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

Early the next morning, the sun had just risen, and Mrs. Weasley's loud voice was heard throughout the Order of the Phoenix stronghold.

"Oops"

"I really like to hear my mom yelling at people." Fred said with a satisfied smile as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's a good change of taste." George expertly picked up the conversation.

Ever since the twin brothers passed the apparition exam, they've used it everywhere.

Now, for example, they had just been woken up by Mrs. Weasley's loud voice when they landed on Ron's bed with a "snap", waking up their poor brother.

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

"yes, no way!"

"We've just woken up, so we probably didn't get it right."

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

"It's completely irresponsible, as if we didn't have enough to worry about, and you're still dragging this pile of stolen crucibles into the house......"

"Which fool is being scolded? How could he make her angry? George shook his head and said, "You have to divert her attention as soon as possible, or she will get more and more angry, and it will be endless for hours!" ”

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

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

However, at the same time, there was not a single sound in the study where Maca was.

This house has not been quiet since it was more crowded.

The reckless Tonks would always trip over something, or she would trip over something;

Mrs. Weasley was always roaring about all sorts of things, big and small, and couldn't stop all day;

Leni has a sister who is always watching, but her sister, who has always been quite doting on her sister, is usually not very useful at this time, and it is normal for this little girl to run around the house;

From time to time, Montungus would bring back a lot of messy things, and the warehouse in the back room was almost used by him as a special warehouse for theft.

Maca doesn't really hate this kind of environment, and if it's lively, it will always make life more enjoyable, as long as it doesn't disturb his precious sleep time.

So he had long been accustomed 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 cautiously walked in. Of course, it's all silent, as if playing a comical pantomime.

Maca was huddled on a couch piled high with books, notes, and manuscript paper, her slow, deep breathing and slightly heaving chest, and her closed eyelids proving that he was asleep.

The small figure stood beside Maca, bent over, and then reached out and bent his fingers at the door of Maca's head.

Of course, the person who came was the most noisy Leni on weekdays, she was caught by Maca and bounced her forehead several times a few days ago because she had trampled Harry unconscious, and now she was obviously here to find a way back.

However, today she ran over early in the morning, but found that she couldn't bounce after several poses in a row.

She thought about it, and finally sat down on the ground and pouted in anger.

"Stinky Maca! Bastard Maca! Big Bad! Today is Leni in a good mood, so I'll let you go once! If you dare to flick Lennie's forehead next time, Leni will really want revenge......"

Anyway, under the effect of the silence spell, no matter how much she scolded and was arrogant, she would not wake up Maca, and Leni couldn't help but get happier the more she scolded, pointing at Maca's nose and laughing.

“…… Giggle...... Bastard Maca! Get up! Get up and play Lennie's head! Let's see if Leni will pop your brain out."

Cursing and scolding, Leni suddenly realized that something was wrong, and her smile immediately froze.

“…… When...... Voices again? ”

"Ha" Maca, whose eyes were still closed, suddenly yawned, "From what I'm going to hear from you, of course......"

"Yikes"

Leni jumped to her feet and tried to run, but found herself floating in the air.

"What? Want to sleep with Xiao Qi and them again? Maca squinted her sleepy eyes and said lazily.

"Don't!" Leni yelled for help, "Leni don't want to sleep with the big spider!" Bastard Maca, you devil! Let go of Lenny! ”

Maka withdrew her wand, and Leni immediately flexibly adjusted her position to the ground, standing firmly on the floor.

"If you don't want to sleep with Xiao Qi, it's okay, go to the bookshelf and bring the "Poet Bean Story Collection" over." He waved his hand.

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

"Don't you want to copy it?"

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

"Copy! Leni copy! Leni loves to copy books the most! As she spoke, she hurriedly ran to the bookshelf, "So, don't ask Xiao Qi to come out!" Just let them go back to sleep! ”

"It's still the same as last time, pick a favorite story, copy it and give it to me to check when you're done!"

With that, Maca stood up and stretched, and then walked outside the study.

Behind him, Leni grimaced indignantly at Maca's back, and then, reluctantly, holding the book of The Tales of the Poet Bean, pouted and copied it on the coffee table by the couch.

……

"Good morning, Lena."

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

"Just sit down, Mr. McLean, and let me do these things...... "Lena said quietly, "it's what I want to do." ”

Maca could sense that she did enjoy doing these ordinary chores, but she didn't do it entirely out of preference.

Needless to say, she must have done it for the sake of her sister Leni, who loves to make trouble when she has nothing to do.

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

On the other side of the table, Lupin was reading the new issue of the Daily Prophet, which had been running out lately, but could pass the time.

Outside the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley's scolding and Sirius's mother's screams continued, making it a little annoying.

In such a noisy atmosphere, Maca finished her breakfast without paying attention, touching her round belly and planning to go to Sirius to get a new mission report.

By this time Mrs. Weasley seemed to have finished scolding, Sirius had re-covered the portrait, and the room had finally become much quieter.

Then, on the stairs on the second floor, Maca met the twin brothers and Harry, who seemed to have just woken up and Harry was so sleepy that his eyelids were still drooping!

"Good morning, Maca." Hermione said immediately.

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

"I'm sorry, mom is always like this" "No, no, no, no......"

Ron was about to say something, but was interrupted by Maca.

"No need to apologize, I think it's better to be lively." "At least it feels like home, and I love it," he said. ”

After a few casual conversations, they staggered by, and Maca was about to continue walking towards the study, when she heard a muttered voice behind her.

“…… Nasty old loser, leading his little cub to spoil my mistress's house......"

"Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old Kreacher if she had knowledge underground, if she had known what kind of scum they had brought into her house?"

“…… Oh, what a shame, mudbloods, werewolves, liars, and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do? ”

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

His skin was loosely wrinkled, and although his head was as bare as all house-elves, there was a large pile of white hair growing from his two large bat-like ears.

The eyes were bloody, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was so large that it looked like a gray carrot.

The elf seemed to be just passing downstairs and didn't pay any attention to the others coming down the stairs at all.

As if he couldn't see them, he hunched his back and shuffled his feet slowly, step by step, toward the other end of the hallway, whispering in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"Good morning, Kreacher." Fred greeted him louder than usual, clearly expressing his displeasure.

The house-elf froze, and no longer had words in his mouth, but made a very obvious, but suspicious, surprise look.

"Kreacher didn't see 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 perfectly audible to others: "Oh, it's a nasty little cub of an old loser." ”

"Excuse me?" George said, "I didn't hear that last sentence. ”

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

The elf straightened up and looked at them all with a vicious gaze, apparently believing that none of them could hear him, for he continued to chatter.

"And that mudblood, standing there with a big grin and unscrupulousness, if my mistress knew"

"Kreacher!" Maca poked her head out of the stairs and waved her hand at him, "Just in time, you go and help me put the latest mission report from Sirius's room in the study." ”

"Oh, Honorable Mr. McLean......"

Kreacher immediately recognized Maca's voice, and he bowed deeply, his body so low that it was ridiculously low, his big nose almost squashed against the carpet.

“…… Yes, Kreacher Sr. is here to help. He said respectfully, and immediately disappeared in place.