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Chapter 621: Crazy Kreacher

"It's terrible. The twins scrambled to speak.

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

Joe looked like he had nothing to love, "I can't get the business." ”

They said in unison, "You can only clean here." ”

Fred glanced at Mrs. Weasley and said in her voice, "You're too young for you to join the Order of the Phoenix. His voice was like that of Mrs. Weasley, and it immediately drew laughter from the others.

Mrs. Weasley immediately said angrily, "I haven't said anything about you, who is to blame for this? ”

Fred and Joe looked at each other and let out a long sigh.

"Alas!"

George said noncommittally, "It's really not appropriate for you to go out, but just wait until school starts." ”

He said slowly, "When you get to the school, you can receive the order, and the school is safe." ”

Fred and Joe's eyes lit up, yes, school would be fine.

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 sat down in the living room to start resting.

By the bright light, George slowly flipped through a historical collection that he had found in the Black family's library.

Fred and Joe, looking at the cleaned living room with surprised expressions, said in an incredulous tone, "It took us a whole week to clean the bedroom and kitchen alone, and you cleaned the whole house in one morning. ”

"If you're willing to throw away a few more things, cleaning and cleaning up will be much faster. George said lightly as he flipped through the book.

Cleaning and cleaning up so quickly, in addition to the role of the golem, Blake's concise requirements of "throwing and throwing" also made the cleaning and cleaning extremely smooth.

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

He said angrily, "That crazy house-elf wouldn't let us touch anything in the room, if it weren't for the house-elves being bound by magic." He was going to kill us and throw us out of the house. ”

The fact that they're so hard to clean up these days has a lot to do with that crazy house-elf.

Kreacher, a deranged house-elf left behind by the Black family, is always present where they concentrate on their work. Do everything possible to prevent them from touching anything in the house, while constantly babbling and cursing them.

Joe nodded thoughtfully, and he said curiously, "What about Kreacher?"

Immediately, he knew where Kreacher was.

A scream that resounded throughout the house, the cry was really hoarse, heartbreaking, like a ghost crying and howling, sharp and piercing, and it made people tremble, as if they had been attacked by the sound of magic sounds.

Bang, clang, clang!

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

The loud sound of hitting the walls, hitting the floor, was continuous and continuous.

In the meantime, those screams continued, as hysterical and thrilling as the slaughtered pigs.

Immediately after, a frantic voice howled and cried. The heart-rending cry, like a man being attacked by a man, vented the most painful wails in the most hysterical voice.

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

In the midst of the cries, George heard Fred mutter, "I knew it was going to happen." ”

The cries, the howls, the banging, went on for a long time.

The whole room was like meeting a renovation team, ping-pong bang, bang, bang. Ping-pong bang, bang, clang, and the terrible noise is unbearable.

After a long time, the voices finally died down for a while.

Just as the others looked relieved, there was immediately another resentful curse.

"God kills, kills a thousand knives, and goes to hell. Damned mudbloods, werewolves, liars, thieves, scoundrels, you have lived in my mistress's house and ruined my mistress's family business. Now the whole house has been completely destroyed, and even my mistress you will not let go. ”

Growing closer and closer with the sound of resentful cursing was an ugly house-elf, barely naked except for a dirty rag around its waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover its body.

It was old, its skin seemed to be several times more than its body actually needed, and although its head was bare like all house-elves, there was a large pile of white hair growing from its two large bat-like ears.

Its eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and its fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

The house-elf, as he walked this way, looked at everyone with bloodshot eyes, with the most hateful and resentful eyes, and kept cursing in his mouth.

"Everywhere there is the smell of scum crawling out of the gutter, you scum who go to hell, you nasty old losers, filthy little cubs, lowly werewolves, despicable scoundrels. ”

"It's all petrified!"

A flash of white light instantly struck the mad house-elf.

The crazy house-elf immediately felt like it had been pressed the pause button. The curses in its mouth could no longer be uttered, and it could only stare at the crowd with resentful eyes.

Blake rushed to the house-elf, his face red-faced, his eyes boiling with anger, and he roared angrily, "How dare you?"

He scolded furiously, "You filthy and lowly thing, if it weren't for Dumbledore to stop you, I would have kicked you out, and you dare to treat your distinguished guests like this." ”

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

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

Although he didn't know what was crazy about this house-elf, since he was crazy, he should have dealt with it earlier.

"That's exactly how it should be. "We shouldn't have tolerated this filthy and lowly animal." ”

He held his wand and pointed at the filthy damn house-elf.

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

Dumbledore came up the stairs, shouting loudly to stop Blake's move.

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