Quite a few important people attended the wedding.
As a school with a thousand years of history, Hogwarts had alumni scattered throughout Europe.
Not to mention that the current headmistress of Beauxbatons was one of the stars of the wedding.
Bill had been chatting with Charlie.
Then he suddenly fell silent.
When Charlie saw his older brother staring at the Beauxbatons alumni, he knew who had arrived.
The French Fleur, the most beautiful woman in the Wizarding World.
Fleur Delacour.
She had another identity, too.
Bill's ex-girlfriend.
Well, she could also be called the reason Bill still hadn't found a second girlfriend.
If not for Mrs. Weasley's prejudice against Fleur, they might already have been married.
At that thought, Bill sighed.
The past was the past.
He knew Fleur. That proud girl would never regret her decision, much less go back to an old flame.
She was as proud as a white swan.
Her beauty was just as unforgettable.
Charlie patted his older brother's shoulder. "Let it go."
Bill gave a bitter smile.
What could he do? His own mother had caused this.
"Over here. Yes, over here."
George helped with the decorations.
The wedding decorations were white, because Madame Maxime liked that color.
White drapes rose high overhead, painting the primeval forest white.
The towering Abraxans helped out as well.
A restless Zouwu pestered the Abraxans, only to be knocked flat by a larger Zouwu's paw.
Newt Scamander and his wife had come as well.
He was Hagrid's idol.
One of the tables at the wedding was piled high with presents.
There were all sorts of interesting, expensive gifts. You could even spot a dragon egg, whose giver was arrested on the spot.
It was an illegally smuggled item, and its giver was sent straight to Azkaban.
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