Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 621 Crazy Kreacher

"It sucks," said the twins, scrambling for each other.

Fred looked depressed, "We can't go out."

Qiao looked like she couldn't love her, "I can't get business."

They said in unison, "I can only clean here."

Fred glanced at Mrs. Weasley and said in her voice, "You are too young to join the Order of the Phoenix." His voice was just like Mrs. Weasley's, and immediately aroused the laughter of others.

Mrs. Weasley immediately said angrily, "I haven't told you yet. Who is to blame? You are so bold to dare to provoke Voldemort like that."

Fred and Joe looked at each other with a long sigh.

"Ugh!"

George said noncommittally, "You really shouldn't go out, but just wait until school starts."

He said slowly, "When it's time for the school, you can receive orders, and the school is safe."

Fred and Joe's eyes lit up, yeah, it's time to start school.

They looked at each other again and said with a sigh, "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 then sat in the living room and began to rest.

With the bright light, George slowly flipped through a historical collection of books he found in the Blake's library.

Fred and Joe, looking at the cleaned living room with surprise, said in an incredible tone, "We just cleaned the bedroom and kitchen, it took us a whole week, and you cleaned it in one morning. the whole house."

"If you are willing to throw away more things, cleaning and cleaning will be much faster." George said lightly while flipping through the book.

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

"Easy to say, if you lose a little more things, Kreacher will go crazy." Fred said disapprovingly, "Just if we want to clean the kitchen cabinet, it can be cursed like crazy in our ears for a long time. ."

He said angrily, "That crazy house elf, won't let us touch anything in the room, if the house elf is not bound by magic. He must be killing us and throwing us out of the house."

How difficult their cleanup is these days has a lot to do with that crazy house-elf.

Kreacher, a mad house-elf left by the Black family, always appears in the place where they are concentrated. Do everything possible to stop them from touching anything in the house, while constantly muttering and cursing them.

Joe nodded in agreement, and he said curiously, "Where's Kreacher?"

Immediately, he knew where Kreacher was.

A scream resounded throughout the house. The scream was really hoarse and heart-piercing, like a ghost crying, sharp and piercing, and it made people tremble, as if they were attacked by a demonic sound.

Bang, bang, bang!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The huge sound of hitting the wall and hitting the floor is continuous and continuous.

In the meantime, those screams continued, and they were really hysterical and thrilling like a slaughtered pig.

Immediately afterwards, a frantic voice burst into tears. That heart-piercing cry, like a man attacked by a man, used the most hysterical voice to vent the most painful mourning.

Except for George and Ron, who are somewhat inexplicable, everyone else has a stable expression, as if what they hear are not crazy shouting and crying, but the sound of wind and rain, and they don't care at all.

Between the cries, George heard Fred muttering, "I knew it would be like this."

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

The whole room is like meeting the decoration team,

Ping ping bang bang, bang bang bang bang. Ping ping bang bang bang bang bang, the terrible noise is unbearable.

After a long time, those voices finally subsided for a while.

Just as the others looked relieved, there was a resentment of cursing.

"God kills, kills a thousand knives, and goes to hell. Damn mudbloods, werewolves, liars, thieves, hooligans, you've lived in my mistress's house and ruined my mistress's estate. The house is completely destroyed, even my mistress, you are not willing to let it go."

Accompanied by the sound of malicious cursing, it was an ugly house elf. It was almost naked except for a dirty rag around its waist, like the loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies.

It looked very old, and it seemed to have several times more skin than its body actually needed, and though its head was as bald as all house elf's, there were two large bat-like ears growing out of Lots of white hairs.

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

That house elf, walking towards this side, looked at everyone with bloodshot eyes, with the most hatred and resentment, and cursed constantly.

"There's the smell of scum crawling out of the gutter, you scum to hell, you nasty old prodigals, filthy little brats, lowly werewolves, lowly rascals."

"All petrochemical!"

A white light hit the mad house-elf in an instant.

The mad house-elf immediately felt like the pause button had been pressed. The curse in its mouth can no longer be sent out, and it can only stare at everyone with malicious eyes.

Black rushed in front of the house elf, his face was red, his eyes were burning with anger, and he roared angrily, "How dare you?"

He scolded furiously, "You dirty and lowly thing, if it wasn't for Dumbledore to stop me, I would have driven you out long ago. How dare you treat your distinguished guests like this."

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

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

Although he didn't know what the hell was going on with this house elf, since he was crazy, he should have dealt with it sooner.

"That's how it should be," Blake said through gritted teeth. "We shouldn't have tolerated this filthy and lowly animal for a long time."

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

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

Dumbledore came up the stairs, and he shouted loudly to stop Blake's shot.

(To be continued.)