Tiera was sent to the Weasleys' Burrow on Friday morning, but before being sent to the Burrow, Tiera's "little toy" was confiscated by Dumbledore by nearly 90%, and only given to Tiera. Leaving behind a miniature "Amitabha Gatling" that fits into the groove of his right arm, a music box that can eat records and order songs according to Tiera's voice request, and a handle that can only cast a flashing spell And a large staff to increase the strength of the holder, a pair of glasses with a telescope magnifying glass and motion capture function, a bat-shaped dart that can fly back by itself after flying out, a green light that can emit green light, and let the green light become Rings of various shapes, a trident that has no use for eggs, and the "Thor's Hammer" that Dumbledore was too heavy to carry and could not move with magic.

"I just confiscated." Dumbledore said, "I will give it back to you when you grow up. These things are too dangerous for you."

"But I made these," Tiera said. "They are like my children to me. How could you be willing to take them away from their mothers?"

"Correction, these are my materials." Nick Lemay said beside him, "I said that you can take a few pieces to practice on your own, not to let you empty half of my warehouse."

"I agree with Dumbledore's confiscation decision." Nick Lemay said again, "so you have no room for refutation here. Well, let's go quickly, don't give up, don't come next time."

When Tiera arrived at the Weasleys, it was just in time for their busiest moment—

The Weasleys had just borrowed Harry from the Dursleys.

"Then Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I'll give you little Tiera."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore patted Tiera on the shoulder, and then disappeared directly—

"Tiera!" Harry came up and gave Tiera a big hug, then pulled up Tiera's right arm to look left and right—

"Your hand..." Harry asked hesitantly.

"It's totally fine." Tiera said with a smile, then raised her mechanical right arm and waved, moving her flexible fingers, "Dumbledore asked Nick Lemay to help me refine a right arm. "

"Niquelmay!?" Hermione, who followed behind, exclaimed, "That alchemist? Did you go to Paris to see Nycolmay?"

"Hmm." Tiera replied, "Not only that, I also studied with him for a while!"

"Have you learned alchemy?" Harry also asked excitedly, "Can you also refine the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Of course... no." Tiera rolled her eyes helplessly, "Please, I just studied for a summer vacation. How could I refine the existence of the Philosopher's Stone, which is at the apex of alchemy?"

"But haven't you watched Alchemy Galen since the first grade?" Hermione interrupted suddenly.

"..." Tiera rolled her eyes at Hermione, then said, "You have such a good memory."

"That's it." Hermione raised her head proudly.

"Well, even if I have studied alchemy for three years, it is impossible for me to make the Philosopher's Stone." Tiera said, "Niquelamet did it when he was forty-five years old. ,but……"

Tiera smiled mysteriously, and when she was about to speak—

"Oh my god, I just heard Tiera's voice." A strong mezzo-soprano came from the kitchen, and then an orange figure came out of the kitchen.

"Oh, my God, it's really Tiera." The orange figure...or Mrs. Weasley, walked towards Tiera with strong strides and opened her arms happily.

"Oh, poor child." Mrs. Weasley hugged Tiera, and then gave Tiera a heavy kiss on the forehead.

"How is it? Child, is everything okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked with concern, "We have heard about you, and Arthur and I are deeply sorry for what happened to you."

"Come on, Ron, take Tiera and Harry to your room." Mrs Weasley said with a smile, pushing Tiera up the stairs, "You can stay here as long as you want. , not just this summer vacation, I welcome you to the Burrow every summer vacation in the future."

"Well...Thank you...Thank you, Mrs. Weasley..." Tiera said shyly.

"No thanks, kid." Mrs. Weasley pushed Tiera up the stairs again, and after watching him go up the stairs—

Mrs. Weasley turned, changed her face, and walked back to the kitchen with stronger strides—

"George Weasley! Fred Weasley! And you! Arthur Weasley! Tell me what they did!" Mrs Weasley's roaring voice came from the first floor , Tiera, who had reached the third floor, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny glanced at each other, and immediately accelerated their steps upstairs.

"Fred and George quietly fed Dudley a prank candy that would make his tongue swell." Harry whispered into Tiera's ear as he went upstairs, "Of course, they didn't mean to... No, no, it should be said that they didn't give it on their own initiative... They just 'accidentally' sprinkled it on the ground... Dudley was too greedy to pick it up and eat it himself."

"That scene must be fun." Tiera said with a smile.

"It was so much fun!" Harry couldn't help laughing. "You didn't see what Dudley looked like then!"

"But that's still against the law!" Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and said, "Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley are justified in being angry. You'd better not do this in the future."

Ron and Harry looked at each other and grimaced at Hermione.

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

"Mom found that stack of order sheets when she was cleaning Fred and George's room." Ron whispered~lightnovelpub.net~ The price list was several pages long, all of which were gadgets they invented. Funny stuff, it's just… you know, fake wands, magic candy, a whole bunch of stuff, and I'd say that's awesome, I never knew they were inventing..."

"We've been hearing explosions in their room for a long time, but we never thought they were actually doing something," Ginny continued. "We thought they just liked the sound."

"However, most of those things... well, actually all of them, all of which are a little dangerous," said Ron, "you know what, they're planning to take them to Hogwarts and sell them for a fortune. Money...but mom got mad when she heard about it, warned them not to do this stuff again, and burned their order sheets...she was mad at them all the time, their O.W.L.s. And let her down."

"It was a big fight," Ginny said. "Mom wants them to work at the Ministry of Magic in the future, like Dad did, but George and Fred told Mom they just wanted to run a joke shop."

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