No matter how enjoyable your stay at Hogwarts is, the feeling of coming home is irreplaceable. The crumbling silhouette of the Burrow, the chimneys that tuck crookedly into the cracks of the roof like straws, the fading and paint facades of the wind and sun, the rain shelters covered with insect eyes, the broken flower pots discarded at the door, the open galoshes and rusty carts, and the fat chickens strolling in the yard as if no one was around...... Compared to when he left, nothing seemed to have changed, which made Ron feel a deep sense of "finally back".

- Yes, nothing has changed, if you ignore the automated tomato farm, which is beyond common sense in every sense. What do you mean by "Isn't that supposed to be ordinary for wizards"? Listen, you're typical Muggle thinking, and magic isn't everything...... Well, it's omnipotent, but it's not so omnipotent!

"Look, how good they look." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the tomato men who were stretching, and said with some pride, "You can't find a better tomato orchard in England than ours."

She wasn't without fear at first that these strange plants would creep in through the cracks in the windows at night and strangle the whole family, but by now, Mrs. Weasley had become accustomed to their presence. These "self-sufficient" tomatoes allow her to spend time tending to the garden, cooking, laundry, housekeeping, and other chores, and their impressive yields have helped to improve the Weasleys' Engel coefficient, which has always been a source of discouragement.

The only regret was that Neil's business license was limited to Hogwarts, so Mrs. Weasley didn't get merchandise, but gifts from her son's friends - the limit of what the Ministry of Magic could tolerate for exploitation, and no matter how much she liked this new agricultural technology, she couldn't recommend it to her neighbors.

Percy, Fred, George, and Ron all looked at their "new" backyard with awe-struck expressions - you might think they'd get used to something like that after spending most of the semester at Hogwarts and the mandrakes in the greenhouse, the opposite was true. The big turnips that can walk can't stop even the trolls, and only those who know this won't be deceived by their humble appearance, and the same goes for the tomato vines.

Ginny couldn't help but tug at Ron's sleeve from behind, "I hope you enjoy borscht – we've been eating it almost half the day since the bumper harvest of these tomatoes." And a salad with a lot of tomatoes and two slices of bread with nothing but ketchup in between......

Her aggrieved look made the three brothers laugh out loud, and after laughing, they suddenly realized that they were about to live like that kind of life, and the corners of their grinning mouths twisted strangely on their faces.

Percy didn't smile, he frowned and sniffled.

"Mention borscht...... What does it smell like?" He said, "Are you cooking something, Mom?"

Mrs. Weasley's face changed, she could smell the stewed food wafting from the house, and for a moment she thought she had forgotten to turn off the stove and went to the train station to pick up someone. But no, if that were the case, the house would have been lost for a long time.

"Maybe Daddy is back?" Fred whispered.

"If he can learn to cook himself, I'll be the Queen of Magic - wait here, I'll see."

Mrs. Weasley walked briskly through the garden to the back door, the tomato vines on either side of her automatically making way as she passed. She put her hand on the spherical doorknob, tilted her ear inside, and pushed the door open when she saw no unusual movement.

The back door led to the kitchen, and as soon as the door opened, she saw Mr. Weasley sitting in the dining room, taking off his coat and changing into his home clothes, reading what looked like a manual, apparently having been back for some time. There was a cauldron on each of the two stoves, and the food in it was bubbling and exuding a burst of aroma, while in the kitchen was a young man he didn't know.

"Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley, somewhat confused by the scene, called out to her husband, who was startled and snapped shut like a thief

Booklet in hand.

"Molly?"

Realizing that it was his wife, Mr. Weasley's breathing slowed a little, and the smile returned to his face.

"Ah, you're finally back! What about the children?"

"Outside." Mrs. Weasley peeked at Neil's back with a little wariness and lowered her voice and asked, "What's going on?" You said you'd pick someone up today—and who is he?"

"That's who I'm going to pick up." Mr. Weasley smiled and pointed at Neil, while holding the pamphlet with his other arm without a trace, and quietly tossed it under the table when Mrs. Weasley turned around, tucked between his legs, and finally his upper body moved forward, and the hiding was perfectly complete.

"Ah, yes, you don't know him yet! Molly, this is Neil - have an impression of the name, right? He's going to the Ministry of Magic in a few days to be summoned, and Dumbledore asked me to give him a ride."

Mrs. Weasley let out a soft "ahhh

Neil, who was cooking fish soup, actually heard the movement when she opened the door, just to keep himself from looking too different, and had been waiting for the right time to turn back. Hearing the topic turn to him, he turned around at the right time and looked in the direction of the dining room as if he had just heard the voice.

"Ah, you must be Mrs. Weasley, what an honor...... With all due respect, you look even more radiant than in the photographs."

Mrs. Weasley, who was fat, chuckled and accepted the compliment with the strange mentality peculiar to women, knowing that the other person was talking nonsense with their eyes open, but still very useful: "What a sweet mouth! It's a pleasure to meet you, Neil, Ron often mentions you in his letters, and—"

She blinked.

"Our whole family is grateful to you, really...... Has Arthur shown you our tomato orchard?"

"Our tomatoes are boiling in the pot." Mr. Weasley said with a smile that he had taken advantage of the fact that he had moved the pamphlet into his trouser pocket, and that he was now completely at ease.

"Speaking of which." Mrs. Weasley glanced at her husband, and the smile on her face faded considerably, "But you, Arthur, how can you let the guests go to the kitchen and sit and enjoy themselves?" Let me come, boy, Ron and they're outside, you can go and talk to them for a while before dinner, don't be inhibited, it's like you're in your own home."

Neil owed, but didn't put down the spoon in his hand.

"Thank you very much, ma'am. But don't blame Mr. Weasley, it's entirely my personal interest to do this—in fact, he said the same thing to me just now, telling me not to be inhibited and to make this my home...... What is this called? Husband and wife are of the same heart? Husband and wife? I don't know how to describe this tacit understanding in English, but it's enviable, right?"

He turned his back suddenly, sprinkled a handful of chopped herbs into the pot, and then went back to talk casually.

"I'm grateful for your kindness, so let's think this is a way for me to show my gratitude, okay? Let me entertain you with a taste of home. Don't worry, I've been learning to take care of my master's daily life since I was five years old, that old ...... My predecessor was not an ordinary picky mouth, and I was able to "spice" him in the rice without being discovered, but I put a lot of effort into the craft of cooking."

Neil is not exaggerating, if he wants to show his gratitude with this meal, then the sincerity contained in this gratitude must be sufficient. When he and Mr. Weasley returned to the Burrow via Floo Powder, Ron's train had just left Hogwarts, and preparations for the dinner had been going on for hours and hours since then.

The village of Autri St. Cachpol is a small mountain village with beautiful natural scenery and a natural hunting ground that has not yet been over-touched by capitalism. The woods along the hills are home to numerous pheasants and hares, and fish can be found in the creek that surrounds the village.

Neil didn't really know much about the laws and regulations of fishing and hunting in the UK, but after asking Mr. Weasley and getting assurances that "we wizards don't care about this", he was relieved to start poaching. middle

The poachers and guards who fought you to death for a deer in the noble hunting grounds, if they saw this, they would probably be angry to death.

Surprisingly, Matt is interested in his new job of fishing, being able to be both a fisherman and a rod on his own. No one could have imagined how it had lured the hook, but by the time Neil slipped silently through the back door back to the Burrow with two rabbits, it was already waiting in the kitchen with his bucket full of harvest.

The main course will be steamed sea bass. But for freshwater fish, freshness is the best seasoning, so Neil plans to save the dish for the end, letting the fish that is unaware of the dying date sit in the bucket for a while. The fish soup made of trash fish is served in the pot early, and the worse this thing rolls, the better.

Compared to the sea bass, the two hares ended the rest of their lives cleanly. Neil has long been familiar with the method of handling this small prey, and without the use of magic, he can easily tear off the entire skin along the oil film by simply twisting the rabbit's head after cutting the throat and bleeding. The uneasy offal was thrown directly into the vegetable garden, and the originally peaceful farm exploded in an instant, like a live sheep being driven into a small river full of piranhas. Countless vines surrounded them from all sides as if they were crazy, and in the blink of an eye they ate everything so completely that there was not even a drop of blood left on the ground.

The lack of spices was a serious problem, so he had to pour in all the spicy stuff he found in the Weasley's kitchen and do his best to restore the flavor - the convenience of magic was there, and even the latest range hoods that Muggles were proud of couldn't beat the smoke that came from frying them, but Mr. Weasley solved the problem with a flick of his wand.

Neil wasn't sure if the tongue of the English could accept the strong pungent taste, but the true people of England would not frown even when faced with a mountain of boiled potatoes in large pots, and the wizards were the best of them - they could even eat the Bibi Duowei bean, a food that was purely invented for their own use.

Mr. Weasley was delighted, he had just wanted to introduce the guests to his proud Muggle collection, but Neil found a rice cooker that hadn't been scrapped (it looked like it was made in Japan, and God knows what kind of long journey it took to end up in a private collection of British wizards). After getting a general idea of what he thought was a perm for, he and Neil rushed to the Muggle Quarters grocery store to get a bag of rice to see how it worked.

Neil vaguely remembered that someone had mentioned to him that Japanese electrical appliances were troublesome to use abroad due to the different standards of civilian voltage, but these were not a big problem in the face of magic, and after a few trials, Mr. Weasley was ecstatic to finally succeed in getting it to move—without even plugging it in.

Alfred Bernhard Nobel succeeded in trying out safety explosives, and the moment when he rushed out of his laboratory and shouted long live in blood amid the roar of the explosion, he was not necessarily happier than he was at this time.

The side dishes were simple, and after a full meal of rabbit in the water, the garden was quiet again, and Neil picked out the tomatoes for the salad without any hindrance—the horrible size made him worry for a while, thinking that it would be difficult for the vegetables to grow so large to maintain a sweet taste, but after trying it, he found that the taste was surprisingly good.

He was also surprised by the fact that there were other vegetables growing among the tomato vines that shaded the sky. It seems that these guys are really "managing" the farmland, and even know how to limit their own growth to ensure that other plants get enough nutrients.

On the other hand, there are no signs of alienation of any plant in the garden, except for tomatoes, which indicates that, unlike general nutrition, they have a policy of taking everything to order for the special fertilizer that Neil has brought with them. If he had the time to specialize in the behaviour of these tomatoes, Professor Sprout would be intrigued, and might be willing to pay a generous sum for it.......

But for now, let's make it too late

Let's start the feast.