In the end, Mrs. Weasley still didn't hold back Dumbledore, and asked Dumbledore to order a tropical fruit salad in half.

Of course, at the same time Tierra also joined in this family-style labor of the Order of the Phoenix.

Tierra cut off the large piece of bacon she brought, sliced ​​it into minced meat, blanched it, then added water and stirred it with the mixed Shantak bird eggs, and steamed it for ten minutes , sprinkle onion shavings after it comes out of the pan, and then drizzle with boiling vegetable oil, a large bowl of Shantak egg custard is ready.

The moment the oil was poured out of the pan, a strange and alluring aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen, causing everyone to stop their work involuntarily.

After finishing all this, Tierra applied a heat preservation magic to the egg custard, cut the remaining cured meat into a third and put it in the pot to continue steaming. After steaming until the meat was soft and rotten, Tierra removed the meat from the pot Take it out of the oven, chop it into pieces with ruthless iron hands while it is hot, cut into strips, then stretch out your hand, submerge into the void, and pull a handful of fresh stalks of Artemisia officinalis from the field in Nanchang, China, thousands of miles away, clean and cut them into pieces. Put in lard, heat to 60% heat, put in marinated meat, stir-fry a few times, then pour in Artemisia annua, then add Artemisia annua root, onion and fresh red pepper powder and stir-fry, then add refined salt and continue to fry For one minute, pour in clean water and simmer for two minutes. After the water is drained, put it on a plate, and finally apply a heat preservation magic to bring it to the table.

"Stir-fried bacon with Artemisia annua." After seeing Tiera's fried dishes, Dumbledore picked up a ball of Artemisia annua and bacon with a knife and fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, "Hmm! It still tastes the same, I have had it for fifty years... yes, I haven't tasted this taste for more than fifty years, it's so delicious!"

"It smells good, wash your hands and get ready to eat." Tierra said with a smile.

"Ready to start?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "My lamb stew and roast beef are still a long time away."

"It's not difficult." Tierra said and rolled her right eyeball—

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

The tender and bloodshot mutton gradually turned white-gray, the turkey in the oven had a brownish-yellow crispy skin, the steak frying on the frying pan turned light gray-brown, and the potatoes boiled in the pan also turned pale gray. It becomes soft and rotten, the fried pork chops become golden, and the bread becomes fluffy...

The fragrant smell of food filled the long and thin kitchen in an instant.

"Mrs. Weasley." Tierra smiled politely, and then said, "Is there anything else you need our help with?"

"Oh...this...this is amazing..." Even Mrs. Weasley had never seen such magic that could ripen all the food in an instant.

"This is what I hope to give you, Mrs. Weasley." Tierra smiled and waved her hand, and the tropical fruit salad that Dumbledore was still stirring slowly was quickly mixed and flew to the dining table.

The hot pea stewed lamb was pulled from the stove and fell to the dining table, followed by roast turkey, fried steak, fried pork chops, bread, potatoes...

"We can't fear black magic just because it's evil... In my opinion, black magic is just an incomplete and undeveloped emerging magic. Compared to abandoning it because of its flaws, I think we are more We should study it, thoroughly understand it, improve it, and promote it.”

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At the same time, when Dumbledore, Tierra and others in the Order of the Phoenix were enjoying a delicious Christmas dinner and a fiery Christmas atmosphere in the old house of the Black family at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Voldemort was After two days of searching along the coastline on the windy Lengyuan, 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 Charm on himself, then flew up, slowly approaching the merchant ship from the sea—

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

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

But because of the danger of Leng Yuan and the mysterious moon beasts, Voldemort dared not sleep, only dared to rely on potions to hang his spirits.

Now that he finally encountered a human sailing ship, Voldemort didn't want to hold on any longer, and was going to fly to the galleon to warm up and have some hot food.

—This is the first time in Voldemort's seventy years of life that he feels emotionally excited about the upcoming hot soup and hot food.

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

Although the bright purple sailboat was far away, this distance was not a problem for Voldemort.

It took only a few minutes for Voldemort to creep onto the ship.

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

It was not meal time, so there was no one in the kitchen. After observing carefully for a while, Voldemort immediately rummaged through the kitchen to find the leftovers in the kitchen, as well as the stored bacon and pickles, and started to feast on them.

The taste of these meats and vegetables was not very good, but they were extremely delicious in the mouth of Voldemort who was hungry at this time.

At this moment, Voldemort could no longer care about his appearance. Anyway, no one saw it now. He took a piece of smoked fish with both hands and put it to his mouth, and began to chew.

From time to time, he took out a piece of pickled cucumber from the pickle jar and chewed it, completely ignoring the musty smell and the salty seafood smell in the air.

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

"Principal Dumbledore?" Mrs. Weasley pulled Dumbledore to the top of the table, and then put a glass of iced honey sherry in his hand, "Please give me a Christmas speech."

"Oh...Okay~lightnovelpub.net~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 have passed another year safely. During this year, no one was injured, no one was killed, and everyone is still alive... "Dumbledore said with a smile, "Of course, thanks to Tierra for bringing new vitality to our magic world."

"Tch—" Alastor Moody purposefully let out a relentless snort.

Tierra smiled and nodded, not caring.

"To life! To vitality! To innovation!" Dumbledore said happily, raising his glass.

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

The fire in the restaurant's stove is getting hotter and hotter, and it's getting warmer and warmer.

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