Somerset and Devon's border had finally welcomed a new batch of visitors after a long absence. Albert's wedding was being held at a manor deep within Exmoor National Park, 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 guests arriving for the wedding. White tents had already been set up in the courtyard, with soft, soothing music drifting from within.
Anyone who sat down and observed closely would notice 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 hanging in the air could not be eased even by the gentle music, giving the impression that this crowd had not come for a wedding at all.
That was right. They had not come for a wedding.
From the trio greeting guests at the entrance to the servers carrying food, from the wedding guests to even the couple about to be married, every one of them was a Ministry Auror in disguise.
It was rather remarkable.
If any Death Eaters rashly barged into the wedding, something interesting was bound to happen.
It was worth mentioning that the food at the wedding banquet was genuinely excellent—quite delicious, in fact. The only regrettable thing was that the banquet served only drinks, presumably to prevent any Aurors from getting drunk and compromising the operation.
Of course, even if no Death Eaters came to cause trouble afterward, this magical wedding would still be quite an unusual experience for the Aurors attending it.
"Do you think the Death Eaters will really come?" Gadwin was still somewhat bewildered.
It could not be helped. What was happening today was simply too fantastical. The Ministry of Magic had