Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 105 Burrow
The day concluded with a sumptuous dinner.

Hermione's parents treated Harry, Tyrell, and the Weasleys to a lavish dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, served in Galleons, of course. Thanks to the magically low prices of food in the wizarding world, the meal didn't cost them much.

A whole roasted turkey, a huge pot of green bean and mutton soup, a giant roasted lobster, a huge plate of red wine steak, a plate of large pig's trotters, a basket of fried fish that looked big enough to fit Harry, half a roasted crocodile, and a serving of fries for everyone, salad, and bread that was bigger than Tierra's head—

These only cost fourteen gold gallons and five silver sieges in total.

The two families, along with Harry and Tyella, enjoyed the meal and had a pleasant conversation.

But the young host, Hermione Granger, didn't seem so happy. She hid behind her parents and fiercely cut the large pig's trotter on the plate with a knife and fork.

Others might think she's a starving, lazy bum—

But only Tyella knew that Hermione mistook that giant pig's trotter for herself...

Tsk tsk tsk, Tierra reluctantly forked a piece of fried fish, put it on her plate, and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of the oil filling her mouth.

Young girls these days are so naive and simple-minded. So what if they get rejected after confessing their feelings?

Is it really necessary to be so bitter and resentful?

Tiera sighed.

That's why he doesn't like teenage girls.

My mind is always filled with unrealistic fantasies of love and romantic views that I don't know where I picked them up from.

If Tyrell doesn't want to return to her original world but instead wants to live here permanently, then an adult Hermione might be a very good option.

Intelligent, beautiful, strong, rational, yet possessing a woman's gentleness and sensitivity.

But Tierra ultimately could not feel any sense of belonging to this world.

Dinner ended amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.

Including Hermione.

After venting her anger on Tyrell with a pig's trotter for dinner, Hermione's mood calmed down a bit.

At least his expression wasn't so sinister anymore.

"See you at school!" Hermione said to Ron, Harry, and Tyella, who was standing next to Harry, as she left.

"Come on, child, stay at our house for the next few days."

After saying goodbye to the Grangers, Mrs. Weasley warmly embraced Tyella and patted her on the shoulder.

“You’re a little thin, child,” Mrs. Weasley said. “But no problem, I’ll make sure to feed you until you’re plump and healthy these next few days!”

“Thank you, madam,” Tierra said shyly. “I’ll be troubling you these next few days.”

“No trouble at all!” Mrs. Weasley chuckled.

Tierra and Harry followed the Weasleys through the Flying Furnace Web of the Leaky Cauldron to the Burrow.

As soon as Tierra stepped out of the fireplace, she smelled the aroma of wheat mixed with a hint of pig manure in the air...

Ah, that familiar taste.

Tierra smelled it every day when she was planting wheat in the fields in her past life.

At that moment, he couldn't wait to get back to the institute—

But now he feels like he's in another world.

“You, Harry, and Ron will share a room,” Mrs. Weasley said, following closely behind Tierra as she emerged from the fireplace. “Let Ron take you there; I need to get the bread for tomorrow’s breakfast ready first.”

“Do you need my help, Mrs. Weasley?” Tierra asked politely. “No, it’s nothing, just a wave of my wand.” Mrs. Weasley smiled and gave Tierra a nudge, gesturing for her to follow Harry and Ron upstairs—

Then Mrs. Weasley immediately turned around like a tigress.

“George! Fred!” Mrs. Weasley roared, “and Arthur!”

"How many times have I told you! No asking rude questions in front of Muggles!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was like a roaring lioness echoing for three days. "Didn't you see the expressions on Mr. and Mrs. Granger's faces just now? You're embarrassing yourselves—"

"Let's go, let's go." Ron, like a frightened kitten, quickly pulled Tyella and Harry upstairs.

Tierra followed Ron and Harry up the narrow staircase of the Burrow to his room, which appeared much larger than it looked from the outside, perhaps because it had been enchanted with a tamper spell.

Tierra went inside, and the sloping ceiling almost touched his head.

For a moment, my eyes went unfocused in Tiera's room because everything in Ron's room looked like a dazzling orange-yellow: the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling.

Finally, Tierra discovered that Ron had covered almost every inch of the old wallpaper with posters, all of which featured the same seven witches and wizards, dressed in bright orange robes, carrying flying brooms, and waving gleefully.

Ron's magic textbooks were piled up haphazardly in the corner of the room, next to some comic books, which all seemed to be "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miguel".

Ron's old wand was placed on a large fish tank on the windowsill, which contained many tadpoles.

His gray, fat, spotted mouse lay snoring beside the fish tank—

It was Peter Pettigrew.

“It’s not very big.” Ron plopped down on his bed, a small single bed. Next to it was another single bed, on which Harry’s clothes, socks, and underwear were scattered haphazardly. Near the window was a hammock—

This must be where Ron often reads.

“Harry’s sleeping bag,” Ron said, picking up a piece of candy from the bedside table and popping it into his mouth. “You’ll have to sleep in that hammock for a while.”

“No problem,” Tierra said. “May I wander around?”

“Okay,” Ron said.

Tierra put her suitcase on the ground, then went to the window and carefully observed the tadpoles in the fish tank.

Harry followed behind Tierra and said, "That's wonderful, Tierra!"

"We can play together for the rest of the summer vacation!" Harry said happily.

"Hmm." After looking at the tadpoles, Tierra pinched Peter Pettigrew, who was fast asleep next to the fish tank, and picked him up by the neck.

Peter was startled, but after seeing that it was Tiera, he turned over in Tiera's armlet and fell into a deep sleep again.

While rubbing Peter Pettigrew's little head, Tierra used "Spying" magic in conjunction with Legilimency to search through Peter Pettigrew's memories—

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. He now has the most terrifying village-level terrorist in history on his side, and Tiera will certainly not let go of any opportunity to obtain more intelligence.

In less than half an hour, Tyrell chatted with Harry and Ron while going through all of Peter's memories about Voldemort—

Because Tyrell had only learned Legilimency this summer and was still not proficient, most of Peter's memories of Voldemort were distorted and blurred by his fear. This meant that Tyrell didn't get any particularly useful information, and even less than what he had learned from movies, novels, and fan fiction in his previous life.

“Speaking of which, Ron… Little Scabbers is getting quite old,” Tiera said. “Haven’t you considered breeding him?”

[Damn Tiera! Ron will probably refuse this time too!]

Tierra "heard" what Peter Pettigrew, lying in his arms, was thinking.

“We’ve tried before, but Scabbers doesn’t seem interested in female mice,” Ron said. “So we’ve never forced it.”

“Have you tried male mice?” Tierra said. “Maybe Scabbers like male mice.”

(End of this chapter)