Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 265 Weasley Magical Items

Tyrell was taken to the Weasleys' Burrow on Friday morning, but before arriving, Dumbledore confiscated nearly 90% of Tyrell's "little toys," leaving her with only a miniature "Amitabha Gatling gun" that fit perfectly into the groove of her right arm, a music box that could eat records and request songs based on Tyrell's voice, a large staff that could only cast Flash Charm and increase the wielder's strength, a pair of glasses with telescope magnification and motion capture functions, a bat-shaped dart that could fly out and then fly back on its own, a ring that could emit green light and turn the green light into various shapes, a trident that was practically useless, and the "Mjolnir" that Dumbledore found too heavy to carry and couldn't be moved by magic.

“I’m just confiscating them,” Dumbledore said. “I’ll give them back to you when you’re older. These things are too dangerous for you.”

“But I made these,” Tierra said. “They are like my children to me. How can you take your children away from their mother?”

“To correct you, these are my materials,” Nicholas Lemay said from the side. “I meant you can take a few to practice on your own, not that you should empty half of my warehouse.”

“I agree with Dumbledore’s decision to confiscate it,” Nicholas Flamel added. “So you have no room for argument here. Now, get out of here, and don’t come back again.”

When Tyella arrived at the Weasleys' house, they were at their liveliest time—

The Weasleys had just borrowed Harry from the Dursleys.

“Then Harry,” Dumbledore said with a smile, “I’ll entrust Little Tierra to you.”

After saying this, Dumbledore patted Tyrell on the shoulder and then vanished from the spot—

"Tierra!" Harry immediately gave Tierra a big hug, then took her right arm and looked her over from left to right—

“Your hand…” Harry asked hesitantly.

“I’m perfectly fine now,” Tierra said with a smile, then raised her mechanical right arm and waved it, stretching her nimble fingers. “Dumbledore asked Nick Flamel to forge a right arm for me.”

"Nicolas Flamel!?" Hermione exclaimed from behind, "That alchemist? You went to Paris to see Nicolas Flamel?"

“Hmm,” Tierra replied, “Not only that, I also studied under him for a while!”

"Have you learned alchemy?" Harry asked excitedly. "Can you also make Philosopher's Stones?"

“Of course…no.” Tiera rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Please, I’ve only been studying for a summer. How could I possibly create something like a Philosopher’s Stone, which is at the pinnacle of alchemy?”

“But didn’t you start reading ‘Introduction to Alchemy’ in first grade?” Hermione suddenly interjected.

"..." Tyella rolled her eyes at Hermione, then said, "You have a really good memory."

“That’s right.” Hermione proudly raised her head.

“Well, even if I studied alchemy for three years, I still couldn’t possibly create a Philosopher’s Stone,” Tierra said. “Even Nicolas Lemaire, the old man, only succeeded in creating one when he was forty-five, but…”

Tiera smiled mysteriously, just as she was about to speak—

“Oh my god, I just heard Tierra’s voice.” A deep contralto voice came from the kitchen, followed by an orange figure walking out. “Oh my god, it really is Tierra.” The orange figure… or rather, Mrs. Weasley, strode towards Tierra, her arms outstretched in delight.

“Oh, poor child.” Mrs. Weasley hugged Tierra and then gave her a big kiss on the forehead.

"How are you, child? Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern. "We've heard about what happened to you, and Arthur and I are deeply saddened by what you've been through."

“Come on, Ron, take Tierra and Harry to your room,” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, shoving Tierra toward the stairs. “You can stay here as long as you like, not just this summer, but every summer from now on you’re welcome to come to the Burrow.”

“Um… thank you… thank you, Mrs. Weasley…” Tierra said shyly.

“You’re welcome, child.” Mrs. Weasley nudged Tyella further up the stairs, watching him ascend them—

Mrs. Weasley turned, her expression changed, and in one fluid motion, strode back to the kitchen with even more vigorous steps—

"George Weasley! Fred Weasley! And you! Arthur Weasley! What did they do? Tell me!" Mrs. Weasley's roaring voice came from the first floor. Tyrell, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, who had already reached the third floor, exchanged glances and immediately quickened their pace upstairs.

"Fred and George secretly gave Dudley some prank candy that makes his tongue swell up," Harry whispered in Tierra's ear as they went upstairs. "Of course, they didn't do it on purpose... no, no, they didn't give it to him intentionally... they just 'accidentally' spilled it on the floor... it's all Dudley's fault for being so greedy and picking it up to eat himself."

“That must be a lot of fun,” Tierra said with a smile.

"That was hilarious!" Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You didn't see what Dudley looked like!"

“But that’s still against the law!” Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are right to be angry, and you’d better not do that again.”

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance and then made a face at Hermione.

"By the way, what are Weasley's magic tricks?" Harry asked as they went upstairs.

“Mom found that stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George’s room,” Ron whispered. “A long list of prices for all the little gadgets they invented, funny stuff, you know, fake wands, magic candies, a whole bunch of things. I have to say it was amazing. I had no idea they were always inventing things…”

“For a long time, we always heard explosions coming from their room, but we never thought they were actually making something,” Ginny continued. “We thought they just liked the sound.”

“However, most of those things… well, actually all of them, all of them are a bit dangerous,” Ron said. “You know, they planned to take these things to Hogwarts and sell them to make a fortune… but when Mom heard about it, she was furious. She warned them not to do this kind of thing anymore and burned all their order forms… She’s been angry with them ever since, and their OWL results have disappointed her.”

“That argument was really fierce,” Ginny said. “Mom wanted them to work at the Ministry of Magic in the future, like Dad, but George and Fred told Mom that they just wanted to open a joke shop.”

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