Your heart swells as you stand in front of the place where you grew up -- the house that looks like a rook chess piece near Ottery St. Catchpole. You long to see your father again and catch up on all the latest real news in The Quibbler. The only thing you absolutely DO NOT want? Your father's tea.
After a warm welcome -- well, warm by Lovegood standards anyway -- your father does exactly what you feared.
"How about some tea, right off the kettle?"
"Oh, I'll have some!" Goyle exclaims. Suddenly, you're not so upset about the tea anymore.
"I'll be right out with it," Xenophilius says, sauntering out. On his way, he says, "Feel free to look around at some of our collectibles. Look at that horn from a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Isn't it nice? Don't be afraid to touch it!"
"Eh," Harry mutters. "I don't think we should. It's not, err umm, polite."
Your father comes back with the tea. To your dismay, there's a cup for each of you. Harry and Goyle practically choke as they try and sip it down, while you secretly empty it out below the table without anyone noticing.
"That's worse than living death!" Harry whispers to you. "If anyone could duplicate this awful tea in potions, they'd deserve two helpings of Felix Felicis."
You hang your head down, embarrassed. You need to change the subject. "So father," you say, "we're here to learn about the Hallows. Don't you know something about them?"
"Oh yes, I do!" your father exclaims, smiling gleefully. You think he's the greatest father in the world, but you can sense the others think he's strange. "We can go about this two ways. I can give you my Tales of Beedle the Bard to read or we can try this new kind of experimental magic I've discovered to fully immerse ourselves in the story!"
A.) Grab the Tales of Beedle the Bard to read yourselves?
B.) Try Xenophilius Lovegood's experimental magic way?