In the end, Hermione didn't get too hung up on this issue.

What more could she say?

After so many years, Tiera finally gave her a decent gift. What else could she be dissatisfied with?

After that, Tiera gave the useless "Sea King Trident" to Ron, who was also useless—

But Ron was so excited, he still thought it was the coolest gift he'd ever received in his life.

Obviously, although Tiera brought many more alchemy items, Tiera had no intention of giving any of them to Ginny at all.

"I think they're probably done arguing." Hermione saw Ginny looking at Ron enviously, and looked at Harry shyly, she said in order to cover up this moment of embarrassment, "Let's go down and prepare dinner for your mother, okay? ?"

"Okay, okay." Ron said, leaning the trident against his wall, Hermione also left the "Gandalf's Staff" in Ron's room, only the one Harry gave Tierra He put the glasses on his face, and carefully put away his original pair of glasses.

The five of them went back downstairs and found that Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen by herself, and her mood seemed to be extremely depraved.

"We're eating out in the garden," Mrs. Weasley said in her soft voice when they entered. "There's no room for twelve. Can you take these plates out, girls? Bill and Charlie are there. Set the table. You three, get your knives and forks."

While instructing Tiera, Harry and Ron, she tapped a bunch of potatoes in the sink with her wand, but she didn't expect her to use a little more force. on the walls and ceiling.

"Oh, my God," she said angrily, and tapped a dustpan on its side with her wand again. The dustpan jumped up immediately and slid across the floor, picking up the potatoes one by one.

"These two guys!" she said viciously, pulling many pots and pans out of the cupboard, "I don't know what they're going to become. Without any ambition, all day long knowing how to make trouble …”

Mrs. Weasley threw a large brass saucepan on the kitchen table, put her wand in and whirled in circles, and as she stirred, a stream of creamy sauce sprayed from the tip of the wand.

"They're not unwise," continued Mrs Weasley angrily, placing the saucepan on the stove, poking it again with her wand, and lighting the fire, "but those who are clever are not places unless they are quick Cheer up and change your mind, or you'll be in trouble! More owls fly in every year from Hogwarts to complain to them than everyone else put together. If they go on like this, they'll end up being sent to abuse Magical Office."

Mrs Weasley poked the knife drawer with her wand again, and the drawer snapped open.

Tiera, Harry and Ron jumped away quickly, only to see several knives jumping out of the drawer, flying across the kitchen, and starting to chug potatoes.

The dustpan had just poured the potatoes into the sink again.

"I really don't see what's wrong with our education," Mrs. Weasley said, putting down her wand and pulling out a few more saucepans. "It's been like this for years, one mess after another, and I can't listen to— Oh, it's not right!"

She picked up her wand from the table, and the wand let out a piercing scream and turned into a giant rubber mouse.

"It's the fake wand they made again!" Mrs. Weasley roared angrily, "How many times have I told them, don't put these things around!"

She grabbed her real wand, turned around, and found that the cream sauce on the stove was smoking.

"Go! Go!" said Ron hastily, grabbing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, "when mom starts complaining, that's when we should leave, or she'll start picking on you. ."

They came into the garden and helped Bill and Charlie set the dishes and knives and forks.

Dinner doesn't start until seven o'clock.

Before that, Tiera took out his "Amitabha Gatling", stuck it on his right arm, and asked George Weasley and Fred Weasley for eight large dung bombs to load into them. into Gatling, and then—

"Launch!"

The Eight Eyebrow dung bomb shot at the hill behind the Burrow.

"Fantastic!" said George Weasley. "Fantastic!"

"Can you make dung bombs like these tracked bullets?" Tiera asked, pulling out a schematic of a Gatling bullet, "so that Weasley joke products will not only be used for entertainment, but even as a means of attack."

"But why do we make attacks?" Fred Weasley asked inexplicably. "We make joke products to bring laughter to everyone."

"Because if it is made into an attack method... it is likely to be seen and purchased by the Auror Command." Tiera said, "Every year in the process of inventorying dark wizards, a large number of Aurors will be injured or killed. If they can With a weapon like me that fires dung bombs continuously, they might be able to reduce casualties a bit... and if Mrs Weasley knew that your inventions were acquired by Auror Command, she might not stop you from continuing to work on them. already."

Fred and George looked at each other, and both saw the heartbeat in each other's eyes—

"We did," said George.

"When I think that maybe those dark wizards will be covered with big dung bombs from us in the future, I think - ha ha ha ha. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Fred suddenly laughed, "No way, this picture is too strong !Ha ha ha ha!"

George also laughed.

At seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning with exhaustion under the weight of Mrs. Weasley's delicious dishes. The Weasley family of nine, as well as Tiera, Harry and Hermione all sat down to eat under the clear dark blue night sky. For a Tierra who had been drinking the elixir of life all summer, it was like returning to heaven. Tiera only ate chicken, ham patties, boiled potatoes and salads, and didn't even care about talking—

He even had to use flesh and blood magic to speed up his digestion of food, so that he could fill up more food.

While Tierra eats, Percy talks about his job, Mrs Weasley cares about Bill's outfit, and Harry and the rest of the Weasley family have been discussing the upcoming Quidditch.

After drinking and eating, it was time to go to bed.

They ate some Weasley's homemade ice cream and went back to their rooms to sleep—

But obviously, the Weasley twins had no plans to sleep, but continued to drag Tiera to ask questions.

Tiera had to take out her pile of works and show them again.

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