That was when Hermione stepped on Harry's foot.

Neither of them realized that Hermione had put on high heels to match her dress.

The moment Harry said those words, Hermione almost fell to the ground. In order to regain her balance, she stepped on Harry's foot.

It was a pure accident, and Hermione couldn't care less about being shy. She looked at Harry and asked him worriedly if he was okay.

Harry could only shake his head helplessly.

Ron was laughing so hard on the side that he was assigned the task of leading an elderly witch to her seat by Mrs. Weasley who was passing by.

Harry and Harry smiled awkwardly at each other.

Many people they knew arrived one after another, and the wedding was finally about to begin.

Voldemort stood in front of the red telephone booth at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, behind him were the silent Death Eaters in black robes.

They were waiting for a spell to wear off.

The little man in the bottle was standing on Voldemort's shoulder. He raised his right hand and muttered something.

The entrance to the Ministry of Magic is protected by tens of thousands of complex spells. For a single wizard, it is impossible to break these spells, but for the little man in the bottle, it just takes a little more time. .

Finally, amid a tremor, the red phone booth fell apart, and a big hole appeared in the ground.

Voldemort bowed his head.

This was a hole that led directly to the corridors of the Ministry of Magic. He took a step forward and jumped down.

The Death Eaters let out a cheer and followed their master.

Although there were countless insiders within the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort still chose to do this. He knew very well that if he failed once, he would need another successful display of strength to regain the loyalty of the Death Eaters.

And Voldemort was undoubtedly very successful.

Breaking through the Ministry of Magic was a miracle even for the Death Eaters.

They rushed towards the minister's office like a carnival, and people continued to join them along the way. Anyone who dared to stand in front of them was overwhelmed by countless spells.

Voldemort walked leisurely in front of everyone. In his opinion, this was just a farce.

A show that showed everyone how unstoppable Voldemort was.

A ceremony to announce the Dark Lord's coronation.

Although the pain of losing his wand had not dissipated, Voldemort still felt that everything that happened before him was incredibly simple.

It was almost as if the world was ready to bow before Voldemort.

Finally, Voldemort came to the door of the minister's office.

Voldemort stopped, and the man in the bottle on his shoulder raised his right arm.

"Here, we witness a new couple..."

Harry was surprised to find that the host of the wedding was actually the host of Dumbledore's funeral.

"Who is that wizard?"

Harry asked Ron next to him in a low voice.

But Ron shook his head: "I still want to ask, who is he?"

Harry looked confused.

But everyone around him looked pleased.

Most of them were actually just infected by Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley was now leaning on Mr. Weasley's shoulder, wiping her tears with a beautiful handkerchief. She was obviously too excited.

Finally, Fleur and Bill came together.

They stood in the middle of everyone, facing each other.

Scrimgeour roared and threw the spell through the forced open door of the office.

Voldemort was caught off guard, but fortunately the man in the bottle, who had just used a spell to blast open the door to the Minister of Magic's office, had time to react. He waved on Voldemort's shoulder, and Scrimgeour's spell disappeared.

But the Minister of Magic, the former Director of the Auror Office, was of course a wizard who was very good at fighting, and he started a charge against the Death Eaters who crowded the entire corridor.

Voldemort was instantly in danger.

As a wizard, he was completely unable to adapt to losing his wand, not to mention that the door was very subtle. The only Death Eaters who actually knew what was going on were two people around Voldemort.

But one of them was Snape.

He dutifully raised his wand and began to attack Scrimgeour with the Man in the Bottle.

The spell passed like lightning, but Scrimgeour was soon lost.

Of course he couldn't defeat a man in a bottle. As for Snape, he was also a very skilled master of dark magic. Compared with Voldemort, he only had a little less experience.

After Bill and Fleur were married in front of everyone, the dance began.

A new couple led the way onto the dance floor, followed by Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour, and then Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Delacour.

Of course, there were many others. Harry quickly walked over with Hermione, while Ron was pulled by Kathleen.

They danced together on the grass between the silver-white curtains, with the clear night sky above their heads. Although there was no moon tonight, the stars were exceptionally bright.

Everyone laughed amid the music and wine.

The wedding was a great success and everyone was happy.

Of course, there will be a few unhappy people, such as Klum, who Harry has no idea why he appears. He has a gloomy look on his face, probably because he can't find a dance partner.

Harry was a bit unable to keep up with Hermione's dance steps, and the latter forced herself to keep up with Fleur, but it was obvious that neither Hermione nor Harry could compare to Fleur in dancing.

Ron and Kathleen were much more calm, they just swayed slowly.

"How long have we not seen each other..."

Ron sighed quietly in Kathleen's ear.

Katherine just smiled and didn't answer.

Further afield, others were enjoying themselves.

"Ask him where Harry Potter is now."

Voldemort turned and watched Scrimgeour being dragged away by the Death Eaters and into the Minister of Magic's office.

"So this is the most important chair in the entire wizarding world."

Voldemort shook his head: "It looks terrible..."

Then he turned around: "Pierce Thicknesse."

A Death Eater quickly walked out of the crowd and bowed his head in front of Voldemort.

"My master……"

Voldemort nodded: "That's just a seat that someone must sit on. Well, as a reward for your loyalty, you can sit there now."

Piers Thicknesse was overjoyed.

Of course he knew his status among the Death Eaters.

Although those old-school purebloods who had followed Voldemort in the last war had been killed to pieces by Lu Ke, there were still many of them who continued to work for Voldemort, whether it was Snape or Malfoy. He was more trusted by the Dark Lord.

But the Dark Lord chose him anyway.

"Your will is supreme!"

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