Voldemort's Gift and the Wedding Ceremony

People around noticed Regulus walking out from beside the pillar.

Two Black, one is the crazy woman who was crushed and married, and the other is the Heir of the Black family who crushed her, and now they are going to meet at Malfoy family's wedding.

The conversation completely disappeared. Some people stood still, holding wine glasses and staring at this side. Some people stepped back and some moved forward.

Regulus stopped in front of Bellatrix, with a relaxed posture, holding a wine glass, and a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth. His gray eyes met Bellatrix's dark eyes, and his tone was gentle. "Bellatrix."

Bellatrix stopped and looked at him with dark pupils, with complex emotions flashing through them, including hatred, fear, and maybe something she couldn't explain herself.

His lips moved slightly, and his voice was very soft and soft, forming a strange contrast with the frozen face. "Regulus."

Regulus stared at her for a moment, without any hostility or vigilance, and even with a little intimacy that one should have when meeting a relative.

Then he stopped looking at her and naturally moved his eyes to Rodolphus.

"Rodolphus," the smile on his face remained unchanged, and his tone became more casual, with real concern in his words: "I heard that you have moved? How is the new place?"

Rodolphus's face became visibly ugly, the corners of his mouth twitched downwards, the muscles on his cheekbones jumped, and the gloom in his eyes was so thick that it was about to overflow.

He opened his mouth and his lips moved.

Bellatrix spoke first, his voice still soft. "Still sorting it out."

She moved her eyes away from Regulus's face, stopped looking at him, and walked toward the main hall.

Rodolphus followed her, and when she passed by Regulus, she paused in her steps, her chest rose and fell once, and then she continued walking. She didn't have an attack after all.

The expressions of the surrounding guests were very exciting. Some people quickly looked away, some people lowered their heads and coughed, and some people turned around with wine glasses in hand and pretended to talk to the people next to them.

Lestrange Manor was burned by himself. Grass grew on the ruins and the original site was not rebuilt. Everyone present knew this.

In front of a room full of Pure-bloods, he asked people how their new home was. What did you mean? Do you want to burn it again?

Regulus I'm a little disappointed, can you tolerate this?

It's not that he wanted to stir up trouble. Narcissa's wedding would look bad on anyone if it caused a fuss.

But we have encountered each other, and it is not appropriate not to ask. After all, he is the perpetrator, and he should be concerned about the subsequent placement of his cousin and cousin-in-law.

This is basic courtesy.

So he raised his voice, facing the two people walking away, and said in a very enthusiastic tone, "Where are you staying? I'll visit you when I have time."

Bellatrix continued to walk forward without looking back, without any reaction.

Rodolphus lost his composure, shrugged his shoulders, and his steps were a little chaotic. The distance between Bellatrix and Bellatrix suddenly shrank to the distance that a truly loving couple should have.

"Do you have enough money?" Regulus added, earnestly urging. "If not, just tell Black family, we are all relatives, you're welcome."

Bellatrix still didn't respond, and the black figure had already walked to the entrance of the main hall.

Rodolphus's neck turned red, his steps became stiff, and he followed Bellatrix step by step. Looking at his posture, he looked like a follower now.

Regulus looked at the two people's backs disappearing into the crowd in the direction of the main hall, and the corners of his mouth tightened.

Bellatrix is indeed more tolerable, but Rodolphus has not made much progress.

He finished the last sip of wine in the glass and glanced around. The people who were gathered around him had dispersed. They each returned to their own social circle with their wine glasses in hand. The buzz of conversation increased again, but everyone's eyes were sneaking around.

Scanning the corner of the hall, Regulus's gaze paused. Dag Rowle stood in the shadow of a Corridor corner.

He is not tall and has a narrow frame. He looks dry and thin, but not weak. It is like his bones are only covered with a necessary layer of muscles and there is nothing extra.

The dark brown ceremonial robe, the fabric is not bad, but there are no dark patterns and embroidery, which is incompatible with the silver and gold threads in the Malfoy family room.

He has a long face, high cheekbones, rough skin, and deep-set eye sockets. His brown eyes are motionless and devoid of warmth when looking at things.

Most of his hair is gray and combed back, exposing his entire forehead. There is a scar on the corner of his forehead that extends from the hairline to the end of his eyebrows.

Standing next to him was Dolphin·Rowle, half a head taller than his father, thin, with narrow shoulders, fair complexion, dark eyes with soft light, and a gentle face.

Wearing a dark brown robe with the same color as the old Rowle, the fabric is newer and the care is more decent. She looks like she is easy to get along with.

Two Rowles, big and small, stand together. The contrast is great, one is cold and the other is warm.

Regulus walked over holding the wine glass.

"Mr. Rowle." He stretched out his hand to Dag Rowle, with a gentle tone and a correct posture.

Dag·Rowle looked at him, his brown eyes scanning him back and forth. There was no malice or friendliness in his eyes, he just had a dull face.

He stretched out his hand and shook it. His palm was rough, his hand was strong, and his voice was hoarse and rough. "Black."

Regulus's eyes moved to Dolphin and stretched out his hand. "Dolphin."

Dolphin looked at him, a warm and friendly smile immediately appeared on his face, he stretched out his hand and held it firmly.

"Regulus," his voice was warm and sincere. "I was just talking to Professor Slughorn about you, and he said that your Potions Class got another o?"

Regulus also laughed and said in an easy-going tone, "Professor is always flattering."

"Our professor," Dolphin waved his hand and shrugged. "He never forgets to praise himself, 'among the students I taught,' 'I was in Slug Club back then,' how many times have you heard?"

Regulus's eyes flashed with memories, and he thought seriously, "I can't count."

"I have been listening to it for seven years, and my ears are almost getting calloused," Dolphin shook his head and smiled, sighing, "But he is sincere when he praises you, I can hear it."

Regulus put on a humble expression. "What about you? You have graduated, what are your plans for the future?"

Dolphin raised his eyebrows and did not answer immediately. He raised his right hand slightly, lowered his eyes, and glanced at his sleeves. Then he raised his eyes and smiled at Regulus, "Follow Dark Lord. I am still learning. There are not many things I can do, but it is always my own choice."

Regulus nodded suddenly, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, and Dolphin also showed a proud expression at the right time.

After talking about the past years for a while, the classmates and teenagers, in a cordial and friendly atmosphere, Regulus said goodbye to the two Rowle, turned around and left.

Old Rowle has no malicious intentions, at least not on the surface. Malice Perception has no feedback. If there is, it means he has hidden it too deeply, which means his level is very high.

Dolphin is far behind. The acting is good, and the superficial skills can be rated as eight points, but the maliciousness hangs clearly on the forehead, which is brighter than the three-layer Crystal chandelier above the head.

I still don't know what grudge this person has against Black family or what grudge he has against him. It's simply inexplicable.

But it doesn't matter, there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong. Since this person has the right to die, it is over.

This is exactly what is said when one person makes a mistake and the whole family suffers.

The ceremony was about to begin. The guests moved from the hall and Corridor towards the garden. In the middle of the crowd, Bellatrix walked up to Abraxas.

She held a rectangular black Velvet box in her hand. There was no decoration on it, except for a small silver symbol embedded in the corner, a snake coiled into a ring, with the snake's head holding its tail.

"The Master's heartfelt wishes." Bellatrix held the box forward with both hands, his posture almost pious.

The word the Master comes out of House-elf's mouth as a matter of course. When it comes out of the wizard's mouth, only one person in UK Wizarding World will be called that.

The conversation between several nearby wizards suddenly stopped.

Abraxas took the box with both hands, nodded with gratitude on his face, and then opened it solemnly.

The box was lined with black velvet, and a silver mirror lay inside.

Oval in shape, as big as a palm, the silver frame is engraved with an ancient English inscription. The font is ancient and the cursive letters are intertwined. The inscription roughly means, reflect what you look at.

The mirror surface is as clean as new without any traces of oxidation, but the patina on the silver ore is deep and must have been hundreds of years old.

Regulus's perception caught up and scanned it.

Clean, no malicious attachment, no monitoring, no curse, just a pure Magic mirror, extremely expensive, very old, Magic Power has an old and stable texture.

Abraxas closed the box and bowed to Bellatrix: "Malfoy family thank you for your kindness."

Bellatrix nodded and retreated.

Everyone present saw this gift and the signal was received.

Voldemort gave Malfoy family a gift worthy of this family for her wedding, which was of decent taste and valuable value.

To send wedding gifts to this level is to put Malfoy family's face together with his own.

Regulus took a sip of wine.

The mirror itself, Magic, is very old, and the inscription it reflects is distantly related to Mirror of Erised, but its function is much weaker.

It probably reflects the version of the face that the user most wants to see at the moment, making the person looking in the mirror feel better about themselves.

An antique-grade Magic beauty mirror, a gift for the bride.

There is really nothing to say about taste, at least when it comes to choosing things, Voldemort never loses price.

Forget about the diary he kept when he was in school. At that time, he was poor and had nothing to choose from.

But then I became more discerning when choosing things. Slytherin's Locket, Hufflepuff's Cup, Ravenclaw's Diadem, each one is a hand-me-down with nearly a thousand years of history.

Voldemort doesn't just pick up valuable things and tear the soul into pieces and stuff them inside. He is really selective and discerning.

The same goes for sending a wedding gift, an ancient mirror with a silver frame, the craftsmanship of Alchemy in its heyday, the inscription is timeless, the function is suitable for the occasion, and the meaning is in place.

A gift takes all Malfoy family's dignity, the bride's thoughts, and his own taste into consideration.

I can only say that aesthetics has nothing to do with stance.

The wedding ceremony was held on the central lawn of the manor's back garden, and Space Expansion Charm expanded the area to accommodate three to four hundred people without crowding.

The guests lined up in an arc on both sides, leaving a straight passage in the middle. A low platform was built at the end of the passage, a two-step square white marble platform. The top of the platform was painted with silver powder on the overlapping coats of arms of the two families Malfoy and Black.

A huge Crystal Ball is suspended above the low platform, at least three feet in diameter. The ball is filled with slowly rotating silver-white light, shrouding the entire ceremony area in soft and even light.

The lavender flower walls on both sides are swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance of flowers is permeated. White peacocks are walking around behind the flower wall, Silver Bell tinkling.

The whole place fell silent, and Narcissa walked out from the main entrance of the main building.

The skirt of the white wedding robe traced a silver trace on the lawn, the satin glowed with a warm luster in the sun, the long golden hair was spread over the shoulders, and the Diamond and pearls on the silver hair crown trembled gently with the steps.

Cygnus III held her arm, and the tall and thin figure turned slightly towards her daughter, her lips still pursed and her face serious.

The two people walked step by step along the passage towards the low platform. Lucius was already standing on the low platform.

Her long platinum hair glowed silvery in the light of Crystal Ball, and her gray-blue eyes watched Narcissa walk over, trying to remain reserved.

Cygnus released Narcissa's hand from his arm, placed it in Lucius's palm, and then stepped aside.

Abraxas stood directly in front of the low platform, facing the guests, and Orion stood on the side of the low platform as a witness for Black family.

"Today, Malfoy family marries Black family's daughter," Sonorus of Abraxas: "The bloodlines of the two families intersect here, and the two names are connected here."

He turned to Lucius and Narcissa and took out a wand from the inside of his robe.

It is very old, and the style is obviously not modern. The stick body has a deep amber luster, and there are traces of minor cracks on the surface that have been repaired repeatedly. The handle of the stick tail is polished smooth and shiny, and it has passed through an unknown number of hands.

Malfoy family A ritual wand passed down for many generations.

"Stretch out your hands."

Lucius and Narcissa each stretched out their right hands, with their palms facing each other and their fingers intertwined.

Abraxas touched Lucius's wrist with the tip of the ritual wand. A golden line penetrated into the skin from the tip of the wand and spread on the inside of the wrist, outlining the outline of Malfoy family crest.

Then he looked at Orion.

Orion stepped forward and also took out an old wand.

It is made of ebony wood, with a tiny black opal embedded in the tip of the stick. The whole body of the stick is pitch black, and it is older than the Malfoy family one.

He touched Narcissa's wrist with the tip of the stick. Silver-white lines penetrated from the tip of the stick and spread on the inside of her wrist, outlining the outline of Black family crest.

The two family crests were outlined simultaneously on the newlyweds' interlocking wrists.

The golden and silver lines began to grow in the direction of each other, extending from their respective wrists along the fingers to each other, crossing the interlocked palms, and met at the intersection of their palms.

The moment they touched each other, the two colors of Magic Power light filaments exploded and bloomed from between the palms.

The golden and silver-white light threads intertwined, rotated, and rose, weaving into a small crown of light above the intertwined hands of the two people.

The crown of light slowly dissipated after turning around for a few times, turning into fine flakes of light and falling down, landing on the lawn, on the shoulders of the two people, and on everyone's robes.

The audience was quiet for a moment, and then applause broke out.

Lucius raised his other hand, wiped the remaining light debris on Narcissa's wrist, and then held her hand.

Narcissa looked up at him, his long golden hair shining in the light.

Then the groom kisses the bride, and the scene becomes even more passionate.

Regulus stood in the front row, the corners of his mouth curved.

Very good, a perfect match.