Good, Good

Ron Weasley personally carried a plate of steak over to a table.

Even as the owner of numerous Weasley restaurants, he still preferred to stay in London and lead by example in serving the customers.

When he returned to the kitchen, his assistant handed him a letter.

Ron took it, glanced over it, and smiled.

"Harry? If he wants to come, let him come. It's not like I'm going to kick him out... wait."

When he saw the name listed later in the invitation, his smile instantly froze.

"From now on, the restaurant will not receive any new customers. Once all current customers have been served, close up!"

His assistant's mouth fell open in shock.

As a world-famous restaurant, the place had always been packed with a steady stream of customers.

It was nearly lunchtime. Closing now would mean losing an entire day's revenue, wouldn't it?

"And prepare the best ingredients for me. I'm cooking personally."

The assistant promptly shut his mouth and hurried off to relay the orders.

The last time the boss had been this serious was... the last time...

Ron kept taking deep breaths nervously before shoving the head chef aside with one hand.

"Alright, everyone, you're getting an unexpected day off today. Once you finish the orders in your hands, you can leave!"

Cheers rose one after another throughout the kitchen.

Ron rubbed his hands together and carefully assessed the ingredients before him.

"What should I make... Beef Wellington would be good. She ate quite a lot of it in France last time. Then there's Blast-Ended Skrewt braised in red wine. Though Blast-Ended Skrewts left us with some rather unpleasant memories, their meat is quite well cultivated now... And of course, we can't forget a whole big jug of Pumpkin Juice!"

Ron muttered to himself in