Chapter 813 (1/2)
It took almost the whole morning to clean up the curtain borers.
By midday, Mrs. Weasley finally took off her protective scarf, fell into an armchair, and jumped out of the chair again with a scream of disgust, because she was sitting on the bag full of dead mice.
curtains are no longer buzzing. They become soft and moist because of dense spray.
At their feet, the unconscious insects lay in the barrel, next to which was a bowl full of black eggs of insects. Crook mountain was sniffing at the bowl, and the Weasleys were greedily staring at the bowl.
”I think we'll fix it after lunch,” Mrs. Weasley pointed to the dusty glass cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece.
The cupboard is full of all kinds of unpaired things, a carefully selected rusty sword, a few claws, a roll of snake skin, a large number of silver boxes, which are engraved with ancient English. Most of these mortals can recognize them. After all, magic patterns are not learned for nothing.
The most annoying of all the objects is a ornate crystal bottle with a huge opal filled with blood.
A blood curse that only vampires do.
Fanlin thought helplessly that the old house of the Black family was really a surprise. It would be very difficult to find Voldemort's Horcrux among so many dark magic items without the help of kretcher.
The jingle of the doorbell rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley.
”Stay here.”
When Mrs. Black's scream came down again, Mrs. Weasley grabbed the big bag full of dead mice and said quietly, ”I'll get some sandwiches.” She left the room and carefully closed the door behind her.
Almost at the same time, the others rushed to the window and looked down the stairs. They could see the head of a shaggy hair and a set of rickety balancing crucibles.
”Mundungus!” Said Hermione. ”What is he doing with those crucibles?”
”Maybe he's looking for a safe place to put them,” said Harry. ”Maybe he was ordered to follow me that night? Choose a crucible to sell stolen goods
”Yes, you are right!” Fred said, as the front door opened, and Mundungus laboriously carried his crucible through the front door and disappeared from view. ”Oh, mom doesn't like it...” He and George walked through the studio and stood by the door, listening carefully. Mrs. Black's screams had stopped.
”Mundungus is talking to Sisley and Kingsley,” Fred whispered, frowning. ”It's impossible to hear Do you think it's worth the risk of using the ear? ”
”Maybe it's worth it,” George said. ”I could sneak up upstairs and get a pair -”
but just then there was a loud noise from downstairs, which made shunfenger useless.
Mrs. Weasley was clearly heard growling in her highest voice.
”We don't have a place to hide our stolen things!”
”Sometimes Fred said,” he opened the door with such a beautiful smile that he could hear his mother's voice change so clearly
”- totally irresponsible, as if we didn't have the crucible you dragged in, we'd be miserable for lack of funds.”
”these idiots are pushing her forward,” George said, shaking his head. ”You have to stop her as soon as possible, or she will talk like boiling steam for hours. Since Mundungus was absent from duty while he was ordered to follow you, mom has been looking for a chance to fix him. Harry - now Sirius's mother is raging again. ”
Mrs. Weasley's lost the sharpness of the beginning, and the scream came from the portrait in the hall.
George tried to shut the door against the noise, but before he did, a house elf came into the side of the room. In addition to a string of dirty mice tied in a belt around his waist, it was all over. It looks very old. The skin looked several times bigger than its body, and though its other house elves were as bald and hairless as any of its house elves, a large number of white eyebrows popped out over its huge, bat like eyes. Its eyes are bloodshot and moist gray, and its fleshy nose is also very large, or more appropriately, like a pig's mouth.
The elf never noticed Harry and the others. It behaved as if it could not see them. It hunched, walked slowly, obstinately and slowly, all the way to the innermost part of the room. Its murmur was hoarse and deep in his breath, just like a bullfrog.
“… It smells like a gutter or a criminal's boot, but she's not much better. The dirty, old blood traitor with her suckling children has made my mistress's house a mess. Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old kretcher if she knew what rubbish these guys were bringing in? Oh, that's true It's shameful. Children, werewolves, traitors, and thieves. Poor old kretcher, what can it do... ””Hello, clencher,” exclaimed Fanling, closing the door.
Mrs. Black's scream was so explosive that it was obviously beyond their means.
The elf stopped, stopped mumbling, and began to be surprised with a very obvious uncertainty.
”Clencher didn't see the little master,” he turned his head and bowed to Vaseline. Still standing on the edge of the carpet, he added in a voice that was just audible, ”this is a half breed, a dirty, suckling child.”
”Sorry?” Hermione said, ”but don't add that last point.”
”Kretcher didn't say anything,” kretcher quickly replied, saying it was an explanation, which was more like a kind of
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”This is the girl friend of the half breed boy, a dirty mud seed, if the old master is there...”
”I think you should learn how to speak.” Vaseline threatened that he was really impatient with kretcher's actions.
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. The elf straightened up and glared maliciously at them, apparently believing that they couldn't hear it, so it continued to purr.
“… There are also some kids, brazen, standing here, oh, if my mistress knows, oh, how she'll scream, and here's a new boy, and kretcher doesn't know his name. What is he doing here? Kretcher doesn't know... ”
”This is Harry, kretcher,” Hermione said tentatively.
”Harry Potter.” Kretcher's pale eyes widened, purring faster, and more angry than before. The child was talking to kretcher like a friend. ”If kretcher's mistress saw him like this, oh, she would say -”
”don't call her a wet baby!” Ron and Ginny cried out angrily at the same time.
”It doesn't matter,” Hermione whispered. ”It's distracted now, it doesn't know what it's saying -”
”don't lie to yourself, Hermione, it knows exactly what it's talking about,” Fred saw kretcher's disgust.
Kretcher was still purring, his eyes looking at Harry. ”Is that true? Is this Harry Potter? It must be true that kretcher was able to see the scar. It was the little boy who stopped the Duke of darkness, and kretcher doubted how he did it - ”