Many guests were deeply shocked when they saw the elderly man standing there as the officiant. Even though they had heard related rumors, seeing these two elders who had lived for centuries with their own eyes still left them unable to conceal their emotions. They all understood very well what this truly meant.
Nicolas Flamel cleared his throat, and the noise gradually died down. People turned to look toward the entrance of the tent.
Having just taken Felix Felicis, Albert and George did not feel nervous under everyone's gazes. Instead, smiling broadly beneath the witnesses' eyes, they walked down the aisle through the crowd and came before Nicolas Flamel, the officiant.
The instant he looked back, his heart seemed to stop.
Everything vanished from his sight, leaving only that beautiful figure.
It was like a dream.
Isobel looked breathtaking in her wedding dress. She held a bouquet of flowers in her pale hands, and her white gown accentuated her stunning figure. Delicate goblin jewelry made her features shine all the more brilliantly. Her long train trailed over the red carpet as she approached with light steps.
When Morg placed Isobel's hand in his, the wizards inside the tent sighed in admiration at how perfectly matched the young couple was.
Nicolas stood before Albert and Isobel, looking kindly at the newlyweds. "Today, we gather here to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..."
Albert barely listened to what Nicolas was saying. He smiled as he met Isobel's gaze and saw the overflowing love in her eyes.
"Albert Anderson, do you take Isobel McDougal as your wife?" Nicolas asked with a smile.
"I do," Albert said solemnly. He gently squeezed Isobel's hand, slipped the ring onto her finger, and looked into her eyes as he made the most important promise of his