At that moment, Harris Manor was packed with guests. According to the replies to the invitations, at least three hundred guests would witness the wedding. Besides the relatives of the soon-to-be-joined Harris and Delacour families, people from every level of the Magical World had gathered here, from high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials and the heads of Pureblood families who intended to draw closer to the Harris Family, to Hogwarts professors and students.
Wizards in blue ancient times-style robes held seating charts as they led the splendidly dressed guests of every fashion through the manor, helping direct them to the proper seats. Attendants in white French-style waiter uniforms promptly brought out plate after plate of snacks, along with drinks that looked especially refreshing and tempting in the summer heat, giving the guests something to fill their stomachs before the main meal.
The guests would enjoy all kinds of delicacies today, carefully prepared by the finest wizard chefs. The variety was rich enough to cater to most of the attendees' tastes—given the current location, the Harris ancestral home, and the bride's family's country, today's menu took its theme from those three nations.
The re-formed band The Naughty Goblins had already taken the stage. The plump Birdman, who looked somewhat like Sirius Black, was singing in a low, gentle voice, while his Lute continuously puffed out strings of smoky images, matching his lyrics with various scenes and putting on tableaus that seemed a little conservative in style to young people, but were sweet, joyful, and happy enough.
Some relatively gentle magical creatures, such as Unicorns and Occamies, were also running around the garden, or else hiding in teacups to play friendly pranks on some of the guests.
Hermione appeared at the entrance of Harris Manor on her parents' arms. They had been picked