But soon Mrs. Weasley lowered her voice and said, "Have you had breakfast?" ”

"Well, I came here after Ginny and I had breakfast. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"That's good, you and Ginny go up and play first, and we'll help clean up together."

"Okay." Wang Yong nodded in agreement, that is to say, the Phoenix Society only started the meeting in the evening, and he did come too early.

She pressed a finger to her lips and led Wang Yong to tiptoe past two long, insect-eyed curtains—

Then they walked around a large umbrella stand that appeared to be made from one of the troll's severed legs, and made their way up the dark staircase, where a row of crumpled heads gathered on the wall panels next to them—all house-elf heads. They all have the same ugly big noses.

Ginny was ahead, walking across the dimly lit landing, turning the snake-shaped bedroom doorknob and opening it.

This dimly lit room has high ceilings and two single beds.

At this time, Potter and Hermione had not yet arrived, and the Weasleys were basically living in the house.

Sirius only came to meetings occasionally, and he didn't want to go back to this annoying hometown, usually living with Lupin, anyway, he wasn't wanted now, but instead became a grandmother killer, and his life was quite chic.

closed the door, and there were only two people at this time, Jinni and Wang Yong.

The passion that had just been restrained was like a blooming flower blooming at this time.

Wang Yong hugged Jinni and kissed them, then Wang Yong sat on the bed, and Jinni sat on Wang Yong's lap.

The two hugged each other intimately, giving what they wanted.

Sometimes when the kiss is tired and stops, the two also look at each other with affection.

Wang Yong's hands also explored inward through Jinnie's clothes, very satisfied.

"My little Ginny, grow up......," Wang Yong said slowly.

"Hmph......" Ginny let out a coquettish hum from her nose, and the two kissed each other again, grinding their ears and temples, as if they would never be satisfied, as if they were just trying to be together like this.

But "Bang! ”

The door opened suddenly.

"Wang Yong, you-"

Ron, who pushed the door in directly, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scene of the two kissing.

"Uh...... You're here. Ron was a little surprised to see Wang Yong and Jinny like this.

However, he knew that his sister was with Wang Yong last year, and every time he tried to preach, he was always speechless by his sister's rebuttal, and Wang Yong was such a powerful wizard that he could barely ...... Well, I guess I didn't see it.

Wang Yong and Ginny separated, but neither of them was embarrassed because it was Ron who ran into him.

Ginny was still sitting on Yong's lap, wrapping her arms around Yong's neck and looking at Ron with slanted eyes.

"Don't knock on the door when you enter a girl's bedroom."

"Isn't this Wang Yong coming......" Ron said embarrassedly.

Wang Yong said with a smile: "Ron, how was this summer vacation...... You look like you're having a nervous breakdown. ”

Ron made an overwhelmed squeak as he reached out to the other single bed.

"Well, it really sucks. Moved from the Burrow to this dark Black home. Ron said distressedly.

"Why is it bad here?" Wang Yong asked knowingly.

"Alas...... Crazy old house. I used to yearn for an old house with a long history, but this one is really bad......"

Smack!

Two deafening noises rang out in Ginny's room.

George and Fred shine on the scene.

"Oh...... I hear our cute little carrot head complaining about Blair's old house again......"

"Portrait of the crazy lady Black, who starts screaming as soon as she wakes up......"

"The strange house-elf Kreacher curses everyone here anytime and anywhere......"

Ron continued, "And the inexplicable magic equipment, last time Ginny wasn't there, we did a big cleaning, I almost got strangled to death by a purple robe, damn ......"

His face was filled with despair.

Together, they complained about 12 Grimmauld Place, and Mrs. Weasley led them on an unprecedented clean-up.

Of course, Sirius came reluctantly, and without his help, who knows what was in the corner of this old mansion.

After that, several people came to the living room. It was a long, high-ceilinged room on the second floor, with filthy tapestries hanging from the olive-green walls.

Every time someone puts their foot on the carpet, a small puff of dust is raised, and the long, yellow-green velvet curtain buzzes, as if there are many invisible bees flying inside.

Mrs. Weasley stood in front of the curtains, with a cloth around her face, covering her nose and mouth, looking particularly comical.

She was holding a large black bottle of liquid with a spout in her hand.

"Cover your face and get a bottle of spray," Mrs. Weasley said as soon as she saw a few people, pointing to a few bottles of black liquid on a table with slender legs, "This is the Kitsune Exterminator." I've never seen a pest run so rampant—what that house-elf has been doing for ten years.

Suddenly, the writing desk next to it shook wildly, startling several people.

"It could be a Boggart, let's leave it alone...... It's seen my mother, maybe she's a pretty good guy, let's wait for Moody to come over and deal with it. Sirius said.

Downstairs came the screeching of the doorbell, and then there was a loud crash, as if the troll umbrella stand downstairs had collapsed, and then Mrs. Blair's terrifying curses—

"Brute! Slut! Filthy and sinful son! Bastards, freaks, ugly bastards, get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestors' house—"

"How many times have I told them not to ring the doorbell!" Sirius said annoyedly, and hurried out of the room. They heard his footsteps and ran downstairs.

Wang Yong shrugged his shoulders, bad status quo, before that, he had never known that English had such a vicious curse language.

Wang Yong tried to spray it with the fox meizi killer and found that it was very troublesome.

Then use the freezing spell to make those foxes and their black eggs fall down.

"Wonderful spells." Mrs. Weasley approving.

With the help of Wang Yong's spell, those fox charms were quickly resolved.

"I guess we'll deal with those after lunch." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the dusty glass-door cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece, which were stuffed with all sorts of oddities: a collection of rusty daggers, animal claws, a coiled snakeskin.

There were also a large number of dull and blackened silver boxes, engraved with ancient magic scripts and the ciphertext of the Black family, and the most disliked was a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal embedded in the stopper, and in the bottle was the blood that seemed to have been precipitated for decades.

The Black family's items really fit the impression of the traditional dark wizard.