At the border between Somerset County and Devon, a new group of visitors had finally arrived after a long absence. Albert's wedding was being held at a manor deep within Exmoor National Park, right on the border between the two counties.
It was nearly eleven o'clock.
Fred, George, and Lee Jordan stood outside the manor, waiting to welcome the guests arriving for the wedding. A white tent had already been erected in the courtyard, where soft, soothing music played.
If one sat down and observed carefully, they would discover that the guests attending the wedding were all somewhat strange.
No, it would be more accurate to say that the wedding itself was strange.
The tension in the air was so thick that even the gentle music could not ease it, giving people the impression that this crowd had not come for a wedding at all.
And they had not.
From the trio greeting guests at the entrance to the waiters serving food, from the wedding guests to even the soon-to-be-married couple, every one of them was an Auror from the Ministry of Magic in disguise.
It was rather marvelous.
If any Death Eaters rashly barged into the wedding venue, something interesting was bound to happen.
It was worth mentioning that the food at the banquet was genuinely excellent—one could even call it delicious. The only regrettable thing was that the feast served drinks only, presumably to prevent any Aurors from getting drunk and botching the job.
Of course, even if no Death Eaters came to cause trouble afterward, it would still be quite a remarkable experience for the Aurors attending this extraordinary wedding.
"Do you think the Death Eaters will really come?" Gawain was still somewhat bewildered.
It could not be helped. What had happened today was simply too surreal.