Harry nervously flattened his hair as he stood under the flowery altar waiting for the âm nhạc to to start. His best friend Ron was standing beside him, tugging at the cổ áo of his black dress robes, obviously the heat was bothering him. Harry flattened his hair again.
“Seriously Harry stop it! You're making me nervous and I'm not even getting married! Oh and one thêm thing. I know this is completely the worst time to tell bạn this, but if bạn hurt my sister i will kill you!” Ron whispered to Harry, this time tugging on the hoa pinned to his robes. Harry guessed that was bothering him...
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