Chapter 646 Old Lady, Reunion
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"I think I misheard, Albus." Bathilda Bagshot thought she was hallucinating.
Dumbledore smiled kindly.
Bathilda looked at the guests and said, "I haven't been to such a lively place for a long time."
"You can come out and walk around more," said Dumbledore, "there are a lot of novel things now."
"Really?" Bathilda was not very interested, she was already a senior housewife.
If it wasn't for Weasley's wedding invitation this time, she wouldn't have come either.
Suddenly, Bathilda rubbed her eyes as if feeling uncomfortable.
"What's the matter?" Dumbledore was about to entertain Bathilda for dessert when he saw Bathilda rubbing her eyes constantly.
"I think I'm old-sighted, Albus." Bathilda said blankly, looking in one direction, "I feel like I'm seeing someone I know."
Dumbledore followed her gaze and saw John.
Dumbledore didn't speak, he got up and walked in the direction of Moody.
He knew that John didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time.
"Albus, do you think that child looks familiar?" Bathilda always had a familiar feeling, she looked back, and Dumbledore had already walked away, "Albus?"
John walked across from Bathilda and sat down.
"Hi boy, but I think the person in that position will come back." Bathilda still couldn't remember.
John looked at the old woman who had helped him in his most difficult time, and he smiled and said, "Hello, my name is John Wick."
"Wick?" Bathilda said happily upon hearing this nameless man, "I also know one, he is a good boy, his name is..."
Bathilda's expression froze again, and she couldn't remember the name of this person, nor her appearance.
She wondered, "What's his name?"
"Joel," John said in a soft voice, reaching out to take the old man's wrinkled palm, "his name is Joel Wick."
"Jol, Joel..." In Bathilda's cloudy memory, a boy with white hair appeared.
The boy in the mind of the emotionally retarded old man gradually became clear.
The boy who turned his leaky roof into a skylight.
That pitiful boy.
The boy who left.
Everything emerges slowly.
Bathilda felt warmth on the back of her hand.
She remembered.
The appearance of the white-haired boy gradually overlapped with the black-haired boy in front of him.
Bathilda murmured, "Joel."
"Here I am," John smiled, "ma'am."
"You said we would meet again." Bathilda looked at the boy who hadn't changed in complexion, and looked down at the two hands.
One is old and the other is still young.
Bathilda smiled, the dull old man, with a good laugh.
"I'm an old woman, boy."
She looked at John and said, "You are still young."
Reaching out to touch John's face, Bathilda said, "Your eyes are healed, but you look distressed."
John didn't mind her movements, but there was throbbing in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "I'm growing up too, you're getting old, ma'am."
The two seem to have returned to 100 years ago, when the nerd Bathilda and the white-haired blind boy.
Bathilda said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I saw you again."
The adopted white-haired boy changed in the blink of an eye.
It only took a few seconds to unlock the memory, but the wait has passed 100 years.
The old woman couldn't help crying, and John said softly, "I'm very happy to see you again."
"I'm just as happy."
In Bathilda's eyes, the white-haired boy seemed to be surrounded by two other boys.
But they are old men.
The reunion of the two was interrupted when Fred's wedding began.
The laughter is in line with the character of Fred Magpie.
Originally, Mrs. Weasley planned to arrange for a band to come and perform, to make the wedding more grand, and to have her sons come dressed formally.
But Fred didn't like this. He made a special note to wear the clothes he liked best, and he said that he could wear whatever he liked.
So at the wedding, John saw people in wizard robes, and people in beach shorts and pajamas on top.
Harry didn't see Mrs. Weasley, and asked puzzledly, "Where's Mrs. Weasley?"
Ron said; "She was tricked by Fred into the kitchen, and Fred originally wanted to use a body-binding spell to keep her at home until the wedding."
"Why?" Harry didn't understand the purpose of this.
Ron was surprised: "You don't know how scary she is, and she wants the symphony to come here."
Thinking of that scene, Ron shivered and said, "That would be as good as killing us."
Harry thought about it, and it was scary too.
The wedding officially begins.
Mr. Weasley tugged at his bow tie, making it a little tighter.
Mrs Weasley wore a new purple robe and a gorgeous jeweled hat from the twins.
The smiles on their faces were from ear to ear, and Fred and George still hadn't escaped Mrs. Weasley's murderous hands.
They had large white roses in their buttonholes.
Bill was a little depressed seeing this, and Charlie patted his brother on the shoulder, telling him to forget about Fleur.
But how could a girl like Furong forget?
Golden balloon lifts off.
Angelina took the hand of her father, Mr. Johnson, and came along the lavender carpet.
As the guests took their seats, Fred took Angelina's hand from Mr. Johnson.
The two smiled at each other.
Ron complained: "He is serious at this time."
The wizard who presided over the wedding asked Fred: "Fred Weasley, would you marry Angelina Johnson..."
Accompanied by two affectionate wishes, the wizard announced: "I declare you to be lifelong partners!"
Mrs. Weasley wept softly into her face in her lace veil.
Hagrid was there, too, a soft-hearted hunk, crying with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.
Arianna sat next to John, watching the wedding with her eyes motionless.
John was also a little touched, touched Ariana's head and said, "You will marry in the future."
Ariana blinked, but Luna said seriously; "That's not a rose, it's Weasley's new product, bang bang fireworks."
Her father, Mr. Lovegood, is also working hard.
Just when the wizard was about to announce that the band would be on stage.
John saw the corners of Fred's mouth curl up, which meant that he didn't want to have a bland marriage.
"ladies and gentlemen……"
"call out--"
"Oh!"
Fred tore off the white rose and held it up, cheering, "Let's party!"
The white rose in his hand bloomed and turned into many white doves that flew out.
Pop those golden balloons that rise up and turn into big candy bubbles that fall down.
Then the wedding white tent flew up.
The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes fireworks flew up and exploded in various colors in the air.
The provocative music band that was originally arranged turned into a lively and cheerful music by pulling off the clothes on his body.
Many glasses fell from the sky, and a tower of champagne was built, and the pile was as high as Hagrid.
The corners of John's mouth curled up. Sure enough, silence is not their theme, only carnival is.
Mrs. Weasley was stunned, and was quickly pulled over to dance.
Fredella danced with Angelina in a wacky dance, and both of them burst out laughing.
The back two hems of his tuxedo fell down, turning into two boisterous magpies flying past the wedding, weaving every laugh and glee.
...
Dumbledore smiled kindly.
Bathilda looked at the guests and said, "I haven't been to such a lively place for a long time."
"You can come out and walk around more," said Dumbledore, "there are a lot of novel things now."
"Really?" Bathilda was not very interested, she was already a senior housewife.
If it wasn't for Weasley's wedding invitation this time, she wouldn't have come either.
Suddenly, Bathilda rubbed her eyes as if feeling uncomfortable.
"What's the matter?" Dumbledore was about to entertain Bathilda for dessert when he saw Bathilda rubbing her eyes constantly.
"I think I'm old-sighted, Albus." Bathilda said blankly, looking in one direction, "I feel like I'm seeing someone I know."
Dumbledore followed her gaze and saw John.
Dumbledore didn't speak, he got up and walked in the direction of Moody.
He knew that John didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time.
"Albus, do you think that child looks familiar?" Bathilda always had a familiar feeling, she looked back, and Dumbledore had already walked away, "Albus?"
John walked across from Bathilda and sat down.
"Hi boy, but I think the person in that position will come back." Bathilda still couldn't remember.
John looked at the old woman who had helped him in his most difficult time, and he smiled and said, "Hello, my name is John Wick."
"Wick?" Bathilda said happily upon hearing this nameless man, "I also know one, he is a good boy, his name is..."
Bathilda's expression froze again, and she couldn't remember the name of this person, nor her appearance.
She wondered, "What's his name?"
"Joel," John said in a soft voice, reaching out to take the old man's wrinkled palm, "his name is Joel Wick."
"Jol, Joel..." In Bathilda's cloudy memory, a boy with white hair appeared.
The boy in the mind of the emotionally retarded old man gradually became clear.
The boy who turned his leaky roof into a skylight.
That pitiful boy.
The boy who left.
Everything emerges slowly.
Bathilda felt warmth on the back of her hand.
She remembered.
The appearance of the white-haired boy gradually overlapped with the black-haired boy in front of him.
Bathilda murmured, "Joel."
"Here I am," John smiled, "ma'am."
"You said we would meet again." Bathilda looked at the boy who hadn't changed in complexion, and looked down at the two hands.
One is old and the other is still young.
Bathilda smiled, the dull old man, with a good laugh.
"I'm an old woman, boy."
She looked at John and said, "You are still young."
Reaching out to touch John's face, Bathilda said, "Your eyes are healed, but you look distressed."
John didn't mind her movements, but there was throbbing in his eyes, and he said with a smile, "I'm growing up too, you're getting old, ma'am."
The two seem to have returned to 100 years ago, when the nerd Bathilda and the white-haired blind boy.
Bathilda said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I saw you again."
The adopted white-haired boy changed in the blink of an eye.
It only took a few seconds to unlock the memory, but the wait has passed 100 years.
The old woman couldn't help crying, and John said softly, "I'm very happy to see you again."
"I'm just as happy."
In Bathilda's eyes, the white-haired boy seemed to be surrounded by two other boys.
But they are old men.
The reunion of the two was interrupted when Fred's wedding began.
The laughter is in line with the character of Fred Magpie.
Originally, Mrs. Weasley planned to arrange for a band to come and perform, to make the wedding more grand, and to have her sons come dressed formally.
But Fred didn't like this. He made a special note to wear the clothes he liked best, and he said that he could wear whatever he liked.
So at the wedding, John saw people in wizard robes, and people in beach shorts and pajamas on top.
Harry didn't see Mrs. Weasley, and asked puzzledly, "Where's Mrs. Weasley?"
Ron said; "She was tricked by Fred into the kitchen, and Fred originally wanted to use a body-binding spell to keep her at home until the wedding."
"Why?" Harry didn't understand the purpose of this.
Ron was surprised: "You don't know how scary she is, and she wants the symphony to come here."
Thinking of that scene, Ron shivered and said, "That would be as good as killing us."
Harry thought about it, and it was scary too.
The wedding officially begins.
Mr. Weasley tugged at his bow tie, making it a little tighter.
Mrs Weasley wore a new purple robe and a gorgeous jeweled hat from the twins.
The smiles on their faces were from ear to ear, and Fred and George still hadn't escaped Mrs. Weasley's murderous hands.
They had large white roses in their buttonholes.
Bill was a little depressed seeing this, and Charlie patted his brother on the shoulder, telling him to forget about Fleur.
But how could a girl like Furong forget?
Golden balloon lifts off.
Angelina took the hand of her father, Mr. Johnson, and came along the lavender carpet.
As the guests took their seats, Fred took Angelina's hand from Mr. Johnson.
The two smiled at each other.
Ron complained: "He is serious at this time."
The wizard who presided over the wedding asked Fred: "Fred Weasley, would you marry Angelina Johnson..."
Accompanied by two affectionate wishes, the wizard announced: "I declare you to be lifelong partners!"
Mrs. Weasley wept softly into her face in her lace veil.
Hagrid was there, too, a soft-hearted hunk, crying with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.
Arianna sat next to John, watching the wedding with her eyes motionless.
John was also a little touched, touched Ariana's head and said, "You will marry in the future."
Ariana blinked, but Luna said seriously; "That's not a rose, it's Weasley's new product, bang bang fireworks."
Her father, Mr. Lovegood, is also working hard.
Just when the wizard was about to announce that the band would be on stage.
John saw the corners of Fred's mouth curl up, which meant that he didn't want to have a bland marriage.
"ladies and gentlemen……"
"call out--"
"Oh!"
Fred tore off the white rose and held it up, cheering, "Let's party!"
The white rose in his hand bloomed and turned into many white doves that flew out.
Pop those golden balloons that rise up and turn into big candy bubbles that fall down.
Then the wedding white tent flew up.
The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes fireworks flew up and exploded in various colors in the air.
The provocative music band that was originally arranged turned into a lively and cheerful music by pulling off the clothes on his body.
Many glasses fell from the sky, and a tower of champagne was built, and the pile was as high as Hagrid.
The corners of John's mouth curled up. Sure enough, silence is not their theme, only carnival is.
Mrs. Weasley was stunned, and was quickly pulled over to dance.
Fredella danced with Angelina in a wacky dance, and both of them burst out laughing.
The back two hems of his tuxedo fell down, turning into two boisterous magpies flying past the wedding, weaving every laugh and glee.
...
