Everyone was a little surprised when Dumbledore appeared at Weasley Manor, his hair and beard snowy white and a gentle smile on his face.
"Professor Dumbledore, what brings you here?" Mrs. Weasley hurried to her feet. "I haven't prepared anything..."
"No, no, no, I think you've prepared more than enough." Dumbledore smiled at the table laden with food. "Of course, a few more desserts would make it even better."
"That's certainly no problem. Mido?" Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.
For the past two days, the food at Weasley Manor had all been prepared by the house-elf Mido.
Although Mido was a novice house-elf, Mido's cooking was quite good, and Dobby was there to help.
Dobby had, after all, come from the Malfoy family, one of the very top families in the Wizarding World of United Kingdom.
"Professor." Harry and the others were also a little surprised by Dumbledore's visit, and stood to greet him.
"Hello, hello, everyone. No need to be so formal, no need. We're not at school." Smiling, Dumbledore came over and sat beside Harry.
"Harry, are you enjoying your holiday?"
"It's been pretty good, Professor," Harry replied with a grin and a nod. But looking at Dumbledore, Harry couldn't help remembering what Lockhart had told him.
"Dumbledore hoped I could teach you just how terrible it is when your abilities don't live up to your fame."
Well, Harry had to admit that Dumbledore had gone to considerable trouble for him. Before that, Harry really had been somewhat caught up in the hollow fame of being the Boy Who Lived.
And Lockhart's abysmal performance over the course of a school year had indeed made him realize how bad that situation was.
Dinner was lavish, and everyone enjoyed the meal.
During dinner, Dumbledore told several jokes so corny