Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"We are not a place to hide stolen goods!"

Early the next morning, when the sun had just risen, Mrs. Weasley's loud voice spread throughout the entire Order of the Phoenix stronghold.X23US.COM update fastest

"Damn"

"I really like to hear my mother yell at others." Fred said with a satisfied smile while rubbing his eyes.

"It's not bad to change the taste." George took the conversation skillfully.

Since the twin brothers passed the Apparition exam, they have used it everywhere.

For example, they had just been awakened by Mrs. Weasley's loud voice, and fell on Ron's bed with a "slap", awakening their poor brother abruptly.

"Hey! It just fell on me!" Ron groaned in pain.

"Yeah, no way!"

"We just woke up, we may not be aligned."

The twins explained insincerely, and Fred ran over and opened the door an inch or two so that Mrs. Weasley's voice could pass into the room more clearly.

"It's totally irresponsible, as if our troubles are not enough, you have to drag this large pile of stolen crucibles into the house..."

"Which fool is being scolded? How can he let her get angry from her temper?" George shook his head and said, "You must divert her attention as soon as possible, or her anger will grow stronger and stronger, and it will last for hours. Up!"

"Oh, Sirius's mother is screaming again." Fred said with a pat on his forehead.

Indeed, with that piercing scream, Mrs. Weasley's voice was almost completely drowned out, which was terrible.

However, at the same time, there was no sound in the study room where Maca was.

Since the house has been crowded, it has not been quiet anymore.

The reckless Tonks always trips over something, or she trips over something;

Mrs. Weasley is always snarling about all kinds of things, big and small, and can't stop all day;

Laini has her sister staring at her all the time, but her sister who has always been quite doting to her sister is usually not very useful at this time. It is normal for this little girl to run around the house;

Mondungus would bring back a lot of messy things from time to time, and the warehouse in the back room was almost used by him as a dedicated stolen goods warehouse.

Maca doesn't actually hate this kind of environment. If it is a little bit lively, it will always make life more human, provided that it will not disturb his precious sleep time.

So he was used to casting a silence spell on the room before going to bed.

At this moment, the door of the study was slammed open, and a petite figure walked in cautiously.Of course, all this is silent, as if playing a funny pantomime.

Maca was shrinking on the sofa full of books, notes and manuscripts. The gentle and deep breathing, slightly undulating chest, and the tightly closed eyelids proved that he was asleep.

The little figure stood beside Maca, bent over and leaned over, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Maca's forehead.

The visitor is of course the most noisy Lenny on weekdays. A few days ago, she was caught by Maca and bounced her forehead a few times because she stomped Harry out of sight. Now she is obviously here to find her place. .

However, today she rushed over early in the morning excitedly, only to find that she couldn't play even after several poses.

She thought about it, and finally sat down on the ground and pursed her mouth angrily.

"Smelly Maca! Bastard Maca! Big bastard! Today is Leni in a good mood, so I will let you go! If you dare to flick Leni's forehead next time, Leni will really take revenge..."

Anyway, under the effect of the Silence Curse, she wouldn't wake Maca up no matter how arrogant she was. Leni couldn't help but become happier as she scolded, pointing to Maca's nose and laughing.

"...Gluck... Bastard Maca! Get up! Get up to play Leni's forehead! See if Leni will pop your mind."

Swearing, Lenny suddenly realized something was wrong, and her smile froze immediately.

"...Why, when... is there a sound again?"

"Ha" Maca, who was still closing his eyes, yawned suddenly, "Of course I was going to listen to what you are saying..."

"Yeah"

Laini hurriedly jumped up, spread her legs and tried to run, but found that she was already floating in the air.

"What? I want to sleep with Xiaoqi and the others again?" Maca said lazily, squinting his sleepy eyes.

"Don't do it!" Lenny yelled for help, "Lenny shouldn't sleep with Big Spider! Bastard Maca, you devil! Let go of Lenny!"

Maca retracted her wand, and Leni immediately adjusted her landing posture flexibly and stood firmly on the floor.

"It's okay if you don't want to sleep with Xiaoqi and the others. Go to the bookshelf and bring the "Story of Poetry Weng Bidou" over." He waved his hand.

"Do you want to copy books again?" Lenny said with a sad face.

"Don't want to copy?"

Maca glanced at her meaningfully, and Lenny shook her head immediately.

"Copy! Lenny copy! Lenny loves to copy books!" she said, rushing to the bookshelf, "So, don't ask Xiaoqi to come out! Just let them go to sleep! "

"It's the same as last time, pick a favorite story, copy it again and check it out for me!"

After all, Maca stood up and stretched, then walked out of the study.

Behind him, Lenny angrily made a grimace towards Maca’s back, and then reluctantly held the "Story of Poetry Weng and Pedou", pouting and copying it on the coffee table by the sofa. stand up.

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"Good morning, Lena."

After washing up, Maca came to the kitchen, just about to reach out to take the dinner plate brought by Lena, but was avoided by the other party.

"Mr. McLean, you can just sit down. Please let me do these things..." Lena said quietly, "This is what I want to do."

Maca can feel that she really likes doing these ordinary housework, but it's not entirely out of preference.

Needless to say, she must have done this for the noisy sister Laini.

Maca shrugged and sat down at the table honestly, waiting for Lena to bring breakfast to the table.

On the other side of the table, Lu Ping is reading the new issue of the Daily Prophet. Although there has been nothing to read recently, it can also be used to pass the time.

Outside the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley’s screams and Sirius’s mother’s screams continued, making people a little headache.

In such a noisy atmosphere, Maca didn't care after eating breakfast, feeling his chubby belly and planning to go to Sirius for a new mission report.

At this moment Mrs. Weasley seemed to have finished cursing, Sirius also covered the portrait again, and the room finally became a lot quieter.

Then Maca met the twin brothers and Harry three on the stairs on the second floor. They seemed to have just gotten up and Harry was so sleepy that even his eyelids were drooping!

"Good morning, Maca." Hermione said immediately.

"Oh, good morning." Maca smiled. "It's really so lively here every day, isn't it?"

"Sorry, mom always does this" "No no no..."

Ron just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Maca.

"No need to apologize, I think it's better to be lively." He said, "At least it feels like home, and I like it very much."

A few people chatted casually, and then passed by. Maca was about to continue walking towards the study, but heard a depressed murmur behind him.

"... Annoying old prodigal son, leading his little cub to ruin my mistress's house..."

"Oh, my poor mistress, if she knows, if she knows what kind of scum they have put into her house, what will she say to old Kreacher?"

"...Oh, what a shame, mudblood, werewolf, liar and thief, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"

It was an old house elf, except for the dirty rag around his waist, he was almost naked.

His skin was loose and wrinkled, and although his head was bald like all house elves, there was a lot of white hair growing in those two big bat-like ears.

The eyes were bloody, watery and grey, and the fleshy nose was big, almost like a stubborn gray carrot.

The elf seemed to just pass downstairs, not paying attention to the other people coming down the stairs.

As if he couldn't see them, he arched his back and shuffled his feet, walking slowly and step by step towards the other side of the corridor, while muttering softly in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"Good morning, Kreacher." Fred greeted him in a louder voice than usual, obviously expressing his dissatisfaction.

The house elf froze immediately, and no longer chanted words, but made a very obvious but suspiciously surprised appearance.

"Kreacher hadn't seen the young master just now." He turned and bowed to Fred.

But his face was still facing the carpet, and he said in a voice that was completely audible to others: "Oh, it's the nasty boy of the old prodigal."

"Sorry?" George said. "I didn't hear the last sentence."

"Kreacher said nothing," the elf bowed to George again, and then said in a soft but clear voice, "These are his twin brothers, a pair of weird little wild cubs."

The elf straightened up and looked at them all with vicious eyes, apparently believing that none of them could hear him, because he continued to talk.

"And that Mudblood, standing there carelessly and unscrupulously, if my mistress knew it"

"Kreacher!" Maca poked her head out upstairs and waved to him, "It just so happens that you go and help me put the latest mission report in Sirius's room into the study."

"Oh, honorable Mr. McLean..."

Kreacher recognized Maca's voice immediately, and he bowed deeply, his body was ridiculously low, his big nose almost flattened on the carpet.

"...Yes, old Kreacher is willing to help you." He said respectfully, and immediately disappeared in place.)!!