"This is not a place to hide stolen goods!"
Early the next morning, as the sun had just risen, Mrs. Weasley's loud voice spread throughout the Order of the Phoenix stronghold.
"oops-"
"I love hearing my mother yell at people," Fred said with a contented smile, rubbing his eyes.
"It's nice for a change." George took over the conversation skillfully.
Ever since the twin brothers passed the Apparition exam, they used it everywhere they went.
For example, right now, they had just been woken up by Mrs. Weasley's loud voice, and they landed on Ron's bed with a "snap", slamming their poor brother awake.
"Hey! It just fell on me!" Ron groaned in pain.
"Yeah, there's no way!"
"We just woke up, maybe it's not aligned."
The twins explained insincerely, and Fred ran over and opened the door an inch or two to allow Mrs. Weasley's voice to enter the room more clearly.
"...It's completely irresponsible. As if we don't have enough troubles here, you have to drag a bunch of stolen cauldrons into the house..."
"Which idiot is this being scolded? How can he let his mother get angry freely?" George shook his head, "We must divert her attention as soon as possible, otherwise her anger will get bigger and bigger, and there will be no end. , for hours on end!”
"Oh, Sirius' mother started screaming again." Fred slapped his forehead.
Indeed, Mrs. Weasley's voice was almost completely drowned out as the piercing screams filled the air - it was so terrible.
However, at this same time, there was no sound at all in the study room where Maka was.
Ever since there were more people in this house, it has never been as quiet as before.
The reckless Tonks would always trip over something, or she would trip over something;
Mrs. Weasley was always ranting about all kinds of things, big and small, and couldn't stop all day long;
Leni does have an older sister who is always watching over her, but her older sister, who has always been very doting on her younger sister, is usually not very helpful at times like this. It is normal for this little girl to run around the house;
Mundungus would bring back a lot of messy things from time to time, and he almost used the warehouse in the back room as a dedicated stolen goods warehouse.
Maka actually doesn't hate this kind of environment. If it's more lively, it will always make life more interesting - as long as it doesn't disturb his precious sleep time.
So he had long been accustomed to casting a silence spell on the room before going to bed.
At this moment, the study door was suddenly opened, and a petite figure walked in cautiously. Of course, all this is silent, as if performing a comic pantomime.
Maka was huddled on the sofa piled with various books, notes, and papers. His slow and deep breathing, slightly rising chest, and tightly closed eyelids proved that he was in a deep sleep.
The little figure stood next to Maka, bent over, then stretched out his fingers and pointed at Maka's head.
Of course the person coming was Leni, who was usually the most noisy. A few days ago, she was caught by Maka and slapped on the forehead several times because she stepped on Harry and knocked him unconscious. Now she was obviously trying to regain her position. .
However, today she ran over excitedly early in the morning, only to find that she couldn't move after several poses.
She thought about it, and finally sat down on the ground and pouted angrily.
"Stinky Maka! Bastard Maka! Big bad guy! Leni is in a good mood today, so I'll let you go once! If you dare to flick Leni's forehead next time, Leni will really take revenge..."
Anyway, under the effect of the silence curse, no matter how arrogant or scolding she was, she would not wake up Maka. Leni couldn't help but get happier and happier as she scolded, pointing at Maka's nose and laughing.
"... cluck... bastard Maka! Get up! Get up and flick Leni's forehead! Let's see if Leni can pop your brains out—"
While cursing, Leni suddenly realized something was wrong, and her smile immediately froze.
"... W-when... was there a sound again?"
"Ha-" Maka, who still had her eyes closed, suddenly yawned, "Of course it starts with me planning to listen to what you are saying..."
"ah-"
Leni jumped up quickly and spread her legs to run, but found that she was already floating in the air.
"What? You want to sleep with Xiaoqi and the others again?" Maka said lazily, squinting her sleepy eyes.
"You don't want it!" Leni shouted for help, "Leni doesn't want to sleep with the big spider! Bastard Maka, you devil! Let Leni go!"
Maka retracted her wand, and Leni immediately adjusted her landing posture flexibly and stood firmly on the floor.
"It's okay if you don't want to sleep with Xiao Qi and the others. Go and get "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" from the bookshelf." He waved his hand.
"Are you going to copy books again?" Leni said with a sad face.
"Don't you want to copy it?"
Maka glanced at her meaningfully, and Leni immediately shook her head.
"Copy! Leni copies! Leni likes to copy books the most!" She said as she hurriedly ran to the bookshelf, "So, don't let Xiaoqi and the others come out! Just let them continue to sleep! "
"Same as last time, pick a favorite story and copy it - let me check it after you finish it!"
After saying that, Maka stood up, stretched, and then walked out of the study.
Behind him, Leni made an angrily face at Maka's back, then reluctantly held the book "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", pouting and lying on the coffee table next to the sofa to copy it. stand up.
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"Good morning, Lena."
After washing up, Maka came to the kitchen and was about to reach out to take the dinner plate brought by Lena, but was avoided by the other party.
"Mr. McClain, just sit down. Please let me do these things..." Lena said quietly, "This is what I want to do."
Maka could feel that she really enjoyed doing these ordinary housework, but she didn't do it entirely out of preference.
Needless to say, she must have done this for the sake of her little sister Leni who always made trouble when she had nothing to do.
Maka shrugged and sat down at the dining table, waiting for Lena to bring breakfast to the table.
At the other end of the table, Lupine was reading the new issue of the Daily Prophet. Although there had been nothing to read recently, it could still be used to pass the time.
Outside the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley's curses and Sirius' mother's screams continued, making people have a headache.
In such a noisy atmosphere, Maka finished her breakfast without caring, stroking her round belly and planning to go to Sirius to get a new mission report.
At this time, Mrs. Weasley seemed to have finished scolding, Sirius also covered the portrait again, and the room finally became much quieter.
Then, Maka met the twin brothers and Harry on the stairs on the second floor. They seemed to have just gotten up - Harry was so sleepy that his eyelids were still drooping!
"Good morning, Maka." Hermione said immediately.
"Oh, good morning." Maka said with a smile, "It's so lively here every day, isn't it?"
"Sorry, mom is always like this-" "No, no, no..."
Ron was about to say something, but was interrupted by Maka.
"No need to apologize, I think it would be better if it was more lively." He said, "At least it feels like home. I like it very much."
A few people chatted casually and then passed each other. Maka was about to continue walking to the study when she heard a muffled muttering from behind.
"...the annoying old prodigal son, leading his little brats to ruin the mistress's house..."
"Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old Kreacher if she had any knowledge, if she knew what kind of scum the unfilial son had brought into her house?"
"...Oh, what a shame. Mudblood, werewolf, thief and liar, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"
It was an old house elf, almost naked except for the dirty rags wrapped around his waist.
His skin was loose and wrinkled, and although his head was bald like all house elves, a large amount of white hair grew out of his two big ears like bat wings.
The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose drooped, just like a gray carrot with a bald head.
The elf seemed to be just passing by downstairs, not paying attention to the other people going down the stairs.
As if he couldn't see them, he dragged his feet, bent his back, and walked slowly, step by step, to the other end of the corridor, muttering in a low voice, as hoarse as a bullfrog.
"Good morning, Kreacher." Fred greeted him louder than usual, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.
The house elf froze immediately. He stopped mumbling words and showed a very obvious, but very suspicious look of surprise.
"Kreacher didn't see the young master just now." He turned around and bowed to Fred.
But his eyes were still fixed on the carpet, and he continued to say at a volume that others could hear: "Oh, it's that annoying little brat from the old prodigal's family."
"I'm sorry?" George said, "I didn't seem to hear the last sentence clearly."
"Kreacher didn't say anything," the elf bowed to George again, and then murmured in a soft but clear voice, "These are his twin brothers, a pair of mischievous little bastards."
The elf straightened up and looked at them all with baleful eyes, evidently believing that none of them could hear him, for he went on talking again.
"And there's that Mudblood standing there, so careless and unscrupulous. If my mistress knew—"
"Kreacher!" Maka poked her head out from upstairs and waved to him, "Just in time, go help me put the latest mission report in Sirius' room into the study."
"Oh, the distinguished Mr. MacLean..."
Kreacher immediately recognized Maka's voice, and he bowed deeply, almost comically low, with the tip of his big droopy nose almost flattened on the carpet.
"...Yes, old Kreacher is willing to serve you." He said respectfully, and then disappeared on the spot.