Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 645 Fireworks

“But Mrs. Weasley doesn’t seem to agree,” Harry continued.

“Mom’s thinking is a bit old-fashioned,” Fred said nonchalantly. “But I believe she’ll change her mind soon enough. Once she sees what Tierra’s courses and reforms can bring to Britain and the wizarding world, she’ll gradually accept them. It just takes time.”

“Speaking of time!” Fred smiled, sprang to his feet, and said, “Mom should have been calmed down by Dad by now. Let’s go downstairs and help Mom. She was so irritable today because Professor Moody and Mr. Shackler don’t know anything about cooking and made a complete mess of her kitchen.”

"Oh, okay, okay." Harry got up from the bed as well.

"Hahahaha." Harry and Fred walked downstairs, and Fred suddenly burst into laughter again for some reason. "It's a shame you didn't come sooner. You should have seen it! Professor Moody and Mr. Shackleton, two big men, getting a real dressing-down from their mother, who's a head shorter than them. They looked so pathetic, so miserable, and so funny. Hahahaha, mostly funny, really, Harry, so incredibly funny, absolutely hilarious—"

“Oh, right,” Fred suddenly said, “I’ll extract this memory in a bit. I learned this magic from Tiera’s adult continuing education class. You can see it when you get back and find a Pensieve!”

"Okay, thank you, Fred." Harry's mood lightened considerably after Fred's teasing.

“The Pensieve!” Hermione’s voice suddenly rang out.

It was only then that Harry realized they had reached the second floor. George, Hermione, and Ginny were just coming out of the room, seemingly also heading downstairs at the same time.

"Oh, right, the Pensieve, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly as she approached Harry. "By the way, Harry, you can extract your memories, and I'll put them into the Pensieve so you can experience everything you went through in the dream world!"

“No!” Harry said sternly, a rare occurrence. “Hermione, you haven’t given up yet? Since Tyrell said the Dreamlands are too dangerous for you right now, you shouldn’t go!”

“Heh heh. Okay, fine,” Hermione said reluctantly, “but I want to try again, Harry. I really don’t want to give up on making the Philosopher’s Stone this time.”

“Hermione!” Harry said sternly.

"Oh my goodness, kids! You're finally done cleaning up! Hurry, hurry, help me set the table!" Before they had even fully descended into the dark, secluded corridor on the first floor, Mrs. Weasley rushed out, beckoning Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and the Weasley twins to help her.

“Okay, okay, coming, Mother.” George and Fred Weasley teleported down the stairs and suddenly appeared behind Mrs. Weasley.

"You two better behave yourselves!" Mrs. Weasley roared. "A very special guest is coming in a little while!"

"Guest? Who is it?" Ginny asked.

"It's Dumbledore!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes practically lit up with joy. "Headmaster Dumbledore is coming to our Christmas dinner!"

"What? Dumbledore is coming?" Harry asked in shock. "Shouldn't Dumbledore be at Hogwarts hosting the Christmas dinner right now?"

"Dumbledore said he's entrusted this task to Tiara." Mentioning Tiara, Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm immediately waned, and she glared at Harry as if Tiara were some street urchin who had led her son astray. "I really don't understand why Headmaster Dumbledore trusts Tiara so much," Mrs. Weasley muttered discontentedly.

However, Mrs. Weasley's displeasure was fleeting, and she quickly demonstrated the strong organizational skills of a housewife, getting everyone, including Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shackle, busy getting to work.

For example, Ron was assigned the task of chopping pandan sprouts, George and Fred were assigned the task of pounding calves, Harry was assigned to help cut lamb, Moody and Kingsley were assigned to control the oven temperature, and Mr. Weasley was assigned to knead the dough.
The girls only need to set out the tableware.

Just as everyone was busy, the flames in the kitchen suddenly shot up.

Two figures emerged from inside.

“Oh! Mr. Dumbledore, you’re too early, we haven’t arrived yet. Tyra is here too. Hello.” Everyone’s attention was drawn to the firelight shooting out of the closet. Mrs. Weasley was not surprised. She casually wiped the starch, fruit pieces, seasonings and other strange food scraps on her apron and was about to rush up to shake hands with Dumbledore, but soon saw Tyra standing next to Dumbledore.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley,” Tierra said with a smile, then hung the large chunks of cured meat, tropical fruit, Shattrath bird eggs, a large bag of bellflower tea, and Ussau’s salted sheep’s milk on Mrs. Weasley’s outstretched arms, which were ready to shake hands with Dumbledore.

“It’s been a long time, Mrs. Weasley,” Tierra said politely. “It’s just a small token of my appreciation for the colleagues and classmates of the Order of the Phoenix. Merry Christmas.”

"Oh dear, Merry Christmas, Tyrell!" After a moment of utter bewilderment, Mrs. Weasley reluctantly accepted Tyrell's gift.

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

Although Tyella is not a likable child now, she is someone you have watched grow up. So even though Mrs. Weasley was blaming Tyella for leading Harry, Ron, and her own precious daughter Jenny astray just a moment ago, she couldn't bring herself to vent that resentment now that they were face to face.

"Tierra! Tierra!" Harry, who was struggling to cut the lamb on the cutting board, dropped the knife and waved at Tierra.

When Harry saw Tyrell appear in the kitchen of Number Twelve Grimoire Place, he was first delighted, then startled. He knew how angry Mrs. Weasley had been and was afraid that Mrs. Weasley and Tyrell would clash.

But seeing that Mrs. Weasley and Tierra were at peace, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and then happily greeted Tierra.

"Oh, Jasmine, let me see what delicious food you've prepared today." Dumbledore, like a mischievous old man, peeked towards the stove.

"It's nothing, nothing, just some everyday stuff. Hey! Headmaster Dumbledore, what are you doing? Put the flour down. Let Moody and Shackles handle these things. You should go up to the hall on the second floor and rest for a while. I've prepared your favorite honey sherry for you there. Just wait for dinner to start."

“Oh, that won’t do, Jasmine.” Dumbledore smiled. “I haven’t felt this kind of family warmth in a long time. Let’s work together, hehe. It’ll be much more lively this way. I’m old, and I love a good time.”

(End of this chapter)