Felix and Bill stood in front of a tall wooden house not far from the wedding tent. The house was twenty or thirty feet high, and each side was made of trunks with excess branches peeled off. The trunk only retained the top part of the canopy, and the overall look was like a green mushroom.

This is a temporary house for Hagrid's younger brother Glopp, but now a big hole is broken in the small house.

"Little Glopp didn't find the door when he woke up in the morning." Haeger said without a head or end, as if this sentence was enough. He knocked and knocked, took off the ragged wood and replaced it with a new log. He tied a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth to the edge of the door and pointed it to Glopp.

The giant stretched out two fingers, pinched the handkerchief and pulled it back and forth, and the door kept opening and closing.

"He's smart," Bill said.

"Yes," Haeger said proudly, "Glopp can count to twelve."

Glopp's thick fingers tilted the logs one by one, and said in a muffled voice: "One, two, three...ten," when he counted ten, he mostly produced two more, "Glopp eleven, Hager twelve."

He touched his head and smirked.

"It's great, Hagrid," said Felix. "He still has a lot of potential to dig. But we're going to move the house first."

"Move it," Hagrid said readily: "I think the method of binding names and numbers can make Glopp count to seventeen. If there are more, it won't work," his face turned gloomy, "it's easy to miss one or two names."

The giant suddenly stood in front of the house and shouted at them, "Glopp-want-the house."

"Just take it away for the time being." Hagrid also responded loudly, "I'll give it to you tonight." After saying that, he looked at Felix uncertainly, "You can use that - that magic that can reduce objects, right?"

"I plan to use another magic." Felix said vaguely, "It is easy to carry, and of course it is more interesting." He looked at Glopp, "Go away." The giant was stunned for a while, remembering the three big dogs, he reluctantly moved away and sat on the ground.

The ground trembled violently.

Felix circled around the cottage, looking for a suitable angle, and then thought the cottage spread out like silver yarn. The color of the wood became unreal, and the lines on the edges became more prominent, like a three-dimensional oil painting. He stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the three-dimensional painting was compressed into a plane, floating on Felix's hand, and Felix rolled it up and handed it to Hagrid.

Hagrid unfolded the picture blankly, Glopp's eyes widened, his head resting on Hagrid's shoulders, and hesitated in his mouth.

"Can you do this now?" Bill asked in surprise.

"It's quite interesting to use ancient magic texts with other magical applications, right?" Felix asked.

"It's like my memory is confused." Bill said casually, "When I was in school, I didn't think that ancient magic literature would become like this - are you still in touch with Professor Babuling?"

Felix hesitated for a moment, "She said I made my leisurely vacation busy." However, the ancient demonic teaching professor before him praised Felix's approach to the ancient demonic teaching association, believing that it was to help her vent her anger.

"The old guy is hiding from me now," she wrote proudly in the letter, Felix wasn't sure if she was talking about Cremy's grandfather or the president before him - maybe both.

Felix used magic to create a top and let Glopp play. Then they walked towards the burial on the soft lawn, and kept waving at Glopp, with irregular oil paintings stacked into scrolls in his hand.

"Beware, Hagrid, the magic may destroy its structure." Felix warned him. Hagrid's bold movements suddenly became much softer.

After passing through a sand fruit tree, the burial was far away, Bill hesitated for a moment.

"Felix, I have something to tell you, it's about the goblin."

Felix looked at him and waited for the following.

"I worked in Gringot for a while, and I knew them, or thought I knew them. When it was not involved in some sensitive topics, wizards and goblins could still become friends. They were individually different, and their personalities were good and bad."

Felix knew that Bill was not talking about this, "It is no surprise that the character and emotions of intelligent creatures are always richer."

"That's right," Bill echoed, and continued, "A one of my goblin friends told me that the Goblin Brotherhood has chosen a new leader, and was dissatisfied with the goblin's easy agreement to join the Pan-Magic Alliance, and was also dissatisfied with the wizard's threat to disclose the secrets of goblin magic. In addition, not only the English one, but the Gringotts are all over the world, and they balanced their opinions through a presbyterian church. Only nearly one-third of the goblin elders participated in the previous negotiations."

"You mean they have disagreements and the trend is obvious?" Felix thought for a moment and asked, "Are they going to do something in the near future?"

“As far as I know, no,” Bill said, “but they should be doing something when our negotiations with the Muggle government come to an end.”

"Then let's stare first," Felix said. "Even a powder keg is only going to break out in the future. Unlike ongoing government negotiations, Goblin has joined the Pan-Magic Alliance, and Dirk Kressway, director of the Goblin Liaison Office, will appease them. I can't pull myself away at the moment - if nothing unexpected happens, I'll go abroad by the end of the wedding."

"Foreign?" Bill and Hagrid shouted at the same time. Bill's eyes flashed with thoughtful eyes, "It has something to do with the guests Sirius temporarily added? They are from the International Wizards' Federation..."

"Well," Felix did not say in detail, "Compared with foreign problems, the trouble caused by goblins seems a bit insignificant - the goblins problem is not that it cannot be solved, but it is difficult to solve for a moment. We can pretend to threaten to cut at the negotiating table, and split up, but the specific implementation will inevitably accompany the turmoil and chaos in the entire wizarding world. At this moment, this node is not cost-effective."

He actually has only one meaning, distinguishing between the primary and secondary, and it is obvious that the fairy belongs to the latter.

The three of them walked through the garden that seemed to be washed. Mrs. Weasley stood in front of the window with a long list, and her sharp eyes were glanced back and forth. After hearing the movement of opening the door, she came up and couldn't help but say anxiously: "I always feel that it's almost nothing."

Bill opened his mouth, but a white shadow passed by Mrs. Weasley and threw herself into his arms. It was Furong. She took a step back and turned around in place. The white dress unfolded like ripples in the water, and her long silver-water hair was like the finishing touch.

"Dear, do I look pretty?" Furong asked.

"Very pretty," Bill said, and Fleur immediately smiled, but the smile on Mrs. Weasley's face was retracted. Felix looked around and pointed to the banner floating above the ceiling and the purple lanterns piled in the corner and said, "I think it's because of this, Molly, there were some things that didn't have time to clean up at Harry's birthday party last night."

"Oh, yes, you're right." Mrs. Weasley said in a panic.

Hager followed Felix carefully and the two walked into the living room, which was crowded. "Hello, Charlie." Hager said enthusiastically that Charlie was the second child of the Weasley family and worked in Romania to study fire dragons. Hager liked him very much, perhaps because Charlie had helped him a lot.

"Is Norber okay?" Haeger asked.

"Norber?" Charlie laughed, "We're calling it Nobeta now."

"What-Norber is a girl?"

"Yes," said Charlie. "Young dragons are not easy to distinguish gender, but they are easier to grow up. For example, the Ukrainian iron belly I recently got, which looks like a balloon-like figure..." He looked at Felix, who waved at him and sat next to Lupin.

"They did grow very fast when they were young," Haeger whispered, remembering his experience of raising dragons.

When Felix sat down, Lupin leaned over and whispered slightly anxiously: "When the wedding is over, can you take time to come to the company? It shouldn't take too much time."

"What?" Felix asked in a low voice.

"I think... it's done." Lupin seemed to be trying hard to hide his excitement. The Dragurians were quite surprised, but they were immediately attracted by Mr. Weasley's wonderful joke.

"What's the matter-oh!" Felix looked at Lupin and he gestured.

"The ancient magic of controlling werewolf transformation." Lupin said in a trembling voice: "Maybe it was the effect of alcohol. After celebrating Harry's birthday last night, I returned to the Sword Castle. I felt a strange feeling in my heart. I tried it once, and it turned out to be the last step very smoothly, but I dared not continue."

"No problem, just tonight." Felix said in contemplation. He was also happy for Lupin. Five months passed, Lupin finally saw the dawn of hope. He even had a lot of ancient magical texts for his work reasons, which shows the difficulty of this magic.

He could also understand Lupin's impatient situation - normally, it is the best choice to test on a full moon night, but the meaning of this magic is too great for him, and the waiting time for half a month seems too long.

...

Mr. Weasley laughed as if he was the one who listened to the story.

The Delakule couple are not very good at English, so they express their praise in French. Their young daughter Gabriel Delakule sat between her parents and looked around. She was simply a copy of Furong. Although she was only 11 years old, she was a complete beauty. She and Ginny were the bridesmaids of today's wedding.

Gabri suddenly jumped from her seat, her little face pressed against the window, and she chirped: "Mom! Someone is here, is it a guest of the wedding? The wedding is about to begin?"

Mr. Weasley also stood up and walked to the window to look out. "It was Percy and Penelo, and there was another man - Sirius!" He glanced at his watch, then searched the room for a circle, and finally fell on Charlie.

"It's time really, Charlie, go call the little guys who are staying in the garage-" Charlie stood up, "Okay, dad." "-By the way, help me see if they've made a mess of the things in the garage."

"Let Gabrie go," said Mr. Dragul with a good temper. His wife stood up, the couple's height seemed to be upside down, a slim figure with bright blonde hair, and a slim, chubby, and a black mustache.

Gabriel ran to the door happily, pushed open it, and disappeared into their sight in the blink of an eye. It was like a signal, and everyone in the room moved.

On the other side, earlier-

Adults stayed in the living room and talked, while the kids (or people who were considered children) were huddling in the Weasley garage, chatting relaxed. Ron kept fiddling with the radio equipment the Weasley twins brought back.

"I'll buy one in the future, too," said Ron.

"You're not a Auror?" Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Of course," Ron said, "but it doesn't prevent me from having a personal hobby."

"Our brother is very interested in stuffing his voice into other people's ears," Fred told Cedric. The two families moved nearby to take care of each other because of Voldemort's brief threat. After the war, the Digory family did not move back. Instead, they thought it was good and often walked around.

"Don't say you don't like it," Ron pointed out.

"Yeah, we're just reminding you," George said in a threatening tone. "If you're also going to share some interesting family stories, it's better not to bring us with you, for your personal health."

"You mean Mr. Weasley's interview?" Hermione asked the twins.

They did not respond positively. "The Daily Prophet quoted some Muggles, and now I feel like I am standing naked in the snow and ice." Fred said in a depressed tone.

"Parents are such terrible creatures. They remember every moment you made a fool of yourself since you were born." George also said with deep emotion.

“—and happy to share.”

"I originally thought that was my mother's hobby!"

"Who knew it was Dad who gave us a fatal blow from behind."

"I don't dare to go out to see people anymore."

The two of them sang and said that Harry didn't see much embarrassment on their faces, and Mr. Weasley didn't mention anything bad, but Harry solved his doubts - the Weasleys used marking the twins' butts to distinguish the two identical babies in the swaddle.

"Hey, I saw a group of goblins looking towards this side." Qiu Zhang said through the window.

"This is strange," Ron said puzzledly. "In the past, they would appear in a day or two, and it would take time to muster up the courage."

"I know the reason," Ginny said. "Dad thought every member of the family should be happy, so he quietly took some candy and distributed it to the goblins."

"Every family member? Goblin?" Ron was stunned, and for a moment, his face showed a clear expression: "I said, why did Dad think of changing new clothes to the ghoul in the attic? I thought he was infected by his mother... right, Harry?"

"Stop talking." Harry said in pain, as he accidentally squeezed a few pusses while grabbing the ghoul's arm. The stench could make people faint. Hermione, Ginny and Qiu Zhang giggled, Cedric turned his head, and he also endured it very hard.

At this time, a little girl with silver waterfall-like hair appeared at the door, "Hello! They asked you to come! The guests are coming!"

"I know, Gabrie." Hermione said softly, as if the person who smiled so happily just now was not her, "Let's go."

When they came out, they happened to meet a group of people coming out of the Hulk. Mr. Weasley handed the seat chart to Fred and George, "Help, kids." Then he turned his head and said to Ginny, "If you don't want to hear your mom shouting your name with a megaphone, you'd better go back and change your clothes quickly."

Ginny screamed "Oh" and hurriedly ran back. Gabrie's footsteps were lightly placed behind her.

"Where is Amelia and Tonks?" Behind the crowd, Felix and Lupin walked together and asked Sirius who had just appeared.

Sirius glanced at his watch.
To be continued...