Black'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 too? 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 Grimmauld Place, Number 12 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 Muggle to move away, using the corresponding spell on the house— the Fidelius Charm.

Because the house couldn't 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, as they were going to bed, Harry brought up the topic of buying a house with Veratia.

"I'm thinking of buying number thirteen. What do you think?" Veratia suggested. "We can't keep living with the Black family home. The Godfather is getting married to Miss Farley soon, and it's time for us to buy our own house. What do you think?"

"Doesn't Nurmengard Castle count?" Harry asked.

"That's the Grindelwald family, not the Potter Family's," Veratia 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 and said, "Grimmauld Place, Number 13 —after we buy it, we'll need to tidy it up properly and do some renovations. I actually have a lot of design ideas for the new house—"

"Me too!" Pabbie chimed in. "How could a house design project be complete without Pabbie?"

"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—"

"Veratia!" Pabbie complained relentlessly, "Look at her! How could she do this!"

Veratia glanced at Cassandra helplessly. "Alright, Cass, 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, Veratia used Charms to gag him and bind his body.

Pabbie clapped and cheered from the sidelines, thoroughly pleased with the news of Cassandra's capture!

They laughed and joked until midnight before finally falling asleep.

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

"Okay, don't be angry." Veratia 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 Pabbie, didn't I?"

"Heh." Cassandra curled her lip, completely ignoring Veratia.

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

"All done?" Harry asked Veratia in a low voice.

"Of course," Veratia smiled smugly, "With me here, there are 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," Veratia counted on her fingers, "One more day, Gemma will go from 'Sister Farley' to Mrs. Black. Phally."

"You're also looking forward to becoming Mrs. Potter, aren't you?" Cassandra taunted from the side.

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

Cassandra pouted and didn't reply.

What's the point of having expectations? 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 on this day, he finally learned that he would actually be getting married at Hogwarts.

This was a wedding destined to be recorded in "Hogwarts: Hogwarts, A History".

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, her former protégé, she patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Happy marriage," Professor McGonagall wished.

"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 for Magic.

By nine o'clock in the morning, the guests had begun to arrive.

This included Minister for Magic from many countries, who, whether they thought so or not, unanimously agreed that a day that could bring together Minister for Magic from various countries was an important day.

On this day, the Minister for Magic reach many consensuses in private settings that no meeting can match.

His marriage is more significant than all the contributions he's made in his life, isn't it?

The wedding officially began at 10:00 AM.

The best man wasn't Harry, but Lupin 'Sirius only remaining close friend 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 gray-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, Veratia was sitting in the High Table, wearing a solemn 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 beside her, and only when the two of them were talking in hushed tones would Veratia's expression thaw like a gentle spring breeze.

Pabbie, on the other hand, was much more lively. She wore a fluffy, glossy black cloak that resembled Niffler's fur, and was holding a Puffskein wrapped in a small scarf that seemed to be hibernating. She was excitedly whispering something to Anne beside 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 had never imagined a hundred years ago through this wedding.

Just then, the music started playing.

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

The Great Hall doors slowly opened, and Sirius walked in, stopping in front of the stage to wait.

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

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

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

When 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," his voice was gentle yet clear, reaching every corner, "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: "Sirius Black, you have endured the harshest winters, yet the fire within you has never been extinguished. Are you willing to forge an eternal covenant with Gemma Phally, this wise, resilient woman who guides you like the Polaris? To cherish her and protect her, through spring and summer or autumn and winter, until the stars fall?"

Sirius took a deep breath.

"I do."

His voice was firm and left no room for argument.

Dumbledore then looked at Miss Farley, his eyes filled with the pride of an elder. "Gemma Phally, 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 Veratia, carrying a silent farewell to her former boss and friend.

"I do."

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 these people were celebrating the couple's marriage or simply rejoicing that the feast was finally about to begin is hard to say.

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

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

The wedding banquet was held in the castle's Great 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 Elf have prepared a sumptuous winter feast: golden-brown, crispy roasted turkey, garlic-roasted lamb chops with Rosemary flavor, various stews perfect for this cold weather, and desserts shaped like snowballs and Yeti —a dazzling array that will leave you breathless.

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

That makes sense. What kind of occasion is a wedding banquet without chicken drumsticks?

But the House Elf 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 Elf 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 Veratia —because for politicians, this wedding banquet was essentially a private networking event, not a real "wedding banquet."

She was with the Minister for Magic from other countries, discussing matters concerning the American Ministry of Magic, as well as the threats posed by Voldemort and Runcorn.

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

The House Elf of Hogwarts were pulling out all the stops, working at full speed to prepare the 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 so much!