Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“We are not a place to hide stolen goods here!”

Early the next morning, the sun just rose, and the loud voice of Mrs. Weasley spread throughout the Order of the Phoenix.

“Aiya -“

“I really like to hear mother rushing at others.” Fred squinted as he smiled with a satisfied smile.

“It’s not bad to change the taste.” George took the lead with skill.

Since the pair of twin brothers passed the Disapparation exam, they used it everywhere.

For example, now they have just been woken up by Mrs. Weasley’s big voice, and they “pa” landed on Ron’s bed and woke up their poor younger brother forcibly.

“Hey! It just happened to me!” Ron groaned in pain.

“Yeah, no way!”

“We just woke up, maybe not aligned.”

Twin explained without any sincerity, Fred ran to open the door an inch or two, so that the voice of Mrs. Weasley could be more clearly passed into the house.

“It’s totally irresponsible. It seems that our troubles are not enough. You have to drag this pile of stolen cauldron into the house…”

“Which fool is it? How can he make her angry with temper?” George shook his head and said, “I must divert her attention early, or her anger will grow bigger and bigger, and it will last for hours. It!”

“Oh, Sirius’s mother is screaming again.” Fred De shot his forehead.

Indeed, with the harsh, screaming sound, Mrs. Weasley’s voice was almost completely submerged—too terrifying.

However, at this same time, there was no sound in the study of Marx.

Since the number of people has increased, the house has never been quiet again.

Tonks who is losing money will always be stumped by something, or she will stumble over something;

Mrs. Weasley always growls because of various large and small things and can’t stop all day;

Lenny has elder sister always staring at it, but she has always been quite doted to the younger sister. In this case, it is usually not very useful. This little girl is full of haunting;

From time to time, Mundungus will get back a lot of messy things, and the warehouse in the back house will be treated as a dedicated pirate warehouse.

Marx doesn’t really hate this kind of environment. If it’s a bit more lively, it will always make life more human–beon it won’t bother his precious sleep time.

So he used to put a ban on the room before going to bed.

At this moment, Study’s door was slammed open, and a petite silhouette walked in cautiously. Of course, all this is silent, as if playing a funny mime.

Marx is shrinking on a couch full of books, notes, and manuscript papers. The gentle, deep breath and the slightly undulating chest, and the closed eyes, prove that he is asleep.

The little silhouette stood by Marx, bent over and gathered, then reached out and pointed to Marx’s head.

The coming person is of course the most irritating Leni in normally. A few days ago, she was caught by Marx for several times because she had stunned Harry. Now she is obviously coming to find the scene.

However, today she rushed to run early in the morning, but found that she could not play in a few positions.

She thought about it, and finally sat down on the ground, and slammed her mouth.

“Smelly Marx! Mixed ball Marx! Big bad guy! Today is Lenny’s good mood, let me go once! If you dare to play Lenny’s forehead next time, Lenny really wants to take revenge…”

Under the effect of the ban on the curse, how she swears, how arrogant will not wake Marx, Lenny can not help but more happy, pointing to Marx’s nose laughed heartily up.

“… giggling… mixed ball Marx! You get up! Let’s play Lenny’s brain! Look at whether Lenny will pop your brains -“

Kneeling, Lenny suddenly found that something was wrong, her smile immediately froze.

“…when, when… is there a voice?”

“Ha–” Marx, who still has his eyes closed, suddenly yawned. “Of course, I am going to hear what you are saying…”

“Yeah-“

Lenny quickly jumped up and threw her legs and wanted to run, only to find herself floating in the air.

“What? I want to sleep with Xiaoqi?” Marx said with a sleepy look, lazily.

“Don’t you!” Lenny shouted for help. “Lenny is not going to sleep with the big spider! Mix the ball Marx, you demon! Let go of Leni!”

Marx took back the wand, and Lenny immediately flexed her posture and stood on the floor.

“I don’t want to sleep with Xiaoqi. They can take “The Tales of Beedle the Bard” on the shelf.” He waved his hand.

“Do you want to copy the book again?” Lenny said with a sad face.

“Don’t want to copy?”

Marx gave her a meaningful look, and Leni shook her head immediately.

“Copy! Leni copy! Lenny likes to copy books!” She said as she rushed to the side of the bookshelf. “So, don’t call them out! Let them go to sleep!” ”

“Like the last time, pick a favorite story, copy it again – check it out for me!”

After all, Marx stood up and stretched and walked outside of Study.

Behind him, Lenny angrily moved towards Marx’s back and made a face, then reluctantly holding the “The Tales of Beedle the Bard”, squinting on the coffee table next to the sofa. .

……

“Good morning, Lena.”

The washed Marx came to the kitchen and just wanted to reach out and take the plate that Lena came over, but she was avoided by the other party.

“Mr. Mr. MrLorne, you can sit down, please let me do these things…” Lena said quietly. “This is what I want to do.”

Marx can feel that she really likes to do these ordinary chores, but it is not exactly what she likes.

Needless to say, she must have done this for the younger sister Lenny who loves to make trouble.

Marx shrugged, sitting on the side of the dinning table, waiting for Lena to bring the breakfast to the table.

At the other end of the table, Lupin is watching the new issue of “Daily Prophet”. Although there has been nothing to watch recently, it can be used to pass the time.

Outside the kitchen, the snoring of Mrs. Weasley and the screams of Sirius mother continued, and there was nodded pain.

In such a noisy atmosphere, Marx did not care to finish the breakfast, and tried to find Sirius to take a new mission report.

At this point, Mrs. Weasley seemed to have finished, Sirius also re-opened the portrait, and the room finally became quiet.

Then, Marx met the twin brother on the second floor stairs, and the three Harrys, who seemed to just get out of bed – Harry was so sleepy that even the eyelids were still pulling!

“Good morning, Marx,” Hermione said immediately.

“Oh, good morning,” Marx said with a smile. “It’s really so busy every day, isn’t it?”

“Sorry, mother is always like this -” “No, no…”

What Ron just wanted to say was interrupted by Marx.

“Don’t apologize, I think it’s better to be busy,” he said. “At least it’s a ‘home’ feeling, I like it.”

A few people talked a few words, and they passed by. Marx was about to continue to Study, but heard a low-pitched snoring behind him.

“…the disgusting old ruined family, leading his little nephew to spoil my mistress’s house…”

“Oh, my poor hostess, if she knows something underground, if she knows what kind of dregs they put into her house, what would she say to the old Kreacher?”

“…oh, really shameful, mudblood, werewolf, liar and thief, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?”

It was an old house elf, and his body was almost naked except for the dirty rag around his waist.

His skin was loose and wrinkled, and although his head was as bare as all house elf, the two large bat-like ears grew a lot of white hair.

The eyes were full of blood, the water was gray and the nose was very big, and it was like a gray carrot.

The elf seems to be just passing downstairs, not paying attention to the rest of the people going down the stairs.

He was like seeing them, bowing his back, dragging his feet, slowly and step by step toward the other side of the corridor, while whispering with a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

“Good morning, Kreacher.” Fred’s voice was more than usual, and apparently expressed his dissatisfaction.

House elf suddenly froze, no longer mutter incantations in his mouth, but made a very obvious, but very suspicious 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 everyone could hear: “Oh, it’s the nasty little scorpion of the old tyrant.”

“I’m sorry?” said George. “I didn’t hear the last sentence.”

“Kreacher said nothing,” the elf bowed again to George, and then said in a light, but clear voice, “This is his twin brother, a pair of weird nephews.”

The elf straightens up and looks at them all with vicious eyes. Obviously they can’t hear him, because he continues to read.

“There is that mudblood, carefree, standing there unscrupulously, if my mistress knows-“

“Kreacher!” Marx poked his head upstairs and waved at him. “Just, you can help me put the latest mission report in Sirius room into Study.”

“Oh, distinguished Mr. McLorne…”

Kreacher immediately recognized Marx’s voice, and he snorted deeply, his body was so funny and funny that the big nose was almost flattened on the carpet.

“…Yes, old Kreacher is willing to help you.” He said with respect and respect, he immediately disappeared in place.