Harry Potter and the Old Ones

In the end, Mrs. Weasley still did not beat Dumbledore, and let Dumbledore go to the two halves for a tropical fruit salad.

Of course, at the same time, Tiera also joined in this great family labor of the Order of the Phoenix.

Tiera cut off the large pieces of cured meat she brought, and cut the pieces into minced meat, blanched in water, then added water with the beaten Shantak bird eggs, stirred evenly, and steamed them together for ten minutes. , sprinkle onion shavings after the pan is out, then drizzle with hot vegetable oil, and a large bowl of Shantak egg custard is ready.

At the moment when the pan was drenched in oil, a strange and alluring aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen, causing everyone to stop their work.

After doing all this, Tiera applied a heat preservation magic to the custard, cut the remaining cured meat into thirds and put it into the pot to continue steaming. After steaming until the meat was soft and rotten, Tiera removed the meat from the pot. Take it out, chop it up with a ruthless iron hand while it's still hot, cut it into strips, then stretch out your hand, sink into the void, and pull a handful of fresh quinoa sticks from a field in Nanchang, China, thousands of miles away, wash them and cut them into pieces. Section, pour in the lard, burn to 60% hot, add the cured meat, stir fry for a few times, then add the quinoa, then add the quinoa root, onion and fresh red chili powder and stir fry, then add salt and continue to fry For one minute, pour in water, simmer for two minutes, wait for the water to dry, put it on a plate, and finally apply a heat preservation magic to the table.

"Fried bacon with quinoa." After seeing Tiera's fried dishes, Dumbledore used a knife and fork to pick up a mass of quinoa and bacon, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, "Yeah! It's still the same taste, I've had it for fifty years... yes, I haven't tasted this flavor for more than fifty years, it's delicious!"

"It's good to smell, wash your hands and get ready to eat." Tiera said with a smile.

"Ready to start?" Mrs. Weasley questioned. "My mutton pot and roast beef are still a long time away."

"It's not difficult." Tiera said, rolling her right eye—

A certain subtle change of time is taking place on the cooktop and oven.

The mutton, which was tender and bloodshot, gradually turned white and gray, the turkey in the oven grew a brownish-yellow and crispy skin, the steak fried on the frying pan turned light gray-brown, and the potatoes cooked in the pan also Soft and rotten, fried pork chops golden, bread fluffy...  

The fragrant smell of food filled the slender kitchen in an instant.

"Mrs. Weasley." Tiera smiled politely, then said, "Is there anything else you need us to help with?"

"Oh...this...this is amazing..." Even Mrs. Weasley had never seen this magic of ripening all food in an instant.

"This is what I hope to give everyone, Mrs. Weasley." Tiera smiled and waved, and the tropical fruit salad that Dumbledore was still stirring was quickly mixed and flew to the table.

The piping hot lamb stew with peas is pulled from the stove and onto the table, followed by roast turkey, pan-fried steak, pan-fried pork chops, bread, potatoes...

"We can't fear black magic just because it's evil... In my opinion, black magic is just incomplete new magic that has not yet been fully developed, and I think we are more likely to reject it because of its flaws. You should study it, understand him, improve him, and promote him."

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Meanwhile, while Dumbledore, Tierra, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were enjoying a delicious Christmas dinner and a fiery Christmas atmosphere at Twelve Grimmauld Place, the old home of the Black family, Voldemort was at After two days of searching along the coastline on the cold plains where the cold wind was blowing, finally on the morning of the third day, he saw a large ship painted bright purple slowly approaching him.

The moment he saw the bright purple galleon, Voldemort knew that his hard work these days had not been in vain.

Voldemort cast a disillusionment spell on himself, then flew up, slowly approaching the merchant ship from the sea—

Voldemort was cold, hungry, and tired even though Voldemort had prepared a lot of potions these days.

Although this is a dreamland, but Voldemort entered in the flesh, so Voldemort also needs to sleep.

But because of the danger of Leng Yuan and the elusive Moon Beast clan, Voldemort did not dare to sleep, and only dared to hang his spirits on the potion.

Now that he finally encountered a human sailing ship, Voldemort didn't want to continue to hold on any longer, and was ready to fly to the galleon to bake on the fire and eat some hot food.

- This was the first time in more than seventy years of Voldemort's life that he felt emotionally excited about the upcoming hot soup and hot food.

Even when he was in the orphanage before, at least he had enough food and clothing, and Voldemort had never experienced such a cold and hungry feeling.

The bright purple sailboat was a long way off, but it wasn't a problem for Voldemort.

After only a few minutes, Voldemort was quietly clinging to the boat.

However, Voldemort did not appear in front of the crew and sailors aboveboard. After flying to the deck, he landed lightly, and then continued to use the Illusionary Charm to hide his figure and quietly touched the location of the merchant galley.

It was not meal time, so there was no one in the kitchen. After watching carefully for a while, Voldemort immediately rummaged through boxes and cabinets to unearth the leftovers in the kitchen, as well as the stored bacon and pickles.

The meat and vegetables did not taste very good, but at this time they were delicious in the mouth of a hungry Voldemort.

Voldemort couldn't care about his image at this time, and no one saw it now anyway. He took a piece of smoked fish in both hands and gnawed it.

Every now and then, I would take out a piece of pickled cucumber from the pickle jar and chew it, completely ignoring the musty smell and salty sea odor in the air.

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After Tiera used time magic to speed up the cooking time of the dishes, Mrs. Weasley fried a few more fish steaks, and finally, everyone sat at the table and was ready to start eating.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Mrs. Weasley took Dumbledore to the top of the table and put a glass of iced honey sherry in his hand. "Please give your Christmas message."

"Oh... well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Jasmine." Dumbledore stood up with a smile and raised the honey sherry in his hand.

"I'm very happy. In the days after Voldemort's resurrection and the rise of the Death Eaters, we spent another year safely. During this year, no one was injured, no one was injured, and everyone was still alive... Dumbledore said with a smile, "Of course, thanks also to Tiera for bringing new vitality to our magical world."

"Chee-" Alastor Moody deliberately let out a relentless snort.

Tiera smiled and nodded, not caring.

"To life! To vitality! To innovation!" Dumbledore raised his glass and said happily.

"To Headmaster Dumbledore!" the others said in unison.

The fire in the restaurant stove is getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting warmer and warmer.

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