Chapter 622： Dumbledore

Chapter 622: Old Confused Dumbledore

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Black's wand trembled, and he waved his wand, after all, he didn't say a spell.

He turned around, flushed, and glared at Dumbledore.

He roared loudly, "This is your order? You occupy my house and tolerate this dirty and humble animal to humiliate us constantly. Is this what you did?"

"Dumbledore, that's how you welcomed me?" George took his wand and pointed at the dirty **** house elf.

"Please don't kill it!"

Dumbledore walked over quickly, yelling loudly, trying to stop George from taking action.

"Forgotten."

George muttered softly, and then the house elf sat on the ground stupidly as if he had lost his soul.

He said coldly, "Maybe you think it is very interesting to let such a bad thing and yell at guests, but I don't think so at all."

"As a guest's etiquette, I did not kill it, but as a host's etiquette, I hope you can restrain yourself, including other things you release."

He used a powerful memory spell to wash away all the memories of the house elf.

Although he believes that the only correct way to deal with this house elf is to kill it. But he didn't want to argue with an old man who had been stubborn to the extreme on these side matters.

"It's time to do this." Black said with a big laugh, looking at him relieved, as if he had gotten rid of his confidant heart.

All people showed a relaxed expression.

Fred said happily, "It should have been this way, this **** Kreacher is driving us crazy."

Joe said joyfully, "The world is finally quiet now."

He muttered in a voice that everyone could hear, "I don't know why anyone thinks that hearing such vicious curses in the house is something that makes people happy." The flower chef dragged away King Huainan.

Mrs. Weasley glared at the twins, complaining, "You only talk a lot."

But it can be seen from her face that she is also in a very happy mood. What happened just now is really pleasant.

Dumbledore frowned and glanced at the house elves. He sighed and said, "The house elves are poor creatures. Their experience deserves our sympathy. Kreacher has served the Black family all his life. We should treat him well. "

He said solemnly, "The wizard has abused and abused our partners for a long time, and he will definitely suffer the consequences in the end."

Dumbledore's words silenced the others. Everyone in the room was not a bad person, and none of them wanted to hurt anyone.

A cold voice broke their silence.

"Put away your clichés."

George looked at Dumbledore coldly, and said indifferently, "If you really have this idea, you shouldn't sit and watch a crazy house-elf, humiliating those friends who follow you after your ruin."

The scene just now made him be sure that Dumbledore was already confused. Dumbledore could tolerate such a dirty and crazy beast, and casually insulted those friends who used their lives to protect him.

He snorted and said, "In the decades since you became the most powerful wizard in the magical world, apart from meaningless clichés, what have you done for these house elves?"

"When you are ruined, you hide in Black's house, but you can indulge this dirty and crazy monster and humiliate those who risk their lives to run around for you. You are simply old and confused." George Hao Accused Dumbledore unceremoniously.

Blake looked at George with admiration, completely agreeing with him.

As the house elf of his family, Kreacher has been humiliating his most important brother and guests. He had long wanted to drive out this dirty monster. However, Dumbledore had a completely tolerant attitude towards Kreacher, always telling others in a cliché that you should treat Kreacher well.

The conscience of heaven and earth, their tolerance of Kreacher is more indulgent than their own family.

If Fred and Joe dared to speak to Mrs. Weasley like this, they would crippled the twins on the spot. It happened that this dirty little monster had Dumbledore's backing and indulgence, and they couldn't beat or scold them. Can't drive away, can't kill, during this time, everyone is going crazy with Kreacher's curse. Tennis genius

Lupin looked a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Normal people would not like Kreacher, except for Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley immediately rounded the field, and she walked between George and Dumbledore, waving her hands, trying to get their attention.

"It's all over, everything is okay, and the current situation is the best way to deal with it. Kreacher has no memory, and will not swear, just keep it here."

With her hands on her hips, she said loudly to Dumbledore, "George has handled it well, whether Kreacher has been wronged or not, it is not qualified to vent his grievances on us. The conscience of heaven and earth, how we treat him, As long as your eyes are not blind, you can see."

"He scolded me, scolded Fred and Joe, scolded Ginny, I didn't say anything. But Mr. Soros, it's not this dirty and crazy house elf that can insult."

"Mom, are we biological?" Fred and Joe exclaimed dissatisfiedly. "Are you sure we were not picked up by the neighbor's trash can?"

Mrs. Weasley really thought about it for a while, and shook her head, "Of course not, where are neighbors near the Burrow? There is no trash can Seeing Mrs. Weasley really thought about it. After a while, Fred and Joe said dissatisfiedly, "Then we must have come here by ourselves from the next door. "

The interruption between the twins and Mrs. Weasley eased the rigid atmosphere a bit.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then he bowed deeply to the others.

He said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, it was really my fault this time. I didn't think about it well. I put too much thought on thinking about how to deal with Voldemort. I completely ignored what should I do. Treat the partners who support me correctly."

He smiled at George and said softly, "As George said, I must be confused. No matter what Kreacher has suffered, I shouldn't place him above my partner."

"Let's not condone his unprovoked humiliation, those friends who still support me with their lives after my ruin.

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