Chapter 621： Crazy Kreacher [Thanks to silverking...

Chapter 621: Crazy Kreacher

"It's terrible." The twins scrambled.

Fred looked depressed, "We can't get out."

Qiao looked unloved, "Can't receive business."

They said in unison, "We can only clean here."

Fred glanced at Mrs. Weasley, learning her voice and saying, "You are too young, you didn't join the Order of the Phoenix." His voice was the voice of Mrs. Weasley, immediately aroused The laughter of other people.

Mrs. Weasley said irritably, "I haven't said you yet, who is this to blame? You dare to provoke Voldemort like that, you are so bold."

Fred and Joe looked at each other and sighed long.

"Ugh!"

George said noncommitantly, "It's true that you shouldn't go out, but just wait until school starts."

He said slowly, "When it's school, you can receive orders, and the school is safe."

Fred and Joe's eyes lit up, yeah, school just started.

They looked at each other again and sighed, "It's still a long time."

After lunch, they went to the living room on the second floor, took out some chairs from the clean room, and then sat in the living room to rest.

With the bright light, George slowly flipped through a historical collection found in the library of Black's house.

Fred and Joe, looking at the cleaned up living room with surprise on their faces, said in an incredible tone, "We only cleaned the bedroom and kitchen, and it took us a whole week. You cleaned it all morning. The whole house."

"If you are willing to lose more things, cleaning and cleaning will be much faster." George said lightly while flipping through the book.

Cleaning up so fast, in addition to the role of the golem, Black's concise requirement of "throwing and throwing" also made cleaning and cleaning extremely smooth.

"It's easy to say, throw a little more, Kreacher will go crazy." Fred said disapprovingly, "Just because we want to clean the kitchen cabinets, it can be cursed like crazy in our ears for a long time. ."

He said angrily, "The crazy house elf, wouldn't let us move anything in the room, or the house elf was not bound by magic. He must have wanted to kill us and throw it out of the house."

Their cleaning up is so difficult these days, and it has a lot to do with the crazy house elf.

Kreacher, a mad house-elf left by the Black family, always appeared where they concentrated their work. Do everything possible to prevent them from touching anything in the house, while constantly chanting and cursing them.

Joe nodded in agreement, he said curiously, "Where is Kreacher?"

Immediately, he knew where Kreacher was.

There was a scream that rang through the entire house. The scream was really hoarse, heart-piercing, like a howling ghost, sharp and piercing, as if it had been attacked by magic sounds.

Clang, clang, clang!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The loud sound of hitting the wall and hitting the floor was continuous and continuous.

In the meantime, those screams continued, really hysterical and thrilling like a slain New Year pig.

Immediately afterwards, a crazy voice burst into tears. The heartbreaking cry was like a man being attacked by a man, using the most hysterical voice to vent the most painful wailing.

Except for George and Ron, who were inexplicably strange, everyone else had a steady expression, as if what was in their ears was not crazy yelling and crying, but the sound of wind and rain, and they didn't care at all.

Between the cries, George heard Fred muttering, "I knew it would."

The sound of crying, howling, and crashing continued for a long time.

The whole room was like meeting a decoration team, banging and banging. Ping ping bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, the terrible noise is unbearable.

After a long time, those voices finally disappeared for a while.

Just as the others looked relieved, resentful curses came again.

"God damn, kill a thousand knives, go to hell. Damn mudblood, werewolf, liar, thief, gangster, you have lived in my mistress's house and ruined my mistress's family business. Now you will be the whole The house is completely destroyed, and even my mistress you will not let it go."

Accompanied by the spiteful curse, an ugly house elf, except for a dirty rag around his waist, is almost naked, like a waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body.

It looks very old, and its skin seems to be several times more than what its body actually needs. Although its head is as bare as all house elves, it has two big bat-like ears. A lot of white hair grew out of it.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was big, almost like a pig's nose.

The house elf, while walking toward this side, looked at everyone with bloodshot eyes and with the most hateful eyes, and kept cursing.

"Everywhere is the smell of scum crawling out of the gutter, you scum in hell, you nasty old prodigal, dirty little cub, lowly werewolf, and despicable hooligan."

"All petrochemicals!"

A white light instantly hit the crazy house elf.

The crazy house elf immediately seemed to have been pressed the pause button. The curse in its mouth could no longer be sent out, only to stare at everyone with spiteful eyes.

Black rushed to the house elf, his face flushed, his eyes were angry, and he roared angrily, "How dare you?"

He scolded furiously, "You filthy and lowly thing, if it weren't for Dumbledore to stop him, I had driven you out a long time ago, you would dare to treat your distinguished guest like this.

George closed the book and stood up slowly, he said coldly.

"This kind of thing, let's clean up with the garbage."

Although he didn't know what was going wrong with this house elf, since he was crazy, he should deal with it sooner.

"That's right," Black said through gritted teeth. "We shouldn't have tolerated this dirty and lowly animal."

He held up his wand and pointed at the dirty **** house elf.

"Don't kill it." A voice suddenly came from the stairs.

Dumbledore came up from the stairs, yelling loudly, preventing Black from making a move.

(To be continued.)