Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 646 Voldemort's Christmas Delicacies

In the end, Mrs. Weasley couldn't persuade Dumbledore otherwise and let him cut a tropical fruit salad in half.

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

Tiera cut off a piece of the large chunk of cured meat she had brought, chopped it into small pieces, blanched it in water, then mixed it with the mixed Shatak bird eggs, added water and stirred well. She steamed it together for ten minutes, sprinkled it with chopped onions after steaming, and drizzled it with hot vegetable oil. A large bowl of Shatak bird egg custard was ready.

The moment the oil was poured over the pan, a strange and enticing aroma filled the entire kitchen, causing everyone to stop what they were doing.

After doing all this, Tiera cast a heat-preserving spell on the steamed egg custard, then cut a third of the remaining cured meat into the pot and continued steaming until the meat was tender. Tiera then took the meat out of the pot, chopped it into pieces and strips while it was still hot with her merciless iron hand, and then reached out and disappeared into the void, pulling a handful of fresh watercress stalks from a field in Nanchang, China, thousands of miles away. After washing and cutting them into sections, she poured in lard, heated it to 60% of its maximum temperature, added the cured meat, stir-fried it a few times, then added the watercress, watercress roots, onions, and fresh red chili flakes, and stir-fried it. Next, she added salt, continued to stir-fry for one minute, poured in water, simmered for two minutes, and waited for the water to evaporate. She then placed it on a plate, cast a heat-preserving spell on it, and served it on the table.

"Stir-fried water chestnuts with cured pork." After seeing the dish Tierra had prepared, Dumbledore picked up a handful of water chestnuts and cured pork with his knife and fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a few times with relish. "Mmm! It still tastes the same. I haven't had this taste in fifty years, have I? Yes, I haven't had this taste in over fifty years. It's so delicious!"

"It smells good. Wash your hands and we can start eating now," Tierra said with a smile.

"Ready to begin?" Mrs. Weasley asked doubtfully. "My stew and roast beef are still a long way from being ready."

“It’s not difficult,” Tiera said, rolling her right eye.

A subtle shift in time gradually occurred on the stove and in the oven.

The raw, tender lamb, still bloody, gradually turned grayish-white; the turkey in the oven developed a crispy, golden-brown skin; the steak frying in the pan turned a light grayish-brown; the potatoes boiling in the pot became soft and mushy; the pork chops turned golden brown; and the bread became fluffy.
The aroma of food instantly filled the long, narrow kitchen.

“Mrs. Weasley,” Tierra said with a polite smile, “is there anything else you'd like us to help you with?”

"Oh, this is amazing." Even Mrs. Weasley had never seen such magic that could instantly ripen all food.

“This is what I hope to give you, Mrs. Weasley.” Tierra smiled and waved, and the tropical fruit salad that Dumbledore was still slowly stirring was quickly mixed and flown onto the table.

The piping hot lamb stew with peas was lifted from the stove and placed on the table, followed by roast turkey, pan-fried steak, pan-fried pork chops, bread, and potatoes.
“We should not fear black magic just because it is evil. In my opinion, black magic is just an incomplete and underdeveloped new form of magic. Rather than abandoning it because of its flaws, I think we should study it, understand it thoroughly, improve it, and then promote it.”

Meanwhile, while Dumbledore, Tyrell, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were enjoying a delicious Christmas dinner and the festive atmosphere at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the Black family's old mansion, Voldemort had been searching along the coastline for two days in the cold, windswept plains. Finally, on the morning of the third day, he saw a large ship painted bright purple slowly approaching him.

The moment Voldemort saw that bright purple sailing ship, he knew that his efforts over the past few days had not been in vain.

Voldemort cast an Illusion Charm on himself, then took to the air and slowly approached the merchant ship from the sea—

Despite having prepared a large quantity of potions in the past few days, Voldemort was now cold, hungry, and exhausted.

Although this is a dream world, Voldemort entered it in his physical body, so he also needs to sleep.

However, due to the dangers of the Cold Plains and the elusive Moon Beasts, Voldemort dared not sleep, relying only on potions to keep himself awake. Now that he had finally encountered a human sailing ship, Voldemort no longer wanted to force himself to stay awake and prepared to fly aboard to warm himself by the fire and have some hot food.

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

Even when he was in the orphanage, he was never short of food or clothing. Voldemort had never experienced such cold and hunger.

Although the bright purple sailboat was quite far away, that distance was no problem for Voldemort.

In just a few minutes, Voldemort had quietly climbed onto the ship.

However, Voldemort did not appear openly in front of the crew and sailors. After flying onto the deck, he landed lightly and continued to use the Disillusionment Charm to conceal his presence, quietly making his way to the location of the merchant ship's kitchen.

It wasn't mealtime, so there was no one in the kitchen. After observing carefully for a while, Voldemort immediately rummaged through the kitchen cabinets and found leftover food, as well as stored pickled meat and vegetables, and began to feast on them.

The meat and vegetables didn't taste very good, but they were incredibly delicious to the ravenous Voldemort.

Voldemort no longer cared about his image; since no one was watching anyway, he picked up a piece of smoked fish with both hands and started gnawing on it.

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

After Tyra used time magic to speed up the cooking time of the dishes, Mrs. Weasley fried a few more fish fillets before everyone finally sat down at the table to begin their meal.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Mrs. Weasley led Dumbledore to the head of the table and placed a glass of chilled honey sherry in his hand. "Please give your Christmas speech."

“Oh, alright, Jasmine.” Dumbledore stood up with a smile, raising his honey sherry.

“I am very pleased that we have safely passed another year after Voldemort’s resurrection and the rise of the Death Eaters. No one has been injured or killed in this year, and everyone is still alive and well,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “Of course, we also thank Tyella for bringing new vitality to our wizarding world.”

"Hiss—" Alastormudi deliberately let out a disgruntled hiss.

Tiera smiled and nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

"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's fireplace burned brighter and brighter, and became warmer and warmer.

(End of this chapter)