Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 432 Blake's Wedding
“It’s getting late,” Ginny said, glancing at the time. “We need to get up early tomorrow, so hurry up and get ready—otherwise, Mom will scold you.”

"Who are you? Our mother?" Fred and George asked in unison.

Ginny sneered, stood up, and walked towards her guest room.

“Sometimes I think…” Sirius said, standing behind Harry, “why don’t we buy the two villas next door? It would be convenient for everyone to live together, don’t you think?”

"The two buildings next door?" Harry scratched his chin and asked, "How do you plan to buy them? What if they don't accept them?"

“They’ll accept it,” Sirius said with a smile, patting Harry on the shoulder.

What Harry didn't know was that number twelve Grimmauld Place was originally a townhouse in London owned by a handsome Muggle.

At some point later, an early member of the Black family coveted the beautiful house and managed to "persuade" the original Muggles to move away, using the corresponding spell on the house—the Faithful Charm.

Because the house could not be discovered, the Muggle residents living nearby had long been accustomed to the "ridiculous mistake" of number 11 being right next to number 13.

But Sirius doesn't seem to intend to use any of the "special methods" his ancestors used. The owner of number 11 already planned to sell the house, and as for number 13...

Number 13 has been idle for a long time.

Around 10 o'clock, the adults finally finished chatting. They stood up reluctantly and shooed away the children who were still lingering to sleep.

That night, when they were going to bed, Harry brought up the topic of buying a house with Vivi.

“I’m thinking of buying number thirteen. What do you think?” Vivi suggested. “We can’t keep living with the Blacks. The Godfather is getting married to Miss Farley soon. It’s time for us to buy our own house. What do you think?”

“Doesn’t Neumont Gardburg count?” Harry asked.

“That’s the Grindelwalds’ house, not the Potters’ house,” Vivi said, ruffling Harry’s hair. “That’s Gellert’s house, what does it have to do with me?”

“Alright, I’ll do as you say.” Harry nodded. “Thirteen Grimmauld Place… After we buy it, we’ll need to tidy it up properly and renovate it. I actually have a lot of design ideas for the new house…”

“Me too!” Papi chimed in. “How could a house design project be complete without Papi?”

“Oh, are you planning to add a stable to the house?” Cassandra’s indifferent voice sounded behind her. “If so, I have a small suggestion: the stable should be built in the yard, not inside the house…”

“Vivi!” Papiya complained relentlessly, “Look at her! How could she do this!”

Vivi glanced at Cassandra helplessly: "Alright, Casey, stop joking like that—you're a grown woman now."

"Who do you think you are?" Cassandra crossed her arms and scoffed. "My mother?"

As a result of saying this, Vivi used a spell to gag him and bind his body.

Pappy clapped and cheered from the sidelines, delighted that Cassandra had been captured alive!

They laughed and joked until midnight before finally falling asleep.

The next day, Cassandra was still holding a grudge against Vivi for tying her up.

"Okay, don't be angry." Vivi put her arm around Cassandra's waist from behind and whispered in her ear, "Who told you to say those things last night? I had to teach you a lesson to get revenge for Papiyas, didn't I?"

"Heh." Cassandra curled her lip, not bothering to pay any attention to Vivi.

Half an hour later, the two of them came out of the bathroom one after the other, with a suspicious blush on Cassandra's face.

"All done?" Harry asked Vivi in ​​a low voice.

“Of course.” Vivi smiled smugly. “With me here, there will be no surprises.”

The day before the wedding should have been tense, but everyone was actually quite relaxed except for Sirius and Miss Farley.

After all, it wasn't their wedding.

“One more day,” Vivi counted on her fingers, “one more day, and Gemma will go from ‘Miss Farley’ to ‘Mrs. Black’…”

“You’re also looking forward to becoming ‘Mrs. Potter,’ aren’t you?” Cassandra taunted from the side.

"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Vivi asked, turning around in surprise.

Cassandra pouted and didn't reply.

Even if you have expectations, what good will it do? Didn't some philandering cat still interfere?
However, Cassandra's anger from fifth grade has now turned into helplessness.

Since there's no way to change Harry's mind anyway, we might as well just let it go.

Another night passed, and Sirius's wedding finally took place.

Harry had always been curious about where Sirius's wedding would be held—and when the day came, he finally learned that he would be getting married at Hogwarts.

This was a wedding destined to be recorded in "Hogwarts: A History of the School".

In the morning, they used the Portkey to enter Hogwarts.

They were greeted by the beaming Hagrid and the gloomy Professor Snape.

It's hard to imagine why Dumbledore would arrange it this way; perhaps he also had a bit of amusement in mind?
Just imagine, Hagrid and Snape working together as greeters... well... there's a certain contrast in that.

Professor McGonagall had changed into a brand new outfit. Her expression was no longer as stern as before, but rather smiling. When she saw Sirius Black, her former protégé, she patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Happy marriage," Professor McGonagall said.

“Oh, thank you, Minerva,” Sirius said with a smile.

Many students at Hogwarts who hadn't gone home for the holidays were overjoyed to hear that a wedding would be held today.

They were even more excited after learning that the main character of the wedding was Mr. Black, the Minister of Magic.

By nine o'clock in the morning, the guests had arrived one after another.

Among them were ministers of magic from many countries, who, whether they thought so or not, unanimously agreed that a day that brought together ministers of magic from various countries was an important day.

On this day, the Ministers of Magic reach many consensuses in private, which is unparalleled by any meeting.

His marriage is more significant than all the contributions he has made in his life, isn't it? The wedding officially began at 10 a.m.

The best man wasn't Harry, but Lupin—the only remaining close friend of Sirius among the Marauders.

His clothes were personally selected by Nymphadora Tonks, and they suited his style perfectly.

The bridesmaid was Cassandra, who was also the most eye-catching woman in the room—she slightly raised her chin, her grey-blue eyes calmly scanning the room with the arrogance unique to the Malfoy family.

Only when his gaze occasionally swept over Harry would a hint of warmth appear.

At this moment, Vivi was sitting in the main seat, wearing a dignified black robe with a silver-green badge pinned to her chest.

Her long golden hair was styled into a neat bun, and her violet eyes swept across the room with the prudence and majesty of someone at the pinnacle of power.

Harry sat next to her, and only when the two of them were talking in hushed tones would Vivi's expression thaw like a gentle spring breeze.

Pappy, on the other hand, was much more lively. She was wearing a fluffy, glossy black cloak that looked like a sniffler's fur, and she was holding a fluffy little cat wrapped in a scarf that seemed to be hibernating in her arms. She was talking excitedly to Anne next to her.

Anne was wrapped in a thick robe, her face paler than usual, but looking at the occasion, a gentle and knowing smile played on her lips, as if she were seeing a peace that she could not have imagined a hundred years ago through this wedding.

Just then, the music started.

It's the wedding march, personally conducted by Professor Flitwick, which is perfect for this occasion.

The auditorium doors slowly opened, and Sirius Black walked in and stood in front of the stage to wait.

He was dressed in a formal black tuxedo robe with simple silver rune embroidered on the hem.

After a while, Miss Farley also came in from outside the auditorium.

Today, she wore a pure white wedding dress, which made her look holy and flawless.

As Miss Farley stood before Sirius, Professor Dumbledore stepped out from the side—the officiant and witness at the wedding was none other than Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

“Dear friends,” he said in a gentle yet clear voice, “we gather in this castle that has witnessed countless loves and growth, in the embrace of winter, to celebrate the union of two souls. The cold draws us closer, and the snow makes our hearts even purer.”

He turned to Sirius Black: "Sirius Black, you have weathered the harshest winters, but the fire within you has never been extinguished. Are you willing to make an eternal covenant with Gemma Farley, the wise, resilient woman who guides you like the North Star? To cherish her and protect her, through spring and summer or autumn and winter, until the stars fall?"

Sirius took a deep breath.

"I am willing."

His voice was firm and left no room for doubt.

Dumbledore then looked at Gemma Farley, his eyes filled with the pride of an elder: "Gemma Farley, with your composure and ability, you not only navigate the complex political arena with ease, but you have also warmed a heart once frozen by fate. Are you willing to forge an eternal covenant with this loyal, courageous man, Sirius Black, to accompany him and trust him, whether the road ahead is sunny or stormy, until the end of time?"

Gemma looked up, her eyes bright and clear.

She first looked at Sirius, then her gaze swept quickly over Vivi, carrying a silent farewell to her former boss and friend.

"I am willing."

Her voice was clear and gentle.

There were no dazzling beams of magic, but when Dumbledore announced their marriage, large, silent snowflakes began to fall from the magical dome that enveloped the stadium. They passed through the barrier and transformed into soft specks of light, sprinkling down on the newlyweds.

At the same time, the ice-sculpted roses and holly around the venue suddenly bloomed with even more dazzling brilliance, and wedding songs filled the air.

The guests applauded, celebrating the union of the newlyweds.

Whether some of them were celebrating the couple's marriage or the fact that the banquet was finally about to begin... is hard to say.

The Hogwarts students were extremely excited, cheering happily for Sirius Black's wedding and for the upcoming banquet.

Although the food at Hogwarts is good, wouldn't it be even better to have a private room?

The wedding banquet was held in the castle's hall. The four long academy tables were moved away and replaced with many small round tables covered with thick white fur and decorated with magically formed ice crystals and candlesticks.

The house-elves have prepared a sumptuous winter feast: golden-brown and crispy roasted turkey, garlic-roasted lamb chops with rosemary flavor, various stews suitable for this cold weather, and desserts shaped like snowballs and snowmen—a dazzling array that is sure to dazzle the eye.

Ron looked around but couldn't find the chicken leg he wanted, which made him somewhat disappointed.

That makes sense. What would it be like to have a formal occasion like a wedding banquet without chicken legs?

But the house-elves of Hogwarts clearly didn't see it that way; they insisted on not serving chicken legs, a dish considered unrefined, at the wedding feast.

“I’ve decided,” Ron muttered to Neville, “If I ever get married, I absolutely refuse to let the house-elves of Hogwarts prepare the wedding feast!”

"Just because there are no chicken legs?" Neville looked at Ron in surprise.

Ron pursed his lips, stopped talking, and reached for the garlic-roasted lamb chops.

Harry sat next to Ron, not with Vivi—because for politicians, this wedding banquet was essentially a private networking event, not a real 'wedding banquet'.

She was with the ministers of magic from other countries, discussing matters concerning the Magical Congress of the United States, as well as the threats posed by Voldemort and Lanlock.

Some things can't be discussed openly, but in these private settings, it's perfectly fine.

The house-elves of Hogwarts were pulling out all the stops, working at full speed to provide food for the wedding feast.

Hagrid sat with the professors, and next to him sat Professor Snape, whose face was grim.

Yes, it's impossible for Professor Snape not to feel upset when he saw Sirius get married.

What's more, the bride was none other than his former prefect, which made the old professor even more heartbroken.

He held his wine glass and took a sip without any expression.

Then I learned what it meant to feel heartache after drinking bitter wine.

It hurts, it hurts too much!
(End of this chapter)