But Snape, as if inspired by the words he had uttered, went on.

“...... At the end of the day, it's you who gets the benefit every time. What does it matter if others are harmed? You have become Lily, inheriting her brains and her talents, and the image of being trusted by others! Later, it was Lily's fame that made it easy to become an Auror and get a teaching position, and now, there is that stupid dog who is so stupid that he can't tell the difference between you as an imposter and the real Lily that he is glad to drag you into this muddy water, thinking that it would be a great thing to give you a house-"

Dumbledore's gentle voice suddenly rose, neither high nor low, just right to interrupt Snape's words before the accusation became out of control.

"That's not a great thing, Severus. Dumbledore said calmly. "The situation is fraught with complexity. We don't know if the old spells attached to the house will work after it no longer belongs to Siris - if such magic still exists, the ownership of the house will likely pass to Siris's oldest relative, his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. ”

Hearing the name, Snape's eyes darkened. A sense of extreme disgust rose from him.

"You see, none of us want to see this happen," Dumbledore said unusually mildly. "So now is not the time for an argument—it would be better for Lily to take possession of the house by some means than to have Bellatrix pop up at the door of the house at some point. ”

He pushed open a large plate of milk gummies, pear candies, licorice wands, bee candy, and other kinds of candy that lay on the huge desk, and pulled out his old wand.

"Luckily," he said, "we can do a simple test. ”

He waved his wand. With a loud "crackling" sound, a house-elf appeared. He had a pig's nose, huge ears like bat wings, and a pair of large bloodshot eyes, and a large pile of white hair growing from those large ears, and he curled up on the carpet of the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts in tattered strips of cloth, just across from the desk, between where Snape and Willow Springs stood.

"Kreacher. Dumbledore said.

"Kreacher don't, Kreacher doesn't, Kreacher doesn't!" the house-elf screamed hoarsely, barely catching up with Peeves' scream when he tried to be scared, stamping his feet and pulling at his ears.

"Kreacher belongs to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Black family, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher doesn't want a low, dirty mudblood to be a mistress, Kreacher doesn't, don't, don't-"

Liu Quan: "......"

Snape took a breath of disgust. He stared gloomily at the house-elf who was still screaming.

Because Willow Springs did not immediately say something to order Kreacher to show him his authority as the new owner of 12 Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore had to raise his voice, drown out Kreacher's "don't, don't, don't" hiss, and reminded her:

"Seemingly, Lily, Kreacher has shown a definite resistance to you having him. ”

Liu Quan still didn't speak immediately. She stood still, staring condescendingly at the house-elf who was barely sprinkling and rolling, and thought to herself: Do you know how your beloved Young Master Regulus died?

But the answer to this question is definitely not straightforward right now.

Liu Quan took a deep breath.

"Kreacher," she said, "even if you don't want to, it's useless. I am now your hostess, the owner of 12 Grimmauld Place. ”

Kreacher's movements of tearing his ears, stomping his feet, and shaking his head in defiance became more violent in an instant. It screamed hoarsely, "Don't, don't, don't, don't-"

Liu Quan laughed angrily. Although it is a bit naïve to know that it is a bit naïve to quarrel with a house-elf, but for her who has not lost much in a quarrel all along, it is a waste not to use a full of eloquence skills!

"It's useless to say 'don't' countless times. That's just the way it is. She said to Kreacher in a mocking tone, mimicking the tone Snape had used when he first sprayed her—it felt like it was doubling in an instant.

"I am now the mistress of the greatest and noblest Black family in your mind, and your Miss Bellatrix will never touch a finger at 12 Grimmauld Place for the rest of your life!"

Kreacher howled.

"Disgusting old loser! Look who he has brought back to the Black family's mansion! It must smell like gutter and criminals when it falls into your hands!Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew underground, if she knew what kind of scum they had gotten into her house. Oh, what a shame, poor old Kreacher, what can he do? That old scum—"

Liu Quan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

When Kreacher scolded her for being a "mudblood", she was not so angry, and she was even able to take a moment to fight back with a little teasing, crushing the house-elf who had been brainwashed by Mrs. Black's pure-bloods. But when Kreacher cursed Siris viciously, Willow Quan suddenly felt that the curses and insults were particularly unbearable to his ears.

Has he spent the past year in such a place, enduring the curses of the magical portraits on the walls and the torment of a house-elf? How long will the heir and young master of the Black family, the former Prince of Gryffindor, fall into the abyss of misery and darkness in his life?!

Liu Quan shouted mercilessly: "Kreacher, shut up!"

For a moment, Kreacher looked like he was going to suffocate. He gripped his throat, his mouth still moving wildly, his eyes bulging. Then he took a few frenzied breaths, and then lay down on the carpet, pounding the floor with his hands and feet, violently but silently.

Willow Springs, ignoring its distorted expression, continued, "I command you not to speak ill of Cialis Black again!"

Hearing her words, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise. Snape let out an impatient breath from his massive nose.

Kreacher's eyes seemed to bulge even more for a moment. He gripped his throat, fingers scratching wildly at his neck, but he couldn't get a word out of it.

Liu Quan curled the corners of his lips and looked at it condescendingly.

"When I'm sent away, I'll be able to clean up the magic portraits in that house that like to talk nonsense. She said happily. "What they did to Siris, then I'm going to do to them—I happen to know a spell that can curse for seven hours in one breath. I'm going to try it out in that house. ”

Kreacher pounded the floor violently, as if trying to punch a hole out there.

Liu Quan smiled, suddenly put away his extremely mean tone and attitude, and calmly ordered, "Kreacher, from now on, you go to the Hogwarts kitchen to work with the other house-elves. ”

After a futile attempt, Kreacher was now lying on all fours, and he glanced at Willow Spring in utter disgust, and then disappeared with another loud thud.

Only then did Dumbledore ask, "Lily, do you really know a spell that 'can curse for seven hours without repeating the same breath'?"

Willow Springs, turning his face away, grinned toothy at the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Of course not. She said, "I'm just going to be angry with it." ”

......

Aside from this must-do and embarrassing thing, in fact, what Liu Quan has to do this summer is no different from usual.

Fighting the increasingly arrogant Death Eaters, the frequency of battles increasing exponentially, continuing to meet with the Order of the Phoenix at 12 Grimmauld Place, and continuing to use it as a headquarters-like venue, rushing out of the house when the news of the Death Eaters attacking innocent Muggles and wizards was heard, and then returning exhausted in the middle of the night, collapsed in bed and didn't think about anything anymore, and for some moments even wished that there really would be a "seven hours of scolding without repeating it" to continue tossing the magical portraits that were about to move behind the curtain of dust on the walls......

Of course, since the ouster of Cornelius Fudge, the new Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, has come up with a whole bunch of new rules that have caused a lot of noise, and Willow Springs almost suspects that the so-called bigwigs of the Ministry of Magic will scare themselves to death before Voldemort can make a move.

Of course, Dumbledore seemed to be busier. Moreover, Liu Quan felt that he had become less and less aware of what he was up to.

She wasn't an expert fan of the original Harry Potter books, most of her knowledge of Harry Potter's plot came from the movies, and because she had been here for too long, the details in her mind had gradually faded, and although she knew that Dumbledore would probably have to fall down from the tower and sacrifice himself in a year, she could not remember the cause and effect of the incident almost completely.

It made her feel restless. But this is where the cruelty of time lies. No matter how restless she was, unwilling to see that cruel and decisive moment coming, time was still moving, and the plot was moving forward relentlessly, and gradually, little by little, getting closer to that fateful turning point—

And when that moment came, Willow Quan was completely unaware that it was the moment she had been waiting for—and foolishly hoping that it would never come—that moment would never come.

She was in her office — to admit how awkward it felt to have nowhere to go during the summer holidays — when suddenly the flames in the fireplace snapped upwards and crackled.

Willow Quan put down the book in his hand and looked at it in amazement, only to find Dumbledore's face floating in the flames of the fireplace.

"Oh, I've finally found you, Lily. Can you do something for me?" his old voice was still so calm and kind, but the face that appeared in the flames was unusually grim, like a stone statue.

This huge contrast in expression and tone startled Liu Quan. Reflexively, she immediately rose from her chair, strode over to the fireplace, and replied simply, "Anything, Professor Dumbledore." ”

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May 3:

Since the author is traveling today, so here is the manuscript box Jun at work

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