"Neighbor?"

Fred looked at the witch not far away and thought carefully, but he could never imagine that they had such a neighbor.

It was not until George reminded him that he realized that this Godric's Hollow was not in St. Catchpole Village, and he certainly had never seen the neighbors here.

"Should I invite her in?" Fred hesitated for a moment.

Because of the protection of the Fidelius Charm, the witch should only be able to see part of the wedding, which is outside the magic range. If she wants to participate, someone must tell her the exact address here.

But he was not familiar with this person, so he was a little undecided.

"Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Ms. Bathilda Bagshot!"

At this time, Mr. Weasley, who was in charge of the alert mission, also noticed the situation here and hurried over with Sirius.

At the same time, his actions attracted more people's attention, and everyone turned their heads to look over.

"Bathilda Bagshot?" Ron scratched his hair. "It looks so familiar. Why do I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before?"

"If you can stop sleeping in class." Hermione glanced at him, "you will definitely find out that she is actually the author of "History of Magic"."

"Oh, I remember now." Harry next to him slapped his thigh, "No wonder, I saw her name on the book list.

"But Hermione, it's not our fault. No one can stay awake in History of Magic. I bet not even you can do it."

"But at least I've read the book." Hermione blushed slightly and glared at Harry and Ron, who were standing in solidarity. "Unlike you, who haven't even figured out who wrote the book in six years."

Harry and Ron were silent now.

Hermione was too lazy to pay attention to them. She looked in the direction where Mr. Weasley had walked past again and couldn't help but muttered softly: "But, she looks too much like a witch."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" said Ron. "She is a witch."

"No, I mean, she looks like a witch from a Muggle storybook.

"Humpback, messy hair, and unclear face, this is how witches are described in some stories I've read."

"Huh?" Ron was confused. "But not all witches look like this. For example, you don't."

"Thank you so much for your recognition of me." Hermione said unhappily, "Of course I know this, but Muggles don't know. The witch they imagine is like Bathilda."

"Is that so?" Ron looked at Harry subconsciously.

"I don't know," said Harry, shaking his head.

Although he had lived with his Muggle aunt and uncle for eleven years, he had never read the so-called story collection. That was something only Dudley could access, and it would never be given to him even if it was thrown away.

And given his family's aversion to magic, Harry didn't think Uncle Vernon would allow a collection of stories about wizards or witches to enter their house.

"But what Hermione said should be right." Harry thought for a moment and said, "I've heard Dudley say before that wizards are all ugly, and he asked me if I would become like that in the future. I guess the reason he said that is because the image of wizards he came into contact with was too bad."

"What about the wizard?" Ron asked curiously.

"Male wizard..." Hermione thought carefully, "Probably someone like Professor Dumbledore. He looks like a standard wizard no matter where he is."

"Fortunately, that was just their imagination." Ron looked at Bathilda Bagshot again and couldn't help patting his chest. "It would be terrible if it was true."

"Yeah, you're right." Harry said in agreement.

Imagine if Hogwarts was full of Dumbledores and Bathilda Bagshot teaching classes. That would be pretty scary.

"But why is she here?"

"I don't know. Maybe they were attracted by the noise. After all, there are rarely any lively things happening at this time, right?"

As they spoke, Mr. Weasley and Sirius had also invited Bathilda Bagshot in.

However, this witch, who was older than Dumbledore, had no intention of talking to others. She just stayed there quietly, looking at them without saying a word, just like before.

To be honest, it's a bit uncomfortable to be stared at by someone like this.

"Have you confirmed her identity?" Kyle asked as he walked up to Mr. Weasley.

"It should be fine." Mr. Weasley said, "The sniffer that Alastor gave me didn't sound any alarms, which means she wasn't someone else impersonating her after drinking the Polyjuice Potion... As for whether there's an Imperius Curse, we can't be sure for now, but we'll keep an eye on it."

"Bathilda Bagshot is an old friend," said Sirius, "when James and Lily moved here, they received a lot of help from her, and she also helped us escape from the Death Eaters several times.

"Now she wants to attend Lupin's wedding, there is no way we can refuse her anyway."

"I know." Kyle nodded and said, "I just think she's not in a good condition."

"It's probably because of her age," said Sirius. "When we met Bathilda, she was already over a hundred years old. Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. It's normal for her to be a little confused."

"So she was like this before, not liking to talk?" Kyle asked curiously.

"No." Sirius shook his head. "I remember Bathilda was quite talkative at that time. As a historian, she couldn't write a complete History of Magic just by looking up information on her own. Many times she needed to ask other elderly wizards for some secrets.

"I understand that Bathilda has quite a few friends, and sometimes she's away for weeks at a time."

"Really..."

Their conversation was temporarily interrupted by the arrival of Lupin, who came to dance with Sirius.

Although Kell didn't quite understand why Lupin ignored Tonks and chose a man to dance with, Sirius looked very happy.

They came to the dance floor that was cleared in the middle of the garden and danced to the music in a way that Kyle had never seen before, but was very cheerful.

"Oh, the so-called Marauder's Celebration Dance..." Professor Sprout came over with a glass of butterbeer. "I haven't seen it for twenty years. It's really nostalgic."

"Nineteen years." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "But I don't think there is anything to miss. Since they graduated, my work has become much easier, at least before the Weasleys came to school.

“Luckily, they finally graduated.”

Professor Sprout couldn't help but laugh when he heard her words.

Come to think of it, all the troublesome students recently seemed to have been sorted into Gryffindor. The former Marauder Quartet and the recent Weasley brothers were all well-known troublemakers. Professor McGonagall's job was indeed not easy.

In comparison, Hufflepuffs have much less to worry about. She can spend plenty of time in the greenhouse every day to take care of those lovely plants. She doesn't have to worry like Professor McGonagall, fearing that the students of her college will do something shocking again.

While thinking, she happily greeted Kyle, "How do you feel after graduation."

"Not bad." Kyle said truthfully, "I just feel a little bored all of a sudden."

"All graduated students are like this at first, unless you can find a job as soon as possible to keep yourself busy." Professor Sprout said with a smile, "However, you should have entered the Ministry of Magic. I remember that you were already a senior assistant to the Minister a year ago."

"Minister Bones did remind me several times," Kyle said.

"Bones... Oh, by the way, she's the minister now." Thinking of the Death Eaters' attack on the Ministry of Magic some time ago, the smile on Professor Sprout's face suddenly faded.

“Kil,” Kyle said.

"Or you can go around and look for those rare magical plants." Professor Sprout said, "This job will definitely not be boring, and the income is also considerable. After all, the price of some plants is not cheap.

“I can introduce you to some wizards who are experts in botany.

"Thank you, Professor," Kyle said with a smile.

"I'm just suggesting a connection." Professor Sprout waved his hand, "But I think you might like Fantastic Beasts more because of Mr. Scamander.

"Or you can take a break from your search for magical creatures and look for some local plants. Even if you don't have time to take care of them, you can send them to Hogwarts. You can name your price."

"Then I'll have to offer a good price," Kyle said jokingly.

"That's as it should be," said Professor Sprout, not seeming to mind at all.

Looking at the Hufflepuff headmaster and the outstanding graduates chatting happily next to her, Professor McGonagall couldn't get a word in and could only drink the soda in her hand.

Although Kyle did not ignore her, it was difficult for her to feel the same emotions as Professor Sprout during the conversation.

It was as if Professor Sprout had not felt as deeply as she had when she watched Lupin and Tonks take the oath just now.

Until a few minutes later, Cedric also came.

Professor McGonagall looked at the three people who were chatting happily. She didn't know what was going on, but the originally sweet and delicious soda water became more and more sour as she drank it.

Fortunately, the arrival of Bill and Charlie brought her some comfort.

But this comfort did not last long. When Professor McGonagall saw Fred and George running over to her playing and fighting, she subconsciously thought of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and her head began to throb.

She originally thought that Hogwarts would become a lot quieter after Zonko closed his shop, but she never expected that Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes would show up halfway and not only seamlessly take over Zonko's job, but was even more popular than Zonko.

In the term after Christmas last year alone, Filch confiscated over a hundred knickknacks, and with the ones she had confiscated, the total was almost two hundred.

The number is almost equal to the entire previous school year, and these were confiscated during the school's strict inspection of dark magic items. If there hadn't been this inspection, there would definitely be more.

All I can say is that they are worthy of being the existence of a group of two people who can surpass the 'Predator Four'. Even after graduation, they are still causing trouble for the school.

Fred and George, who were about to come over, seemed to have noticed that the atmosphere here was not right. They paused, then turned around naturally and walked into the house.

But Professor McGonagall didn't care. She knew Fred and George's personalities too well. Even if she said something, they would not change, let alone stop selling those magic props to students.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the time, "Pomona, I think we should... Oh, Albus, why are you here?"

Albus? Kyle couldn't help but turn his head, and saw Dumbledore not far behind him. No one knew how he got here.

The appearance of Dumbledore made the atmosphere more lively and people gathered together.

Lyall Lupin ran over from a distance, looked at Dumbledore with gratitude, and thanked him repeatedly.

"You don't have to be like this, Lyall." Dumbledore held up his arm. "This is what Remus deserves. He has earned his own happiness with his kindness and noble character. It has nothing to do with me."

"No, Albus, it was you who allowed him to enter Hogwarts, so he had this opportunity." Lyall Lupin choked up and said, "In comparison, I am a complete failure as a father."

"Don't say that," Dumbledore comforted him.

"Albus, why are you here?" Professor McGonagall walked over and asked, "Didn't you say there was something important recently?"

"That's how it was originally." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "But something went wrong in the middle. I went to the wrong place. The person I was supposed to be looking for is actually right here."

"At the wedding?" Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded.

But before he could say anything else, he was surrounded by a crowd, including today's protagonists, Lupin and Tonks. He could only offer his blessings first.

"Bless you." He smiled and said, "This happened suddenly. Please forgive me for not preparing a suitable gift in advance."

"You've already given it, haven't you?" Tonks said with a smile, "Without that drop of Phoenix tear, Remus wouldn't have been able to be discharged from the hospital so quickly. If that were the case, we don't know when our wedding would have been postponed."

"The tears came from Fawkes, not me," Dumbledore said. "Oh, I have already thought of a gift for you, but now is not the right time. If you can wait..."

"Of course no problem." Lupin said with a smile. His idea was actually the same as Tonks's. He didn't really care what Dumbledore was going to give him.

…

On the other side, looking at Dumbledore surrounded by the crowd, Kyle was also very curious about why he came here suddenly.

When we parted yesterday, his tone clearly indicated that he would be away for a long time. How come it has only been such a short time, and he suddenly came back?

"That's wonderful, isn't it?" said Cedric. "I really hope Dumbledore can come to Cho's wedding."

"What did you say?" Kyle turned his head sharply, "You are getting married? When?"

"Of course not now." Cedric shook his head. "Qiu's parents want to take her away from England and come back when the situation stabilizes. We were just talking about this, so we are a little late."

"Why, you don't want her to leave?" Kyle asked.

"Of course not." Cedric said, "I really hope she can go to another country for a while, just as a trip."

"How about France?" Kyle thought for a moment, "Kanna opened a potion shop there. Since it's a new shop, there's a lot to do. It's just right that they can go together."

"That's what I said." Cedric sighed, "But Qiu didn't want to leave, and she had a fight with her parents."

"What do you mean?"

"I asked her to leave," Cedric said, "but Qiu got angry and kicked me."

As he said this, he lifted up his robe, revealing an obvious footprint underneath.

"You deserve it." Kyle raised his eyebrows. "You should stand with her at a time like this. You can find another way to deal with things later."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"You didn't ask me."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now." Cedric rubbed his forehead, "I've been wanting to ask you since a while ago, why did Bathilda Bagshot keep staring at you? Did you know each other before?"

"I don't know either." Kyle shook his head.

He actually noticed what Cedric said. He didn't know when Bathilda stopped looking at other people and kept staring at him.

It was not until Dumbledore showed up that the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at briefly shifted, but it did not disappear.

(End of this chapter)