HP through the autumn

For wizards, taking wedding photos is a very relaxed and romantic thing.

They can effortlessly fly hundreds of feet above the ground, magically conjure balloon streamers with ease, and even borrow magical creatures to grace their photos.

They can soar under the blue sky on a broomstick, and let the wizard responsible for taking pictures follow them, recording the sweet and happy smiles on their faces when the afterglow of the setting sun shines on their faces.

They can come to the top of the snow mountain, kiss in the ice and snow where only the two of them are silent, and become the only bright color in the vast white snow.

They can have sparkly fairies flying around them, adorning the bride's gown with their colorful wings.

They can take a photo with the lightly dancing Moon Crazy Beast in the moonlight, and let its graceful dance and their happiness be recorded in the photo.

Like many girls who love fantasy, Mrs. Porter conceived many kinds of wedding photo scenes a long time ago.In her vision, the two of them had to take a photo together riding a Firebolt on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.It was here in third grade that she found herself in love with Mr Potter.

At first Ron was offered to be their photographer, but he was soon stripped of the job.

"Don't shake your hands when taking pictures, Ron." Harry looked at the pictures in the camera helplessly.

"I didn't mean to," said Ron, feeling very innocent. "I'm really bad at taking pictures. Why didn't you ask Colin to take your pictures?"

"He's a big fan of Harry, isn't he?" Cho said. "I'm afraid he'll be the only one left in the picture."

Ron reluctantly invited Hermione to help.

"I'm not sure I can keep my hands off the broom while I'm flying," Hermione spread her hands. "My flying skills are average."

Cho: "How about letting Ron control the broom and you taking pictures?"

After some twists and turns, the Potters finally got their wish.

The sun illuminated the entire stadium into gold, the familiar castle stood silently not far away, and the warm wind gently brushed past their ears.

"I suddenly remembered my 12th birthday," said Harry, "when you said no girl would ever date me."

Recalling the scene back then, he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you were wrong. Then there was a beautiful girl who was famous in the whole school who dated me, and later married me."

"Thank you for complimenting me on my beauty," said Mrs. Potter, who was flying side by side with him in the air, "but Mr. Potter, you must remember one thing."

"what's up?"

"Mrs Potter is always right."

The author has something to say:

I said why the recent chapters are so uncomfortable to write... It turns out that there is too much nonsense...

Although the wedding photos here say so, but they don't wear wedding dresses, I'm too lazy to come up with a special name