Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"But Mrs. Weasley doesn't seem to agree." Harry continued.

"Mom's ideas are a bit old-fashioned." Fred said nonchalantly, "But I believe that mom will be able to change her ideas soon. When she sees these courses of Tiera and what reforms can do for her,

She will slowly accept what Britain, and even the entire magical world, brings to the table. This will take time..."

"Speaking of time!" Fred smiled, straightened up, and stood up from the bed, "Mom should have been persuaded by dad now, let's go, go down and help mom, she is so grumpy today.

It's because Professor Moody and Mr. Shakur don't know how to cook at all and made her kitchen a mess."

"Oh, okay, okay." Harry also stood up from the bed.

"Hahahaha..." Harry and Fred were walking downstairs, and Fred suddenly laughed again for some reason, "It's a pity that you didn't come earlier, you really should take a look, Mu

Professor Di and Mr. Shakur, two grown men, were beaten to pieces by their mother, who was a head shorter than them. They looked embarrassed, miserable, and funny... Hahahaha... Mainly

It's funny, really, Harry, it's very, very funny, extremely funny -"

"Oh, by the way." Fred said suddenly, "I will extract this memory later. I learned this magic from Tiera's adult continuing education class. You can see it when you go back and find a pensieve.

Got it!"

"Um...Okay, okay, thank you, thank you, Fred." Harry felt much happier and more relaxed after being teased like this by Fred.

"Pensieve!" Hermione's voice suddenly appeared.

At this time, Harry realized that they had reached the second floor. George, Hermione, and Ginny just walked out of the room, and seemed to be stuck in time to go downstairs.

"By the way, there's a pensieve, Harry." Hermione came over excitedly after seeing Harry, "By the way, Harry, you can extract your memory, and then I'll put it in the pensieve, like this

You will be able to empathize with everything you are experiencing in the dreamland!"

"No!" Harry refused sternly, "Have you not given up yet, Hermione? Since Tiera said that Dreamland is too dangerous for you now, you shouldn't go!"

"Hehe...Okay, okay..." Hermione said angrily, "But I still want to try again...Harry...I

, I really can’t bear to give up refining the magic stone this time.”

"Hermione!" Harry said sternly.

"Oh, my God, kids! You've finally finished cleaning up! Quick, quick, quick, help me sort out the dishes!" Before they could fully descend into the deep corridor on the first floor, Mrs. Weasley hurried out and said hello

She asked Harry, Hermione, Ginny and the Weasley twins to help her.

"Okay, okay, here you go, Mom." George and Fred Weasley disapparated down the stairs and suddenly appeared behind Mrs. Weasley.

"Be dignified, you two!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, "We have a very special guest coming soon!"

"Guest? Who is it?" Ginny asked.

"It's Dumbledore!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes almost burst into laughter, "Headmaster Dumbledore is coming to our Christmas dinner!"

"What? Dumbledore is coming?" Harry asked in shock, "Shouldn't Dumbledore be hosting the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts at this time?"

"Dumbledore said that he gave this task to Tiera." When she mentioned Tiera, the enthusiasm in Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly faded a lot, and then she stared at Harry fiercely, and then

It seems that Tiera is the street boy who led his own son into a bad boy.

"I really don't know why Principal Dumbledore trusts this Tiera so much." Mrs. Weasley muttered dissatisfied.

However, Mrs. Weasley's unhappy mood passed for a moment, and she quickly used the strong co-ordinating ability of a housewife to get everyone including Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt busy.

For example, Ron was assigned the task of cutting pandan sprouts, George and Fred were assigned the task of pounding veal, Harry was asked to help cut the lamb, Moody and Kingsley were responsible for controlling the oven heat, and Mr. Weasley

Responsible for face-to-face...

The girls only need to place the tableware.

Just when everyone was busy together, the fire in the kitchen suddenly burst out.

Two figures walked out from inside.

"Oh! Mr. Dumbledore, you came too early, we haven't... oh... Tiera is here too... Wow...

.." Everyone's attention was attracted by the firelight coming from the closet. Mrs. Weasley was not surprised. She casually wiped the starch, fruit pellets, seasonings and other things on her hands on her apron.

After collecting other strange food scraps, I was about to rush up to shake Dumbledore's hand, but soon I saw Tiera standing next to Dumbledore.

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Weasley." Tiera said with a smile, and then held up the large pieces of bacon, tropical fruits, Shantak eggs, a large bag of bellflower tea and Ursa's salty lamb.

The breasts were hanging on Mrs. Weasley's arms as she stretched out her arms to shake Dumbledore's hand.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Weasley." Tiera said politely, "A little thought is not disrespectful. I wish my colleagues and classmates in the Order of the Phoenix a Merry Christmas."

"Ah...oh...Holy, Merry Christmas, Tiera..." After Mrs. Weasley was finally confused, she still accepted it with an embarrassed look on her face.

Tiera's gift——

After all, you won’t hit someone with a smiling face.

Although Tiera is not a lovable child now, she has grown up because of her own eyes. Therefore, even though Mrs. Weasley was internally blaming Tiera for leading Harry and Ron away a second ago, she also

He has his own precious daughter Jenny, but now that they have met, it is hard to express this resentment.

"Tiera! Tiera!" Harry, who was struggling to cut the lamb on the chopping board, dropped the knife in his hand and waved at Tiera.

When he saw Tiera appearing in the kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry was first happy, then shocked. He knew how angry Mrs. Weasley had just been, and was afraid that Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley

Tierra started a conflict.

But after seeing that Mrs. Weasley and Tiera were fine, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then happily greeted Tiera.

"Oh, Jasmine, let's see what delicious food you prepared today." Dumbledore poked his head toward the stove like an old naughty boy.

"Nothing, nothing, some household chores... Hey! Principal Dumbledore, what are you doing? Put down the flour and let Moody and Shacklebolt do these things. You can quickly go to the hall on the second floor to rest for a while.

I've prepared your favorite honey and sherry for you, just wait for the meal."

"Oh...that's not okay, Jasmine." Dumbledore smiled, "I haven't experienced this kind of family fireworks for a long time. Let's work together, haha...

It’s a lot of fun like this, and I’m old and I like the excitement.”