Chapter 287

"We're not a place to hide stolen goods!"

Early the next morning, the sun had just risen, and Mrs. Weasley's loud voice spread all over the Phoenix stronghold.

"Oh --"

"I really like to hear my mother yell at others," Fred said with a satisfied smile as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's not bad for a change," George took over skillfully.

Since the twin brothers passed the phantom shift test, they use it everywhere.

Now, for example, as soon as they were awakened by Mrs. Weasley's loud voice, they fell on Ron's bed and woke up their poor brother.

"Hey! It just landed on me!" Ron groaned bitterly.

"Yes, I can't help it!"

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

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

"... it's completely irresponsible. It's as if we don't have enough troubles here. You have to drag such a pile of stolen crucibles into the house..."

"Which fool is being scolded? How can he make his mother angry?" George shook his head. "We must divert her attention as soon as possible, or she will be angry for hours and hours!"

"Oh, Sirius's mother is screaming again." Fred slapped his forehead.

Indeed, with the shrill cry, Mrs. Weasley's voice was almost completely drowned - it was terrible.

However, at the same time, there was no sound in Maka's study.

The house has never been quiet since it was crowded.

A rash Tonks will always trip over something, or she will trip over something;

Mrs. Weasley always roared at all kinds of things, big and small, and couldn't stop all day;

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

Mundungus would bring back a lot of messy things from time to time, and the warehouse in the back room was almost regarded by him as a special warehouse for stolen goods.

In fact, Maka doesn't hate this kind of environment. If it's more lively, it will always make life more human - on the premise that it won't disturb his precious sleep time.

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

Just then, the door of the study was suddenly opened, and a petite figure came in carefully. Of course, all this is silent, as if in a funny mime.

Maka was huddled on the sofa full of books, notes and manuscript paper. His gentle and deep breathing, slightly undulating chest and closed eyelids proved that he was sleeping.

The little figure stood beside Maka, bent over, and then reached out and bent his fingers at Maka's forehead.

Of course, the visitor is the most noisy Lenny in ordinary days. A few days ago, she was caught by Marca and bounced her forehead several times because she stepped on Harry. Now she obviously wants to find the field.

However, today, she ran over early in the morning, only to find that she couldn't play for several postures.

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

"Smelly Maka! Bastard Maka! Big villain! Today is Lenny. She's in a good mood. I'll let you go once! If you dare to play Lenny's forehead again next time, Lenny will really take revenge..."

Under the effect of silent curse, how she scolds and how arrogant she is won't wake Maka up. Lenny can't help but scold more and happier, pointing to Maka's nose and laughing.

"... giggle... Bastard Maka! Get up! Get up and play Lenny's head! See if Lenny will pop your brain -"

Scolding and scolding, Lenny suddenly found something wrong, and her smile immediately froze.

"... what, when... There's a sound again?"

"Ha -" Marca, who still closed her eyes, suddenly yawned, "of course, it started when I was going to listen to what you were saying..."

"Ah --"

Lenny jumped up quickly and tried to run, but she found herself floating in the air.

"Why? I want to sleep with Xiao Qi again?" Marca said lazily with her sleepy eyes narrowed.

"No!" Lenny shouted for help. "Lenny doesn't want to sleep with the big spider! Bastard Maka, you devil! Let go of Lenny!"

Maka took back her wand, and Lenny immediately flexibly adjusted her landing posture and stood firmly on the floor.

"If you don't want to sleep with Xiao Qi, you can go to the bookshelf and bring the collection of stories of Shi Weng and Bi Dou." he waved his hand.

"Copy books again?" Lenny said with a sad face.

"Don't you want to copy?"

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

"Copy! Lenny copy! Lenny likes to copy books best!" she said, running hurriedly to the bookshelf. "So don't ask Xiao Qi to come out! Let them go on sleeping!"

"Just like last time, pick a favorite story and copy it again - check it for me after copying!"

After that, Maka stood up and stretched, and then went out of the study.

Behind him, Lenny angrily made a face at Maka's back, then reluctantly held the collection of stories of shiweng and Bitou, pursed her lips and copied it on the tea table by the sofa.

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"Good morning, Lena."

After washing, Maka came to the kitchen. She just wanted to reach out and take the plate brought by Lena, but she was avoided by the other party.

"Mr. McLean, just sit down and let me do these things..." Lena said quietly, "this is what I want to do."

Maka can feel that she really likes to do these ordinary housework, but she doesn't do it entirely because she likes it.

Needless to say, she must have done it for her noisy sister Lenny.

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

At the other end of the table, Lupin is reading the new issue of the prophet daily. Although there has been nothing to read recently, it can also be used to pass the time.

Outside the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley's curse and Sirius's mother's scream continued, causing a headache.

In such a noisy atmosphere, Maka finished her breakfast carelessly and touched her tummy to go to Sirius to get a new mission report.

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley seemed to have finished scolding, Sirius covered the portrait again, and the room finally became much quieter.

Then, on the stairs on the second floor, Marca met the twin brothers and Harry. They seemed to have just got up - Harry was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping!

"Good morning, Marca," Hermione said immediately.

"Oh, good morning," said Marca with a smile. "It's so busy here every day, isn't it?"

"Sorry, mom always does --" "no, no, no..."

Ron just wanted to say something, but Marca interrupted him.

"Don't apologize. I think it's better to be lively," he said. "At least it feels like home. I like it very much."

Several people chatted casually and passed by on the wrong shoulder. Maka was trying to continue to walk to the study, but she heard a low whisper behind her.

"... the annoying old loser led his cub to spoil the hostess's house..."

"Oh, my poor hostess, if she knew underground, if she knew what kind of scum the unfilial son had brought into her house, what would she say to old clencher?"

"... Oh, what a shame. Mud seed, werewolf, thief and liar, poor old cliche, what can he do?"

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

His skin was flabby and wrinkled. Although his head was as bald as all domestic elves, a large pinch of white hair grew in the big ears like the wings of bats.

Those eyes were full of blood and water, but they were gray, and their fleshy nose hung like a gray carrot.

The elf seemed to just pass downstairs and didn't pay attention to the others down the stairs.

As if he could not see them, he dragged his feet and bent his back, slowly and step by step to the other end of the corridor, muttering in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"Good morning, clencher." Fred said hello in a much louder voice than usual, obviously expressing his dissatisfaction.

The house elf froze at once. He stopped talking and put on a rather obvious but suspicious look of surprise.

"Clencher didn't see the young master just now." he turned and bowed to Fred.

But his eyes were still fixed on the carpet, and he continued to say at a volume that others could hear: "Oh, it's the annoying little boy of the old loser's family."

"I'm sorry," said George. "I didn't seem to hear the last sentence."

"Clencher didn't say anything," the elf bowed to George again and muttered in a very light but clear voice. "These are his twin brothers, a pair of troublemakers."

The elf straightened up and looked at them all with vicious eyes. It was obvious that he believed that they could not hear their own words, because he went on talking again.

"And that kind of mud, standing there recklessly and carelessly, if my hostess knew --"

"Clenche!" Maka leaned out of the upstairs and waved to him. "Just in time, you go and help me put the latest task report in Sirius's room into the study."

"Oh, dear Mr. McLean..."

Clencher immediately recognized Marca's voice. He bowed deeply, almost ridiculously low, and the tip of his big drooping nose almost flattened on the carpet.

"... yes, old kretcher is willing to help you," he said respectfully, and disappeared in his place.