Phoenix Anka was still going, but the benches everyone sat on began to give off a faint blue glow and tremble slightly. The guests felt as if a hook behind their navels had yanked them forward with irresistible force, and then they knew their feet had left the ground. They shot ahead like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly, while the benches beneath them seemed to possess a magnetic pull that glued their upper and lower halves in place.
When they regained control of their senses, they discovered that they had been transferred from the benches in the wedding hall to the dining chairs beside the banquet tables in the wedding reception restaurant.
The guests transported by Portkey felt as if they were by the seaside. The carpet rippled like waves, shimmering light spreading outward from the center. Chairs tied with ribbons of different colors gathered around long tables covered in white cloths. The Naughty Goblins band, already waiting there, began playing sweet, winding music on a stage that gradually rose upward, and as the music sounded, in the middle of the venue surrounded by dining tables, the thick purplish-red carpet seemed to melt, spreading outward from the center, its color growing lighter and lighter until it finally formed a dance floor like a blue ocean.
A huge wedding cake and countless bottles of wine were floating in midair among the crowd. The wedding cake was a traditional multi-tiered fruitcake, decorated in classic British floral style, with the letters H&D representing Albert and Fleur written on it. The four corners of the cake were respectively adorned with cream-piped flowers of English roses, French Orris, and German blue cornflowers, and two Phoenix models stood on the top; once it was cut, they would spread their wings and fly.