Harry Potter and the 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, and 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. Shacklebolt 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 should really see Professor Moody and Shacklebolt." The two grown men, sir, were scolded to death by their mother, who was a head shorter than them. They looked embarrassed, miserable, and funny at the same time. Hahahaha, it was mainly funny. Really, Harry, it was very, very funny. It was so funny. ——”

"Oh, that's right." Fred said suddenly, "I'll extract this memory later. I learned this magic from Tiera's adult continuing education class. You can watch it when you go back and find a pensieve." !”

"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, Pensieve, Harry." Hermione came over excitedly after seeing Harry, "By the way, Harry, you can extract your memory, and then I put it in the Pensieve, like this You will be able to empathize with everything you are experiencing in the dreamland!"

"No!" Harry refused harshly, "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 really don't want to give up refining the Sorcerer's 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 greeted 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.

"You two, please be dignified!" 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 mentioning Tiera, the enthusiasm in Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly faded a lot, and then she stared at Harry fiercely. It seems that Tiera is the street kid who led her 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 soon exerted her strong co-ordinating ability as a housewife, getting 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 beating veal, Harry was asked to help cut the lamb, Moody and Kingsley were responsible for controlling the oven heat, and Mr. Weasley Responsible for making noodles.

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 arrived yet. Tiera is here too. Hello." Everyone's attention was attracted by the firelight coming out of the closet, Weiss. Mrs. Leigh was not surprised. She casually wiped the starch, fruit pellets, seasonings and other strange ingredients on her hands on her apron, and was about to rush up to shake Dumbledore's hand. But soon he saw Tiera standing next to Dumbledore.

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Weasley." Tiera said with a smile, and then held up the large pieces of cured meat, tropical fruits, Shantak eggs, a large bag of bellflower tea and Ursa's salty lamb. The breasts were hanging on Mrs. Weasley's arms that were stretched out 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."

"Oh. Holy, Merry Christmas, Tiera." After the final confusion, Mrs. Weasley accepted Tiera's gift with an embarrassed look on her face——

After all, don’t hit the smiling person with your hand.

Although Tiera is not a lovable child now, she has grown up because of her own eyes. So even though Mrs. Weasley was internally blaming Tiera for bringing Harry and Ron into trouble a second ago, she also He has his own baby 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 happy at first, and then shocked. He knew how angry Mrs. Weasley had just been, and was afraid that Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. 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, just some household chores. Hey! Principal Dumbledore, what are you doing? Put down the flour. Just let Moody and Shacklebolt do these things. You can quickly go to the hall on the second floor to rest for a while. I'll prepare it for you there. I’ve got your favorite honey and sherry, and you can just wait for the meal.”

"Oh, that's not okay, Jasmine." Dumbledore smiled, "I haven't felt the fireworks of this kind of family for a long time. Let's work together, haha. It's a lot more lively. I'm old and I like the excitement. .”