An:There 90 chapters on monday I have a math test so there's a pretty big possibility that I will not upload till Monday so that's that anyhow I hope that you guys appreciate that I took two hours of my life to translate this so please give me power stone leave reviews or comments it genuinely motivates me to know that actual people actually read what I'm writing here is the chapter
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Molly had really studied Chinese recipes, just as Arthur had described in his letter.
However, the vague instructions like "a little" or "as needed" gave Molly some trouble.
Luckily, the dishes tasted excellent. After all, Molly was a professional homemaker with twenty years of experience, and her skills were solid.
Still, Rick felt that Molly's Chinese dishes were a bit different from Momo's.
The red-haired kids were all satisfied with their mother's new dishes.
Fred: "The new dishes today are really great. If we could eat like this every day…"
George: "We'd be willing to reduce our pranks on Ron by 10%!"
Ron: "Thanks, guys," he said. "But Mom's food really is delicious today."
Percy: "Didn't you see Mom worked two days straight to prepare this? If she cooked every day, she'd be exhausted!"
Bill: "…Delicious."
Ginny: "Big brother is right, but what's that? Brain? Pranks…"
In short, the first trial of Chinese cuisine won unanimous praise. After everyone finished, Molly happily cleaned up the kitchen.
Taking advantage of the moment, Arthur quietly approached Audrey.
"Audrey, I made a few modifications to the tank, but there are still many things I don't understand. Can you explain them to me?"
"Of course!" Audrey readily agreed. But Rick's eyes widened.
"Tank? Did I hear that right? Mr. Weasley said… tank, Audrey!"
Audrey smiled: "A tank costs only a few million dollars. Brother, if you want one, I can sell it to you!"
This wasn't about being able to afford it at all.
"Mr. Weasley…"
"You can just call me Arthur."
"Alright, Arthur," Audrey waved her hand. "Let's get in the tank. I'll show you how it works!"
At the mention of the tank, the whole house flocked outside. Even little Ginny couldn't be left out—this so-called "tank" had been sitting there for a while, and her father had never let her on it. Her curiosity was ready to explode.
Normally, a T-80 tank has three crew members: commander, gunner, and driver.
Squeezing nine people inside would normally be miserable.
But this was the wizarding world.
With an Inconspicuous Expansion Charm, Arthur expanded the tank's interior to a space big enough for a party.
Audrey naturally took the driver's seat. She had been practicing tank driving (for fun) for ten weeks—plenty of time to get skilled.
As the tank rolled out of the garage, everyone was thrilled—especially Rick. This was the so-called king of land warfare!
Audrey noticed two new buttons next to the control panel.
"Arthur, did you install these?"
"Yes," Arthur said excitedly. He had previously tried to drive the tank using the magic-car method, but it was too heavy—both flying and rolling were painfully slow. Now that it moved smoothly, he couldn't contain his excitement.
"The red one is for invisibility, and the blue one is for flying. But this thing is heavy—flying more than thirty feet is its limit."
Audrey nodded and pressed the red button.
From the outside, the tank seemed to disappear, though deep tread marks still revealed its path.
Keeping away from the village, Audrey asked, "Where are we going?"
Arthur thought for a moment. "Let's go to Mr. Lovegood's house. He's the editor of Singing Against the Current."
After a short drive, Arthur asked, "Audrey, what are the steel-pipe stubs on this tank for?"
"That's the turret!" Rick quickly answered, still a boy under thirty, excited. "That long tube is the cannon barrel, used to fire shells!"
"Shells?" Arthur was baffled. Not just him—the Weasley kids, except Bill, were also confused.
"Talking isn't enough. Let's try it ourselves."
Audrey smiled and stopped the tank in a mountain valley, safe from Muggle eyes. She took the gunner's seat, loaded, aimed, and fired!
A shell shot from the 125mm cannon, a streak of light striking a mountainside.
"Boom!"
Dust flew, two giant trees crashed down, and a huge crater appeared!
The Weasleys, watching on the monitor, were speechless.
Bill knew what tanks could do—he had seen Egyptian Muggle army exercises—but those were without live ammunition. Nothing compared to this sight.
At that moment, the Weasleys, already fond of Muggles, were further convinced that Muggles and wizards should coexist peacefully.
"Audrey," stammered Arthur, "tanks like this must be rare in the Muggle world, right?"
"No," Audrey replied. "There are over twelve hundred tanks in the UK—not rare at all."
Arthur was stunned, as were the wizards present.
Remember, there were only three thousand registered wizards in Britain, fewer than a thousand with combat capability.
Don't underestimate Lucius Malfoy—he would rank in the top one hundred of Britain.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two giant boulders fell from above, landing in front of the tank and kicking up clouds of soil.
"Ah—!" Ginny screamed.
Audrey quickly jumped back into the driver's seat and reversed. Sure enough, two more boulders smashed where the tank had been.
"There!" Ron shouted, pointing to the left observation port.
On the hill stood two enormous figures: mountain giants.
These weren't the same one Audrey had knocked out at Halloween. These two were taller, more muscular, and clad in metallic armor, with striped red glows flickering as if breathing.
"Damn, goblin metal collars!" Audrey muttered.
A hundred years ago, goblins used metal collars to control giants and dragons. These two were clearly controlled.
Now, with no more boulders to throw, the giants picked up clubs and stomped forward.
"George! You're gunner—use that pedal to rotate the turret!"
"Fred! Observe and aim!"
"Arthur, Bill, open the top hatch and use magic to slow them down!"
Audrey reversed quickly, turret turning under George's control, Fred using the fire-control system to aim.
The Weasley twins' ability to quickly adapt to new devices was remarkable.
"Damn! The barrel is too high, auto-loader can't fit the shell!" Audrey complained as she backed up.
"George! Lower the barrel!"
"But then we can't hit them!"
"Do as I say! Lower it!" Audrey shouted. She pressed Arthur's blue flying button as George and Fred leveled the barrel.
The tank lifted into the air, and George and Fred cheered.
"Good! Almost there!"
Two seconds later: "Now!"
Arthur and Bill delayed the giants with obstacles, making them appear like stationary targets.
"Boom!"
A shell struck a giant's chest perfectly.
The twin gunners had performed admirably—their half-year practice paid off.
When the smoke and blood cleared, the giant's upper body was gone, its lower body wobbling before collapsing down the hill.
"Woohoo!!"
The twins high-fived.
"Ron! See? This beats wands any day!"
Ron grabbed George's sleeve: "George! Let me try! I want to shoot too!"
Rick looked at Audrey. Though terrified of giants, he now felt a strange thrill.
Indeed, all fear comes from insufficient firepower—sitting in the tank, he just wanted to fire once.
"Audrey, can I try too?"
But Audrey brought the tank down and left the driver's seat, heading to the exit.
"No more firing," her expression darkened. "If we kill this giant too, we'll lose the trail to whoever's controlling them. I want to capture it alive!"