Harry Potter and the Old Ones

It's like waking up from a big dream.

Harry and Hermione, who were sitting at the door of the cafe, suddenly came back to their senses and looked around blankly.

Harry lowered his head slightly. On the middle finger of his right hand, a ring was placed just right.

"Hermione, mention..." Harry raised his head and wanted to ask something.

"Shh!" But was interrupted by Hermione.

"Didn't he say, don't disturb him if you have nothing to do? Don't distract him!" Hermione said.

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

Harry gently blew the hot air on the surface of the coffee to avoid burning his mouth directly.

Hermione took out a travel guide from her bag that seemed to have been read many times, and her eyes scanned the words on the pages intently.

"Alas" Hermione sighed suddenly as she looked at the book.

"Stop pretending, you haven't seen it at all." Harry had already finished the coffee in his hand and even the dessert on the plate. He looked at the passers-by, and finally looked at Hermione, and found that She asked without turning the page at all.

"Yes." Hermione simply slapped the book in her hand on the coffee table.

"It's so abominable to mention him, you're half-said!" Hermione picked up her coffee fiercely, blew on it, and then drank it down. "It just happens that she likes to play riddles, but she just doesn't tell us the whole plan, so she insists on letting us do it. Go guess it and make us fool around in the end.”

"What should we do?" Harry asked. "He won't tell us anything."

"What should we do?" Hermione glared at Harry because she was feeling depressed, "What else can we do? Just do what he said. Can we still refuse?"

"Oh okay." Harry said.

"Waiter!" Hermione waved, "More coffee!"

The coffee in this coffee shop can be refilled wirelessly.

The Weasleys finally finished their visit to their distant relative in time for dinner.

It can be inferred from Mr. Weasley's lost expression and the fact that they did not stay there for dinner that Mr. Weasley failed very much in persuading their distant relative——

It can even be said to be tragic.

But Ron and Weasley were not at all sad about their parents' rejection, and even felt a little gloating about their misfortune.

The Weasleys met with Harry and Hermione at a restaurant that processed fresh ingredients and had dinner there.

Harry, Hermione and the Weasley family members sat around a large round table.

Ron and Weasley each chose their favorite dishes.

"You should really see the look on Dad's face," George said first, breaking the pre-dinner bread on their table while waiting for the ingredients they bought in the morning to be processed, "when that guy's name is... ? Oh, yes, Dragos, when Dragos Weasley heard Tiera's name, he immediately started chasing people away. Dad's face looked like he had eaten a whole lemon. "

"Yes, and he tried to use various excuses to continue to persuade Dragos, hoping to gain a glimmer of hope." Fred then added, his eyes narrowed with laughter, "In the end, they just said, 'Mr. Weasley, I'm ashamed to share your last name, you actually took refuge in that devil!'"

"'You have discredited this glorious family name! Traitor!'" Ron added: "Yes, Dad's steps were several times heavier when he returned, poor Dad."

Harry and Hermione felt that it was not very polite to laugh after hearing this description, but they still

Still pursed his lips and chuckled.

Hermione shook her head slightly, "If you hadn't told it so vividly, I couldn't believe Mr. Weasley would have that expression."

"Poor Mr. Weasley," Harry sighed.

Fortunately, this round table is too big, and they sit far enough away from Mr. Weasley, otherwise Mr. Weasley, who is sitting here, would be furious if he heard this.

Mr. Weasley was now pale and his eyes were lost. He tapped his fingers on the table from time to time, obviously very worried.

"Oh Arthur, don't be too hard on yourself." Mrs. Weasley comforted in a low voice, her voice always so gentle and powerful, "We all know you tried your best. Dragos's reaction may be extreme, but It's not your fault."

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

"Oh, Hermione, that's just our daily routine." While Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were whispering, George also joked, "If you were with us every day, there would be so many such things. I can write a book. Dad often hits a wall at work, but it doesn’t matter. He will be full of energy the next day.”

"This can be regarded as Mr. Weasley's advantage." Hermione did not dare to elaborate on Mr. Weasley, so she could only say it calmly.

As everyone chatted, the delicacies delivered by the restaurant were served to the table one after another.

The first thing that was served was Spanish paella - fragrant saffron rice mixed with freshly caught shrimps, clams and fish fillets, surrounded by green beans and lemon slices, and even the rice grains were covered with crushed green herbs. , all mixed together, it is not only pleasing to the eye, but also coveted.

Next is the sliced ​​Spanish ham, each slice is as thin as an icicle, scarlet and transparent, giving off an alluring luster under the light. The flavor of ham is rich and multi-layered, with a strong salty aroma and a slight sweetness. The delicate meat melts in the mouth almost instantly.

This was followed by a pair of beautifully plated Spanish egg rolls - tortillas.

The omelette is stuffed with mashed potatoes and onions, and is slightly crispy on the outside and soft and juicy on the inside. You can feel the plumpness of potatoes and the subtle spiciness of onions in every bite. Paired with a small dish of homemade tomato sauce, the taste is even richer.

As for dessert, it is the most classic Spanish pudding-Frana. The surface of this Spanish-style caramel cream pudding is caramel color, showing a beautiful amber color. With a gentle spoonful, the cream pudding underneath is soft and delicate, sweet but not greasy. Every bite is a supreme enjoyment for the taste buds.

The delicious food slightly diluted Mr. Weasley's troubles, and the atmosphere at the table gradually became more lively——

At least Mr. Weasley didn't look so depressed anymore.