Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 840

It was as if I had just woken up from a dream.

Harry and Hermione, who were sitting at the entrance of the café, suddenly snapped out of their daze and looked around in confusion.

Harry lowered his head slightly, and a ring was perfectly placed on the middle finger of his right hand.

“Hermione, T…” Harry looked up, as if to ask something.

"Shh!" But Hermione interrupted her.

“Didn’t he say not to bother him unless it’s important, and not to distract him?” Hermione said.

"Oh, oh, oh." Harry picked up a cup of coffee, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

Harry gently blew on the steam rising from the surface of his coffee to avoid burning his mouth.

Hermione took out a travel guide from her bag that looked like it had been read many times, her eyes intently scanning the words on the pages.

"Sigh," Hermione sighed suddenly as she looked at the book.

"Stop pretending, you didn't read it at all, did you?" Harry had already finished his coffee and eaten all the dessert on his plate. He glanced at the passersby, then looked at Hermione and, seeing that she hadn't turned the page at all, asked.

“Yes.” Hermione simply slammed the book she was holding onto the coffee table.

"That guy is so annoying! He only tells half of what he's saying!" Hermione said angrily, picking up her coffee, blowing on it, and then downing it in one gulp. "He just loves to play riddles. He just won't tell us the whole plan and makes us guess, and then he just makes us run around in circles."

“What do we do then?” Harry asked, “He won’t tell us anything.”

"What do we do?" Hermione glared at Harry, her anger rising. "What else can we do? Just do what he says. Can we refuse?"

“Well, okay,” Harry said.

"Waiter!" Hermione beckoned. "More coffee!"

This coffee shop offers unlimited refills.

The Weasleys finally managed to finish their visit to their distant relative before dinner.

Judging from Mr. Weasley's dejected expression and the fact that they didn't stay for dinner, it's clear that Mr. Weasley's attempts to persuade his distant relative had failed miserably.

It could even be described as a tragedy.

However, Ron and the Weasley twins were not saddened at all by their parents' rejection; in fact, they seemed rather gleeful.

The Weasleys met up with Harry and Hermione at a restaurant that served fresh ingredients and had dinner there. Harry, Hermione, and the other Weasleys sat around a large round table.

Ron and the Weasley twins each chose their favorite dishes.

“You should have seen Dad’s face,” George said first, breaking off pieces of bread on their table as they waited for the groceries they’d bought that morning to be prepared. “When that guy, what was his name again? Oh right, Dragos, Dragos Weasley, started chasing people away as soon as he heard Tierra’s name, Dad’s face looked like he’d eaten a whole lemon.”

“Yes, and when he tried to persuade Dragos with all sorts of arguments, hoping to sway a glimmer of hope,” Fred added, his eyes crinkling with laughter, “they just said, ‘Mr. Weasley, I’m ashamed to share your last name! You’ve actually sided with that devil!’”

“‘You have tarnished this glorious name! Traitor!’” Ron added, “Yes, Dad’s steps were several times heavier when he returned, poor old man.”

Harry and Hermione felt it was impolite to laugh after hearing the description, but still...
She still managed a slight smile, her lips pursed.

Hermione shook her head slightly. "If you hadn't described it so vividly, I really wouldn't have believed that Mr. Weasley would have had that kind of expression."

“Poor Mr. Weasley,” Harry sighed.

Fortunately, the round table was too big, and the people sitting there were far enough away from Mr. Weasley. Otherwise, if Mr. Weasley, who was sitting among them, had heard this, he would have been furious.

Mr. Weasley was now pale and lost in thought, tapping the table with his fingers from time to time, clearly preoccupied.

“Oh Arthur, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Mrs. Weasley said softly, her voice always gentle yet strong. “We know you did your best. Dragos’ reaction may have been extreme, but it’s not your fault.”

Mr. Weasley sighed softly, looking at his wife with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Molly, thank you. But I can't help feeling a little frustrated. I can't understand why Dragos reacted so strongly."

“Oh, Hermione, that’s just our everyday life.” While Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were whispering to each other, George chimed in, “If you were with us every day, you could write a book about it. Dad often runs into trouble at work, but it’s okay, he’ll be full of energy the next day.”

"That could be considered one of Mr. Weasley's strengths, wouldn't you say?" Hermione didn't dare to criticize Mr. Weasley too much, so she could only offer a nonchalant remark.

As everyone chatted, one dish after another of the dishes that the restaurant had prepared were served on the table.

The first dish served was Spanish paella—fragrant saffron rice mixed with freshly caught shrimp, clams, and fish slices, garnished with green peas and lemon slices, and even the rice grains were covered with bits of green herbs. All of this combined was not only pleasing to the eye but also mouthwatering.

Next came slices of Spanish ham, each as thin as a cicada's wing, scarlet and translucent, gleaming enticingly under the light. The ham boasted a rich, multi-layered flavor, with a robust salty aroma and a hint of sweetness; its delicate texture almost melted in the mouth.

Following closely behind is a pair of beautifully plated Spanish omelets – Tortillas.

The omelet is filled with mashed potatoes and onions, fried until slightly crispy on the outside and soft and juicy on the inside. Every bite offers the fullness of the potatoes and the subtle spiciness of the onions, and a small dish of homemade ketchup adds even more layers of flavor.

As for dessert, it's the most classic Spanish pudding – flaná. This Spanish-style caramel pudding has a caramel-colored surface, presenting a beautiful amber hue. With a gentle spoonful, the cream pudding underneath is soft and delicate, sweet but not cloying, and every bite is a supreme enjoyment for the taste buds.

The delicious food slightly eased Mr. Weasley's frustration at his setback, and the atmosphere at the table gradually became more lively.

At least Mr. Weasley no longer looks so dejected.