popped up on all sides, some hearing silver trays of pumpkin65 juice, butterbeer, and firewhisky, others tottering66 piles of tarts67 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 well-wishers.
“We’ll have time later,” shrugged68 Ron, snatching three butterbeers from a passing tray and handing one to Harry. “Hermione, cop hold, let’s grab a table…. Not there! Nowhere near Muriel – ”
Ron led the way across the empty dance floor, glancing left and right as he went; 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. “Daddy’s just gone to give Bill and Fleur our present.”
“What is it, a lifetime’s 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 Mr. Weasley and Fleur’s father.
“I like this song,” said Luna, swaying in time to the waltzlike tune69, and a few seconds later she stood up and glided70 onto the dance floor, where she revolved71 on the spot, quite alone, eyes closed and waving her arms.
“She’s great isn’t she?” said Ron admiringly. “Always good value.”
But the smile vanished from his face at once: Viktor Krum had dropped into Luna’s vacant seat. Hermione looked pleasurably flustered72 but this time Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl73 on his face he said, “Who is that man in the yellow?”
“That’s Xenophilius Lovegood, he’s the father of a friend of ours,” said Ron. His pugnacious74 tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation75. “Come and dance,” he added abruptly76 to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng77 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 well?”
“No, I only met him today. Why?”
Krum glowered78 over the top of his drink, watching Xenophilius, who was chatting to several warlocks on the other side of the dance floor.
“Because,” said Krum, “If he vus not a guest of Fleur’s I vould dud him, here and now, for veering79 that filthy80 sign upon his chest.”
“Sign?” said Harry, looking over at Xenophilius too. The strange triangular eye was gleaming on his chest. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Grindelvald. That is Grindelvald’s sign.”
“Grindelwald… the Dark wizard Dumbledore defeated?”
“Exactly.”
Krum’s jaw81 muscles worked as if he were chewing, then he said, “Grindelvald killed many people, my grandfather, for instance. Of course, he vos never powerful in this country, they said he feared Dumbledore – and rightly, seeing how he vos finished. But this” – he pointed82 a finger at Xenophilius – “this is his symbol, I recognized it at vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ver 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 knuckles83 menacingly and glowered at Xenophilius. Harry felt perplexed84. It seemed incredibly unlikely that Luna’s father was a supporter of the Dark Arts, and nobody else in the tent seemed to have recognized the triangular, finlike shape.
“Are you – er – quite sure it’s Grindelwald’s -?”
“I am not mistaken,” said Krum coldly. “I walked past that sign for several years, I know it vell.”
“Well, there’s a chance,” said Harry, “that Xenophilius doesn’t actually know what the symbol means, the Lovegoods are quite… unusual. He could have easily picked it up somewhere and think it’s a cross section of the head of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack or something.”
“The cross section of a vot?”
“Well, I don’t know what they are, but apparently85 he and his daughter go on holiday looking for them….”
Harry felt he was doing a bad job explaining Luna and her father.
“That’s 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 hand from inside his robe and tapped it menacingly on his thighs86; 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 Krum’s wand: Ollivander taking it and examining it carefully before the Triwizard Tournament.
“Vot about him?” asked Krum suspiciously.
“He’s a wandmaker!”
“I know that,” said Krum.
“He made your wand! That’s why I thought – Quidditch – ”
Krum was looking more and more suspicious.
“How do you know Gregorovitch made my wand?”
“I…I read it somewhere, I think,” said Harry. “In a – a fan magazine,” he improvised87 wildly and Krum looked mollified.
“I had not realized I ever discussed my vand with fans,” he said.
“So… er… where is Gregorowitch these days?”
Krum looked puzzled.
“He retired88 several years ago. I was one of the last to purchase a Gregorovitch vand. They are the best –although I know, of course, that your 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 celebrated89 wandmaker and Harry did not have to search far for a reason. It was surely because of what Harry’ wand had done on the night that Voldemort pursued him across the skies. The holly90 and phoenix91 feather wand had conquered the borrowed wand, some thing that Ollivander had not anticipated or understood. Would Gregorowitch 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 she’s seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldn’t want to cross him.”
“Vot,” he said, draining his goblet93 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 he 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 George’s 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 phoenixes94 that took flight when the cake was cut, or bottles of champagne95 that floated unsupported through the crowd. As the evening drew in, and moths96 began to swoop97 under the canopy, now lit with floating golden lanterns, the revelry became more and more uncontained. Fred and George had long since disappeared into the darkness with a pair of Fleur’s cousins; Charlie, Hagrid, and a squat98 wizard in a purple porkpie hat were singing “Odo the Hero” in the corner.
Wandering through the crowd so as to escape a drunken uncle of Ron’s who seemed unsure whether or not Harry was his son, Harry spotted99 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 vaguely100 familiar: Racking his brains, Harry suddenly realized that this was Elphias Doge, member of the Order of the Phoenix and the writer of Dumbledore’s obituary101.
Harry approached him.
“May I sit down?”
“Of course, of course,” said Doge; he had a rather high-pitched, wheezy voice.
Harry leaned in.
“Mr. Doge, I’m Harry Potter.”
“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…”
Doge’s tiny eyes filled with sudden tears.
“I saw the obituary you wrote for the Daily Prophet,” said Harry. “I didn’t realize you knew Professor Dumbledore so well.”
“As well as anyone,” said Doge, dabbing103 his eyes with a napkin. “Certainly I knew him longest, if you don’t count Aberforth – and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth.”
“Speaking of the Daily Prophet… I don’t know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -?”
“Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy.”
“Elphias, I don’t know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about Dumbledore?”
Doge’s face flooded with angry color.
“Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more accurate term, positively104 pestered105 me to talk to her, I am ashamed to say that I became rather rude, called her an interfering106 trout107, which resulted, as you my have seen, in aspersions cast upon my sanity108.”
“Well, in that interview,” Harry went on, “Rita Skeeter hinted that Professor Dumbledore was involved in the Dark Arts when he was young.”
“Don’t believe a word of it!” said Doge at once. “Not a word, Harry! Let nothing tarnish109 your memories of Albus Dumbledore!”
Harry looked into Doge’s earnest, pained face, and felt, not reassured110, but frustrated111. Did Doge really think it was that easy, that Harry could simply choose not to believe? Didn’t Doge understand Harry’s need to be sure, to know everything?
Perhaps Doge suspected Harry’s feelings, for he looked concerned and hurried on, “Harry, Rita Skeeter is a dreadful – ”
But he was interrupted by a shrill112 cackle.
“Rita Skeeter? Oh, I love her, always read her!”
Harry and Doge looked up to see Auntie Muriel standing there, the plumes113 dancing on her hair, a goblet of champagne in her hand. “She’s written a book about Dumbledore, you know!”
“Hello, Muriel,” said Doge, “Yes, we were just discussing – ”
“You there! Give me your chair, I’m a hundred and seven!”
Another redheaded Weasley cousin jumped off his seat, looking alarmed, and Auntie Muriel swung it around with surprising strength and plopped herself down upon it between Doge and Harry.
“Hello again, Barry or whatever your name is,” she said to Harry, “Now what were you saying about Rita Skeeter, Elphias? You know, she’s written a biography of Dumbledore? I can’t wait to read it. I must remember to place an order at Flourish and Blotts!”
Doge looked stiff and solemn at this but Auntie Muriel drained her goblet and clicked her bony fingers at a passing waiter for a replacement114. She took another large gulp115 of champagne, belched116 and then said, “There’s no need to look like a pair of stuffed frogs! Before he became so respected and respectable and all that tosh, there were some mighty117 funny rumors118 about Albus!”
“Ill-informed sniping,” said Doge, turning radish-colored again.
“You would say that, Elphias,” cackled Auntie Muriel. “I noticed how you skated over the sticky patches in that obituary of yours!”
“I’m sorry you think so,” said Doge, more coldly still. “I assure you I was writing from the heart.”
“Oh, we all know you worshipped Dumbledore; I daresay you’ll still think he was a saint even if it does turn out that he did away with his Squib sister!”
“Muriel!” exclaimed Doge.
A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harry’s chest.
“What do you mean?” he asked Muriel. “Who said his sister was a Squib? I thought she was ill?”
“Thought wrong, then, didn’t you, Barry!” said Auntie Muriel, looking delighted at the effect she had produced. “Anyway, how could you expect to know anything about it! It all happened years and years before you were even thought of, my dear, and the truth is that those of us who were alive then never knew what really happened.
That’s why I can’t wait to find out what Skeeter’s unearthed119! Dumbledore kept that sister of his quiet for a long time!”
“Untrue!” wheezed120 Doge, “Absolutely untrue!”
“He never told me his sister as a Squib,” said Harry, without thinking, still cold inside.
“And why on earth would he tell you?” screeched121 Muriel, swaying a little in her seat as she attempted to focus upon Harry.
“The reason Albus never spoke122 about Ariana,” began Elphias in a voice stiff with emotion, “is, I should have thought, quite clear. He was so devastated123 by her death – ”
“Why did nobody ever see her, Elphias?” squawked Muriel, “Why did half of us never even know she existed, until they carried the coffin124 out of the house and held a funeral for her? Where was saintly Albus while Ariana was locked in the cellar? Off being brilliant at Hogwarts, and never mind what was going on in his own house!”
“What d’you mean, locked in the cellar?” asked Harry. “What is this?”
Doge looked wretched. Auntie Muriel cackled again and answered Harry.
“Dumbledore’s mother was a terrifying woman, simply terrifying. Muggle-born, though I heard she pretended otherwise-”
“She never pretended anything of the sort! Kendra was a fine woman,” whispered Doge miserably125, but Auntie Muriel ignored him.
“- proud and very domineering, the sort of witch who would have been mortified126 to produce a Squib-”
“Ariana was not a Squib!” wheezed Doge.
“So you say, Elphias, but explain, then, why she never attended Hogwarts!” said Auntie Muriel. She turned back to Harry. “In our day, Squibs were often hushed up, thought to take it to the extreme of actually imprisoning127 a little girl in the house and pretending she didn’t exist – ”
“I tell you, that’s not what happened!” said Doge, but Auntie Muriel steamrollered on, still addressing Harry.
Squibs were usually shipped off to Muggle schools and encouraged to integrate into the Muggle community… much kinder than trying to find them a place in the Wizarding world, where they must always be second class, but naturally Kendra Dumbledore wouldn’t have dreamed of letting her daughter go to a Muggle school –
“Ariana was delicate!” said Doge desperately128. “Her health was always too poor to permit her – ”
“- to permit her to leave the house?” cackled Muriel. “And yet she was never taken to St. Mungo’s and no Healer was ever summoned to see her!”
“Really, Muriel, how can you possibly know whether – ”
“For your information, Elphias, my cousin Lancelot was a Healer at St. Mungo’s at the time, and he told my family in strictest confidence that Ariana had never been seen there. All most suspicious, Lancelot thought!”
Doge looked to be on the verge129 of tears. Auntie Muriel, who seemed to be enjoying herself hugely, snapped her fingers for more champagne. Numbly130 Harry thought of how the Dursleys had once shut him up, locked him away, kept him out of sight, all for the crime of being a wizard. Had Dumbledore’s sister suffered the same fate in reverse: imprisoned131 for her lack of magic? And had Dumbledore truly left her to her fate while he went off to Hogwarts to prove himself brilliant and talented?
“Now, if Kendra hadn’t died first,” Muriel resumed, “I’d have said that it was she who finished off Ariana – ”
“How can you, Muriel!” groaned132 Doge. “A mother kill her own daughter? Think what you’re saying!”
“If the mother in question was capable of imprisoning her daughter for years on end, why not?” shrugged Auntie Muriel. “But as I say, it doesn’t fit, because Kendra died before Ariana – of what, nobody ever seemed sure-”
“Yes, Ariana might have made a desperate bid for freedom and killed Kendra in the struggle,” said Auntie Muriel thoughtfully. “Shake your head all you like, Elphias.
You were at Ariana’s funeral, were you not?”
“Yes I was,” said Doge, through trembling lips, “and a more desperately sad occasion I cannot remember. Albus was heartbroken-”
“His heart wasn’t the only thing. Didn’t Aberforth break Albus’ nose halfway133 through the service?”
If Doge had looked horrified134 before this, it was nothing to how he looked now. Muriel might have stabbed him. She cackled loudly and took another swig of champagne, which dribbled135 down her chin.
“How do you -?” croaked136 Doge.
“My mother was friendly with old Bathilda Bagshot,” said Auntie Muriel happily. “Bathilda described the whole thing to mother while I was listening at the door. A coffin-side brawl137. The way Bathilda told it, Aberforth shouted that it was all Albus’ fault that Ariana was dead and then punched him in the face. According to Bathilda, Albus did not even defend himself, and that’s odd enough in itself. Albus could have destroyed Aberforth in a duel138 with both hands tied behind his back.”
Muriel swigged yet more champagne. The recitation of those old scandals seemed to elate her as much as they horrified Doge. Harry did not know what to think, what to believe. He wanted the truth and yet all Doge did was sit there and bleat139 feebly that Ariana had been ill. Harry could hardly believe that Dumbledore would not have intervened if such cruelty was happening inside his own house, and yet there was undoubtedly140 something odd about the story.
“And I’ll tell you something else,” Muriel said, hiccupping slightly as she lowered her goblet. “I think Bathilda has spilled the beans to Rita Skeeter. All those hints in Skeeter’s interview about an important source close to the Dumbledores – goodness knows she was there all through the Ariana business, and it would fit!”
“Bathilda, would never talk to Rita Skeeter!” whispered Doge.
“Bathilda Bagshot?” Harry said. “The author of A History of Magic?”
The name was printed on the front of one of Harry’s textbooks, though admittedly not one of the ones he had read more attentively141.
“Yes,” said Doge, clutching at Harry’s question like a drowning man at a life heir. “A most gifted magical historian and an old friend of Albus’s.”
“Quite gaga these days, I’ve heard,” said Auntie Muriel cheerfully.
“If that is so, it is even more dishonorable for Skeeter to have taken advantage of her,” said Doge, “and no reliance can be placed on anything Bathilda may have said!”
“Oh, there are ways of bringing back memories, and I’m sure Rita Skeeter knows them all,” said Auntie Muriel “But even if Bathilda’s completely cuckoo, I’m sure she’d still have old photographs, maybe even letters. She knew the Dumbledores for years…. Well worth a trip to Godric’s Hollow, I’d have thought.”
Harry, who had been taking a sip142 of butterbeer, choked. Doge banged him on the back as Harry coughed, looking at Auntie Muriel through streaming eyes. Once he had control of his voice again, he asked, “Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godric’s Hollow?”
“Oh yes, she’s been there forever! The Dumbledores moved there after Percival was imprisoned, and she was their neighbor.”
“The Dumbledores lived in Godric’s Hollows?”
“Yes, Barry, that’s what I just said,” said Auntie Muriel testily143.
Harry felt drained, empty. Never once, in six years, had Dumbledore told Harry that they had both lived and lost loved ones in Godric’s Hollow. Why? Were Lily and James buried close to Dumbledore’s mother and sister? Had Dumbledore visited their graves, perhaps walked past Lily’s and James’s to do so? And he had never once told Harry … never bothered to say…
And why it was so important, Harry could not explain even to himself, yet he felt it had been tantamount to a lie not to tell him that they had this place and these experiences in common. He stared ahead of him, barely noticing what was going on around him, and did not realize that Hermione had appeared out of the crowd until she drew up a chair beside him.
“I simply can’t dance anymore,” she panted, slipping of one of her shoes and rubbing the sole of her foot. “Ron’s gone looking to find more butterbeers. It’s a bit odd. I’ve just seen Viktor storming away from Luna’s father, it looked like they’d been arguing – ” She dropped her voice, staring at him. “Harry, are you okay?”
Harry did not know where to begin, but it did not matter, at that moment, something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful63 and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus’s mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”
第二天下午三点，哈利、罗恩、弗雷德和乔治都准时地站在了果园内那巨大的白色帐篷外，恭候着前来参加会礼的礼宾们。哈利喝下了一大份复方药剂，现在俨然已经变成了一个长着红头发的小伙子，看起来就像是那个在本地奥特里·圣卡奇波尔上学的麻瓜男孩。当然，弗雷德很巧妙地用飞来咒“借”来了那小子的几根头发加入到了药剂中。按照计划，哈利要把名字改作“巴尼表弟”，况且，韦斯莱家族庞大的亲戚数目也确保不会有人怀疑他的身份。
他们四个手里都拿着一份婚礼的座位安排表，所以可以驾轻就熟指引每位客人找到他们的正确的座位。许多身着白色长袍的乐师已经在一小时前抵达了婚礼现场，手里拿着他们各式各样的金色乐器，而这些巫师全都坐在树下的不远处。哈利看到现场飘溢着魔幻般的蓝色轻烟，恍如仙境。而在他身后，从帐篷入口处可以看到，长长的紫色地毯的两侧整齐的摆放着一排排精致的金色座椅。而且帐篷的支柱也被各色的鲜花盘绕，装点一新。弗雷德和乔治正试图把一大束金色的气球装点在比尔和芙蓉宣誓成婚的地点上方。场地外边，三三两两的蜜蜂和蝴蝶正悠闲地在草坪和灌木丛中盘旋嬉戏。然而，眼前的一片祥和却怎么也抵消不了哈利心中那一份驱之不散的不安。那个麻瓜男孩的身材比哈利偏胖，自然的，在这个阳光明媚的夏日午后，身上略显紧绷的礼服长袍也让哈利倍感到天气的闷热和心中的焦躁。
“等我结婚的时候，”弗雷德一边松着自己礼服的衣领，一边抱怨道，“我绝不整这么多烦人的规矩，大家随便，想怎么折腾就怎么折腾，只要给老妈用一个全身束缚咒就好了。”
“说真的，老妈今天的表现不错，就是因为珀西没来伤心了一阵子，不过还有谁在乎那个笨蛋？”乔治说，“哎呀，大家精神点，看，他们来了！”
许多装扮各异的身影一个接一个的在场地边不远处显形，没几分钟，宾客的队伍就已初具规模，随后，人群开始沿着各自的路线穿过果园，朝帐篷赶来。充满异国情调的鲜花和被魔法魅惑的小鸟在女巫们的帽子上盘旋，男巫们的饰带上则闪烁着各色宝石的光芒，随着人们兴奋的交谈声逐渐清晰，先前的蜂鸣声也随着人群的出现而被淹没了。
“天呐，我发誓我看到了几个媚娃表亲，”乔治伸着脖子想看得更清楚些，“我想她们肯定需要一些私人的英语辅导，我想我可以胜任……”
“嘿，别急，小心呐，”弗雷德说着，径直穿过一群中年女巫，朝他的目标冲了过去，“这里——能否允许我为两位小姐效劳？（法语）”面对着直截了当的搭讪，这对漂亮的双胞胎姐妹咯咯笑着接受了他的邀请。
而另一方面，被撇下的乔治只能无奈地接待这群中年女巫，罗恩的职责是招呼韦斯莱先生的魔法部同事，至于哈利，只得去照顾一对几近失聪的老夫妇。
“嗨！”当哈利再次走出帐篷时，一个熟悉的声音跟他打着招呼，唐克斯和卢平出现在他面前，这次她给自己弄了一头金发，“亚瑟告诉我们那个卷头发的就是你。另外，昨晚的事情，真的很抱歉。”当哈利带着他们走过过道时她补充说，“魔法部对于狼人的抵触情绪越来越大，所以我们想昨天如果我们继续留在那里的话对你不会有任何好处”
“没事的，我理解，”哈利边说，便把更多的目光投向了卢平。卢平对他还以一个微笑，但当他们转身离开哈利的时候，哈利却注意到卢平的脸色又变得暗淡了。他对此并不是很理解，但现在也没有什么时间来仔细琢磨了。
海格引起了一场不小的骚动。当他准备落座的时候，误会了弗雷德指示，没有等他那个后排的椅子被施上加大加固的咒语就直接一屁股坐了下去，结果，五把金光闪闪的椅子刹那间成了棍棒和粉末。
当韦斯莱先生清理这些破坏现场的时候，海格向每一个愿意听他述说的人喋喋不休的道着歉。哈利赶回入口的时候发现罗恩正和一个穿着行为非常古怪的男巫在面对面说着话：一双细长的对眼，像棉花糖似的齐肩白发，戴着一顶奇怪的帽子，帽子上的长穗直甩到他面前，挡住了他的鼻子，身上穿的是一件蛋黄色的长袍。除此之外，还有一个比他胸前那个三角眼更引人注目的特征，就是他脖子上的那条金链发出的亮闪闪的光芒。
“谢农费里厄斯·洛夫古德，”他一边自我介绍着，一边把手伸向哈利，“我和我的女儿住在山上，所以，能够收到韦斯莱家的邀请实在是太棒了，而且，我想你应该认识我的女儿卢娜吧？”他转向罗恩补充说。
“是的，”罗恩说，“她没和您一起来么？”
“哦，她要在那边迷人的小庄园上逛一逛，去和那些地精们打个招呼，那些伟大的小生命们！现在几乎没几个人能够意识到我们可以从这些聪明的小东西们身上可以学到多少东西……更有甚者，我们甚至不能给他们一个合适的名字，这些不知疲倦的园丁。”
“我想我们其实是知道不少绝妙的诅咒字眼的”罗恩嘀咕着，“而且我想弗雷德和乔治早就教过那些可恶的小东西了。”
当卢娜出现的时候，他正带着一批巫师往帐篷走。
“你好，哈利！”她一如既往地打着招呼。
“呃——我的名字叫巴里——”哈利慌乱的答道。
“哦，已经改成这名字了么？”她爽朗的问道。
“你怎么会知道……”
“哦，仅仅是你的表情告诉我的而已”她说。
像她父亲一样，卢娜也是身着亮黄色长袍，头发上依旧装饰着那朵夸张的大向日葵，也许是习惯成自然了吧，哈利并没有觉得卢娜的打扮有什么不妥，至少，他没有戴那副惹眼的胡萝卜耳环。
谢农费里厄斯此时正兴致勃勃地和一位熟人攀谈，因而并没有注意到卢娜和哈利。直到与对方道别后，才转身看到自己的女儿，而卢娜正举着她的手指对他说：“爸爸，看——居然有一个地精咬了我。”
“太奇妙了！要知道，地精的唾液可是非常棒的。”洛古夫德先生抓着卢娜伸出的手指，一边检查着伤口一边说，“卢娜，我的宝贝儿，如果你今天感觉到自己有前所未有的类似于演唱歌剧或像美人鱼一样高声朗诵的冲动的话，千万别克制自己。我敢打赌，你会成为地精们赐予我们的一份神奇的礼物。”
罗恩转过头去，背对着这对父女大声地咳嗽着。
“罗恩可能会觉得很搞笑，”卢娜在哈利带着她和父亲走去落座的时候平静地说，“但我爸爸的确在地精魔法上颇有研究的。”
“真的？”哈利问道，由于他拿不准是否该向卢娜父女的古怪观点提出异议，所以这句话的声音拉得很长，“话说回来，你确定你不打算对你的伤口进行些什么处理么？”
“哦，没事的，”卢娜回答，她一边吸着自己受伤的手指，一边上下打量着哈利，“你看上去有心事啊，我告诉爸爸说大家多会选择穿礼服长袍来参加婚礼，但爸爸坚持认为婚礼上应该穿阳光样的亮色衣服，这是为了好运，我想你可以理解。”
离开了卢娜父女，哈利看到一个上了年纪的女巫拉着罗恩走了过来，那个女巫长着一个鹰钩鼻，红红的眼圈，再配上那粉红色的皮质帽子，让她怎么看都像是一只脾气暴躁的火烈鸟。
“……你的头发太长了，罗恩，这样下去，过不了多久，连我都会把你当成金妮了。天呐！谢农费里厄斯那是什么打扮？他看起来像一个煎蛋卷。还有，你是谁？”他冲哈利嚷嚷道。
“哦……啊……穆莉尔姨妈，他只是我们的巴尼表弟。”
“又一个韦斯莱？你长得像个地精，哈利波特不在这里么？我倒是很想见见他，我想他是你的朋友吧，罗恩，还是说那只是你在说大话？”
“不……他只是不方便来罢了。”
“嗯，在找借口，对么？不像他在照片上的样子啊。他们告诉我说新娘和我的头冠非常相配，”她冲着哈利嚷道，“那是妖精造的，你知道，而且在我们家族代代相传已经好几个世纪了。
她是个很漂亮的姑娘，但，怎么说也仍然是个法国人。好吧好吧，给我找个好位置，罗恩，我已经107岁了，不能站太久的。”经过哈利身边的时候罗恩给了他一个别有深意的眼神，然后就不见了。当下一次他们在入口碰面的时候，哈利正带着一大群客人在找位置落座。帐篷里这时已经几乎满员了，而在帐篷外，也第一次没有了排队等待入场的宾客。
“穆莉尔姨妈简直就是场噩梦，”罗恩一边说，还一边用袖子在擦他的额头，“她以前是每年圣诞节过来一趟，但是后来，感谢上帝，她受到了攻击，因为弗雷德和乔治在一次晚餐时在她椅子后面丢了个大粪弹。爸爸一直说姨妈对他们失望透了——不过事实上，他们现在正在变成整个家族里最有钱的人，而且，他们会……喔！”罗恩看到赫敏正急匆匆地向他们跑来，他的眼睛就马上恢复了兴奋的光彩，“你看上去还不赖嘛。”
“老样子，”赫敏笑着回答，她穿了一件轻质的淡紫色连衣裙，配上一双高跟鞋，向上次的圣诞舞会一样，头发也打理得很顺滑，“你的穆莉尔姨妈对我很不认同啊，刚才他在楼上给芙蓉头冠的时候我见到她了，她用夸张的声音说：‘哦，亲爱的，你居然是个麻瓜？’还说‘多差劲的仪态和肤质’。”
“甭理那个老家伙，她对每个人都那么无理的。”罗恩说。
“有人在说那个穆莉尔么？”乔治插话道，他和弗雷德刚从帐篷里走出来，“唉，刚才还跟我说，我的耳朵现在失衡了，那个老蝙蝠，真希望比琉斯叔叔还活着啊，他肯定可以让婚礼变得更有趣些。”
“他不是据说已经在24年前暴毙了么？”赫敏问道。
“没错，他死的确实有些莫明其妙。”乔治承认。
“但他生前从来都是宴会上的焦点和笑料，”弗雷德补充说，“他曾经一口气喝下整瓶的火焰威士忌，然后跑到舞池里，撩起他的长袍，变出整束整束的鲜花，你们绝对想不到，那变出花的地方居然是他的……”
“哦，听起来像是个白马王子啊，”赫敏说，一旁的哈利早就笑得前仰后合了。
“但他从没结过婚，出于某种原因，”罗恩接着补充。
“真太不可思议了，”赫敏说。
当他们正聊得热闹的时候，谁也没注意到，有一位客人姗姗来迟。这位一头黑发，长着鹰钩鼻，眉毛粗重的男士走过来，一边向罗恩出示婚礼请柬，一边却把目光投向另一侧的赫敏，用蹩脚的英语说“你的气色不错啊。”
“威克多尔！”赫敏吃惊得大叫，手里的袖珍包也掉在地上，还发出了与它小小个头极不相符的巨大声响。她赶忙红着脸，手忙脚乱的把手包捡起来，“我实在没想到你会来——当然——见到你很高兴——你最近好么？”一旁的罗恩耳根又开始红了，他一脸疑惑地扫了一眼请柬，大声问：“你是怎么来的？”
“芙蓉把我邀请来的。”克鲁姆眉毛一挑，答道。
哈利并没有机会和克鲁姆搭话，但他马上意识到他最好还是尽快把克鲁姆从罗恩身边弄走，带他去找座位。
“你的朋友见到我好像不大乐意，”克鲁姆跟着哈利走进帐篷，问道，“你是他亲戚吧？”他注意到了哈利的一头红发。
“我是他表弟，”哈利嘀咕着说，但克鲁姆似乎根本就没在听。克鲁姆的出现，在现场，尤其是在那些媚娃表亲中引起了小小的骚动：毕竟他是一个魁地奇明星。很多人都伸着脖子来争睹他的风采，罗恩、赫敏、弗雷德和乔治也随后跟了过来。
“入场的时间差不多了，”弗雷德对哈利说，“也许我们应该到新人那去。”
哈利、罗恩和赫敏在弗雷德和乔治身后坐在第二排。
赫敏看起来很不自然，罗恩的耳根也依旧通红。过了一会，他扭头对哈利嘀咕说，“瞧那小子的胡子多滑稽，对吧？”哈利含糊地应承着。
帐篷里的气氛很庄重，忽然，这种平静的氛围被一阵兴奋的说笑声打破了，韦斯莱夫妇从过道走了过来，笑着和亲友们打着招呼，韦斯莱夫人一身紫色礼服的打扮，头上的帽子也搭配得十分得体。
随后，比尔和查理身着礼服站在了礼堂最前方，胸前都佩着一大朵雪白的玫瑰，弗雷德兴奋的打着口哨，媚娃们也爆发出一阵咯咯的笑声。随着像是从那些金色气球里飘出的礼乐声音渐大，现场也重新回复了安静。
“喔！”赫敏说着，在座位上转过身往入口张望。
随着德拉库尔先生挽着芙蓉入场，人群中也爆发出了阵阵欢呼，芙蓉看起来神情自若，德拉库尔先生则喜形于色。芙蓉身着一身简单的白色长裙，却散发着无比迷人的魅力，相形之下，也让周围众人的风采完全被她掩盖，今天芙蓉的美让所有人为之倾倒。金妮和加布里埃尔双双身着金色礼服，看上去也比平时更加的动人。芙蓉把手伸给比尔，比尔就像从来没有遇到过芬里尔·格雷伯克那样精神。
“女士们、先生们，”一个略带唱音的声音响起来了，哈利看到一个头发蓬乱的小个巫师——那个主持邓布利多葬礼的巫师，现在了比尔和芙蓉的面前，“今天我们齐聚一堂，共同见证两位新人的天赐良缘……”
“确实，我的头冠让整个婚礼变得更加完美了，”穆莉尔姨妈低声感慨，“但我必须得说，金妮的装扮不是很得体。”
金妮偷偷扭头转向哈利，微微一笑，然后马上又转向前方。哈利的思维马上从婚礼溜开，飘到了那个在学校操场上与金妮独处的午后，不过，那好像已经是很久之前的事情了，而且幸福得让人感觉不真实，就好像是他从别人——一个正常人，一个额头上没有闪电疤痕的人那里偷到的一小段幸福……
“好了，比尔·亚瑟，请携手芙蓉·伊莎贝拉……”
在最前排，韦斯莱夫人和德拉库尔夫人两人的手帕都早已被幸福的泪水浸透，吹喇叭一样的抽鼻声也在后排响了起来，不用问，海格已经拿出了标志性的桌布大小的手帕开始抽泣，而哈利身边的赫敏，也早已热泪盈眶了。
“……现在，我宣布你们正式结为夫妻”
那个头发蓬乱的司仪在比尔和芙蓉头上一挥魔杖，奇幻的银色小星星在他们四周升起盘旋，随着乔治和弗雷德所引领的一片掌声，金色的气球纷纷爆炸，变成一只只快乐的飞鸟和金色的挂钟在空中飘摆，美妙的乐曲声也随即响起。
“女士们先生们，”司仪再次开口，“请全体起立。”
大家全都照做了，只是穆莉尔姨妈有些抱怨，巫师再次挥动魔杖，帐篷随之消失，他们刚才落座的座位也飞了起来，天空中幻化成华美的金色的拱顶，令人叹为观止。随后，一点金光从中央向四周铺展开来，变成一个巨大的舞池，刚才飞起的座椅纷纷落下，围着一张张的白色小桌分布在舞池周边，乐队也随之登上了舞台。
“太棒了。”当罗恩看到各处突然冒出来的侍者们用银盘端着南瓜汁、黄油啤酒、火焰威士忌、小薄饼和三明治的时候发出了由衷赞叹。
“我们应该过去向他们道贺，”赫敏说，她踮脚望向已被祝福者们包围的比尔和芙蓉。
“我们待会会有机会的，”罗恩耸耸肩，顺手拿过三杯黄油啤酒，递了一杯给哈利，“赫敏，接着。让我们先找张桌子坐吧……那里不行，千万不能靠着穆莉尔姨妈……”
罗恩带头穿过舞池，东一头西一头地找着合适的座位。但哈利可以肯定罗恩一直都在盯着克鲁姆，他们钻到了场地的另一头，这里的大部分座位都已经有人了，只有一张桌子上有空位，卢娜孤零零的坐在旁边。
“不介意我们坐在这吧？”罗恩问。
“当然，”她开心的回答，“爸爸跑去给比尔和芙蓉送贺礼了”
“什么礼物？不会是终身免费供应戈迪根吧？”罗恩问。
赫敏习惯性的想去踩罗恩，警告他别乱说话，不过错踩到了哈利，哈利忍着痛半天没说话。
舞曲响起，比尔夫妇在掌声中步入舞池开始领舞，随后，韦斯莱夫妇和德拉库尔夫妇也开始加入其中。
“我喜欢这首曲子，”卢娜说，她伴着节奏摇摆了一小会，随后，她起身走到舞池边，闭着眼睛，舞着胳膊，自顾自地跳起舞来。
“她真的很伟大，对吧，”罗恩钦佩地说，“总是这么自我感觉良好！”
但他脸上的笑容很快就消失不见了，威克多尔·克鲁姆坐在了卢娜留下的空位上，赫敏显得很局促和紧张，但这次克鲁姆并不是过来和她搭讪，他一脸怒气的问：“那个穿黄衣服的男人是谁？”
“谢农费里厄斯·洛夫古德，是我们朋友的父亲，”罗恩回答，并用警告的语气表明这里并不欢迎取笑谢农费里厄斯的言辞，那会被当作是一种挑衅的，“我们去跳舞吧。”他突然对赫敏说。
她肯定被吓了一大跳，但却也十分开心，随即起身应邀，并和罗恩一起消失在舞池里逐渐壮大的跳舞队伍中。
“啊，他们现在在一起了么？”克鲁姆烦躁地问道。
“呃——一定程度上吧，”哈利回答说。
“你是谁？”克鲁姆接着问。
“巴尼·韦斯莱”
他们握了握手。
“那巴尼，你和那个洛古夫德熟么？”
“不熟，我也仅仅是今天才和他见的面。怎么了？”
克鲁姆透过他面前的饮料，盯着在舞池边正和别人相聊甚欢的谢农费里厄斯。
“那是因为……”克鲁姆说，“如果他不是芙蓉的客人的话，我早就杀了他了，因为在他胸前我发现了那个可恶的标志。”
“标志？”哈利也转头看着谢农费里厄斯，注意着他胸前的那个奇怪的三角眼标志，“怎么回事？有什么不对么？”
“格林沃德，那是格林沃德的标志”
“格林沃德……那个被邓布利多击败的黑巫师？”
“没错。”
克鲁姆下巴的肌肉紧绷着，然后他说，“格林沃德杀了很多人，其中就包括我的祖父，当然，对现在的人来讲，也许他的恐怖早就被淡忘了。他们说他害怕邓布利多——的确，看看他怎么死的就知道了。但这个，”他指着谢农费里厄斯，“那是他的标志，我永远不会忘记：格林沃德小时候就已经把它刻在了德姆斯特朗的一面墙上。许多小孩在课本上衣服上复制这个标记来装酷，可是格林沃德害了他们的家人，他们就酷不起来了”
克鲁姆一边捏着自己的指节一边死死盯着谢农费里厄斯，哈利觉得有些不可思议，卢娜的父亲居然会是黑魔法的拥趸？而且在场的其他人似乎也并没有觉得这个三角形的标志有什么不妥。
“你真的……嗯……确信那就是格林沃德的……”
“不会错的，”克鲁姆冷冷的回答，“我看着这个标志长大的，绝不可能记错。”
“好吧，但还有一种可能，”哈利说，“谢农费里厄斯会不会根本就不明白那个标志的特殊含义，我的意思是，洛夫古德一家实在是……不太寻常，他可能只是从什么地方偶然得到那个东西的，然后就把它当成弯角鼾兽头部的侧视图什么的了。”
“什么东西的侧视图？”
“好吧，我承认，其实我也不知道那是个什么东西，但很明显他和他女儿却为了寻找他们而搭上了整个假期……”
哈利觉得他正在为解释卢娜和他父亲的古怪行为而白费力气。
“就是她，”他指着卢娜说，此时的卢娜仍旧在那自我陶醉，像是赶蚊子似的挥舞着自己的双臂。
“她那是在干什么？”克鲁姆问。
“也许正在试图摆脱一只骚扰?。”哈利说，他觉得这种症状应该就是这样。
克鲁姆现在已经拿不准面前这个人是不是在拿自己找乐，他把魔杖从长袍中抽了出来放在腿上，准备起身离开了。
“格里戈维奇！”哈利大叫，克鲁姆吓了一跳，但哈利顾不了许多，他太兴奋了；在看到克鲁姆的魔杖的时候他都记起来了，三强争霸赛时，奥利凡德在检查大家魔杖的时候曾经提到过。
“他怎么了？”克鲁姆惊奇地说。
“他是魔杖制作师。”
“这我知道，”克鲁姆说。
“他给你做的魔杖！那就是为什么我会想到——魁地奇——”
克鲁姆越听越糊涂。
“你怎么会知道格里戈维奇给我做的魔杖？”
“啊，我……我想是在什么地方读到的”哈利说，“是在——一份球迷杂志上，”他这次的即兴发挥好像让克鲁姆紧绷的神经放松了一些。
“我怎么没记得和球迷讨论过魔杖的事情。”他嘀咕着。
“那么……嗯……现在格里戈维奇在哪？”
克鲁姆不解的看着他。
“他退隐多年了，我的魔杖是他最后一批产品，我想，他做的魔杖是最棒的——当然，我明白，你们英国人大多比较喜欢奥利凡登的产品。”
哈利不再说什么了，他假装和克鲁姆一起观看舞会，但脑子里却在飞快地思索着。
伏地魔煞费苦心的寻找这样一位著名魔杖制作者的原因哈利不难想到。肯定是由于伏地魔复活那天他们魔杖之间发出的闪回咒。这两根有着同样凤凰尾羽的魔杖为何会产生那样的共鸣，恐怕即使是奥利凡登也不能完全理解。那格里戈维奇又会知道多少呢？它比奥利凡登懂得更多么？他又知道多少奥利凡登所不知道的魔杖秘密呢？
“那个女孩很漂亮啊。”克鲁姆的话把哈利从沉思中唤醒。
克鲁姆指的正是金妮，她现在正和卢娜在一起，“她也是你的亲戚吧？”
“是啊，”哈利感到有些恼火，回答说，“倒是挺漂亮，不过这人已经跟了别人了，那人是个小心眼，惹不起啊。”
“是么，”克鲁姆垂头丧气地说，“当一个国际著名的魁地奇球员的代价，就是漂亮姑娘都被人挑走了？”说罢，从身边经过的侍者那里取了份三明治，然后转身沿着舞池边离开了。哈利想尽快找到罗恩，告诉他格里戈维奇的事情，但那家伙正和赫敏在舞池中间跳得不可开交呢。
哈利又想去找金妮，可金妮现在正跟李·乔丹跳呢，哈利想到对罗恩的保证，痛苦的走开了。
哈利以前没参加过麻瓜婚礼，所以他不能比较巫师婚礼和麻瓜婚礼的优劣，他只能弄明白的一点是，随着夜越来越深，晚会变成了狂欢，婚礼上的欢声笑语跟所有其它的美好时刻一样，都是稍纵即逝。
弗雷德和乔治和芙蓉的表亲一起跑到不知什么地方疯玩去了；查理，海格等人坐在角落里，唱着著名的《英雄奥多》。
哈利在四处闲逛中遇到了罗恩的叔父，他喝的烂醉，费了半天劲才分辨出哈利是不是他的儿子。哈利发现了一位在桌旁独坐的老巫师。他白云一样雪白的头发令他看起来更像是一朵老蒲公英，头上还带着一顶被虫子蛀过的毡帽。他看起来很面熟。哈利绞尽脑汁的回想着。忽然间，他记起来了，这是埃非亚·多戈，凤凰社的成员，邓布利多的悼词也是由他执笔的。
哈利向他走了过去。
“我能坐在这么？”
“当然，当然，”多戈回答说。他声调很高，声音也很苍老。哈利往前凑了凑。
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