〃Ours do know a lot of excellent swear words；〃 said Ron； 〃but I think Fred and George taught them those。〃
He led a party of warlocks into the marquee as Luna rushed up。
〃Hello； Harry！〃 she said。
〃Er … my name's Barry；〃 said Harry； flummoxed。
〃Oh； have you changed that too？〃 she asked brightly。
〃How did you know …？〃
〃Oh； just your expression；〃 she said。
Like her father； Luna was wearing bright yellow robes； which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair。 Once you get over the brightness of it all； the general effect was quite pleasant。 At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears。
Xenophilius； who was deep in conversation with an acquaintance； had missed the exchange between Luna and Harry。 Biding the wizard farewell； he turned to his daughter； who held up her finger and said； 〃Daddy； look … one of the gnomes actually bit me。〃
〃How wonderful！ Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial。〃 Said Mr。 Lovegood； seizing Luna's outstretched fingers and examining the bleeding puncture marks。 〃Luna； my love； if you should feel any burgeoning talent today … perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera or to declaims in Mermish … do not repress it！ You may have been gifted by the Gernumblies！〃
Ron； passing them in the opposite direction let out a loud snort。
〃Ron can laugh；〃 said Luna serenely as Harry led her and Xenophilius toward their seats； 〃but my father has done a lot of research on Gernumbli magic。〃
〃Really？〃 said Harry； who had long since decided not to challenge Luna or her father's peculiar views。 〃Are you sure you don't want to put anything on that bite； though？〃
〃Oh； it's fine；〃 said Luna； sucking her finger in a dreamy fashion and looking Harry up and down。 〃You look smart。 I told Daddy most people would probably wear dress robes； but he believes you ought to wear sun colors to a wedding； for luck； you know。〃
As she drifted off after her father； Ron reappeared with an elderly witch clutching his arm。 Her beaky nose； red…rimmed eyes； and leathery pink hat gave her the look of a bad…tempered flamingo。
〃a133and your hair's much too long； Ronald； for a moment I thought you were Ginevra。 Merlin's beard； what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing？ He looks like an omelet。 And who are you？〃 she barked at Harry。
〃Oh yeah； Auntie Muriel； this is our cousin Barny。〃
〃Another Weasley？ You breed like gnomes。 Isn't Harry Potter here？ I was hoping to meet him。 I thought he was a friend of yours； Ronald； or have you merely been boasting？〃
〃No … he couldn't e …〃
〃Hmm。 Made an excuse； did he？ Not as gormless as he looks in press photographs； then。 I've just been instructing the bride on how best to wear my tiara；〃 she shouted at Harry。 〃Goblin…made； you know； and been in my family for centuries。 She's a good…looking girl； but still … iFrenchi。 Well； well； find me a good seat； Ronald； I am a hundred and seven and I ought not to be on my feet too long。〃
Ron gave Harry a meaningful look as he passed and did not reappear for some time。 When next they met at the entrance； Harry had shown a dozen more people to their places。 The Marquee was nearly full now and for the first time there was no queue outside。
〃Nightmare； Muriel is；〃 said Ron； mopping his forehead on his sleeve。 〃She used to e for Christmas every year； then； thank God； she took offense because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at diner。 Dad always says she'll have written them out of her will … like they care； they're going to end up richer than anyone in the family； rate they're goinga133 Wow；〃 he added； blinking rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying toward them。 〃You look great！〃
〃Always the tone of surprise；〃 said Hermione； though she smiled。 She was wearing a floaty； lilac…colored dress with matching high heels； her hair was sleek and shiny。 〃Your Great…Aunt Muriel doesn't agree； I just met her upstairs while she was giving Fleur the tiara。 She said； 'Oh dear； is this the Muggle…born？' and then； 'Bad posture and skinny ankles。'〃
〃Don't take it personally； she's rude to everyone；〃 said Ron。
〃Talking about Muriel？〃 inquired George； reemerging from the marquee with Fred。 〃Yeah； she's just told me my ears are lopsided。 Old bat。 I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us； though； he was a right laugh at weddings。〃
〃Wasn't he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty…four hours later？〃 asked Hermione。
〃Well； yeah； he went a bit odd toward the end；〃 conceded George。
〃But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party；〃 said Fred。 〃He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky； then run onto the dance floor； hoist up his robes； and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his …〃
〃Yes； he sounds a real charmer；〃 said Hermione； while Harry roared with laughter。
〃Never married； for some reason；〃 said Ron。
〃You amaze me；〃 said Hermione。
They were all laughing so much that none of them noticed the lateer； a dark…haired young man with a large； curved nose and thick black eyebrows； until he held out his invitation to Ron and said； with his eyes on Hermione； 〃You look vunderful。〃
〃Viktor！〃 she shrieked； and dropped her small beaded bag； which made a loud thump quite disproportionate to its size。 As she scrambled； blushing； to pick it up； she said 〃I didn't know you were … goodness … it's lovely to see … how are you？〃
Ron's ears had turned bright red again。 After glancing at Krum's invitation as if he did not believe a word of it； he said； much too loudly； 〃how e you're here？〃
〃Fleur invited me；〃 said Krum； eyebrows raised。
Harry； who had no grudge against Krum； shook hands； then feeling that it would be prudent to remove Krum from Ron's vicinity； offered to show him his seat。
〃Your friend is not pleased to see me；〃 said Krum； as they entered the now packed marquee。 〃Or is he a relative？〃 he added with a glance at Harry's red curly hair。
〃Cousin。〃 Harry muttered； but Krum was not really listening。 His appearance was causing a stir； particularly amongst the veela cousins： He was； after all； a famous Quidditch player。 While people were still craning their necks to get a good look at him； Ron； Hermione； Fred； and George came hurrying down the aisle。
〃Time to sit down；〃 Fred told Harry； 〃or we're going to get run over by the bride。〃
Harry； Ron and Hermione took their seats in the second row behind Fred and George。 Hermione looked rather pink and Ron's ears were still scarlet。 After a few moments he muttered to Harry； 〃Did you see he's grown a stupid little beard？〃
Harry gave a nonmittal grunt。
A sense of jittery anticipation had filled the warm tent； the general murmuring broken by occasional spurts of excited laughter。 Mr。 and Mrs。 Weasley strolled up the aisle； smiling and waving at relatives； Mrs。 Weasley was wearing a brand…new set of amethyst colored robes with a matching hat。
A moment later Bill and Charlie stood up at the front of the marquee； both wearing dress robes； with larger white roses in their buttonholes； Fred wolf…whistled and there was an outbreak of giggling from the veela cousins。 Then the crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons。
〃Ooooh！〃 said Hermione； swiveling around in her seat to look at the entrance。
A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches an