[hp] stay out of it

"So, you're going to spend Christmas here? Not like, like, going back to school after a while?" Sirius said.

"Well, yeah, speaking of which... I woke up and stayed at school for the night, and Professor Flitwick gave me the note from Dumbledore - the Fidelity Curse? - and here I came, directly I was thrown into that cubicle." I looked down and noticed the Black family crest on the silver goblet: there were two five-pointed stars, and I instantly thought of the pattern I touched on the door panel just now.

"Maybe it's a brig or something?" I speculated.

"Oh, maybe," said Sirius, who wasn't very interested in the subject of how many hidden spaces there were in his own house, trying to tone down the accusation in his tone: "As for the places that fell outside the fireplace—I don't know." I know there's something wrong with the Floo network in this old house...but it's not surprising that it's broken, after all these years...Vincent, you should have informed us before coming here. Of course, it's a surprise to show up suddenly... "

I put down my glass: "Professor Flitwick sent several messages before coming here, but there was no response. We thought you were busy with something. But, I think I know what's wrong with your house." When I looked up, I happened to I saw Klicher walking towards the stairs by the door (obviously eavesdropping just now)-does it always look like this about going to commit crimes soon?

I watched Klitsch disappear around the bend, and said curtly, "This guy just burned my wand. Looks like I'll have to buy another one," before realizing I sounded a bit like a complaint.

Sirius and Lupine looked at each other, then the former gritted his teeth and muttered "Klitsch", then grabbed his wand and strode towards the direction Klitsch left, Lupine and I followed closely.

We made it all the way to the messy living room, where Sirius was asking Creech what the hell he was up to.Crouch hunched over, trembling, trying to salvage anything of value from the mess in the living room.Judging from the many decorations placed on the clean embroidered family pattern tablecloth, it has already completed a small part of the task during our conversation just now.

"What are you doing?" Sirius said coldly. "What do you do with picking out those rubbish—oh, yes, I just plan to throw them all away." As he spoke, he glanced up at the silver and green tablecloth where many of the Black family's collections were neatly placed.

Kerry was grabbing a pendant from the wall, saw Sirius' menacing eyes, screamed loudly, shifted to the tablecloth, and put his thin body in a blocking posture: "No, master can't throw them away !...This is something from the Black family!... Blasphemy, this is blasphemy!" It only dared to glance at Sirius from the corner of its eye to prevent rioting, while its big protruding eyes stared at me firmly and in disgust , this look made me sincerely feel that it just burned my wand just now, and it really showed mercy.

Klitsch's furious, hysterical look, coupled with his not-so-beautiful appearance even among house-elves, reminded me of Hugo's hideously ugly Quasimodo, but does this elf have Such a pure and beautiful heart as the bell ringer... oh, that's really debatable.

Sirius didn't take another look at the pile of collectibles, he said threateningly: "I'm not interested in your rags—you'd better tell me what good things you did behind my back this morning."

Klitsch breathed a sigh of relief for his bunch of babies, then tried his best to put on an innocent gesture, staring at Sirius' shoes and said slowly: "This morning? What did Kerry do this morning... Kerry got up , first dusted the family tree, and then cleaned the most precious collection in the Black family, which is the glory of the family..."

It went on and on about every detail of what it was doing, and Sirius stared at it and let it babble, but maybe in the way of figuring out what else in the house needed to be thrown away...

Kricht also realized this immediately, so he shut his mouth tightly, and swept his creepy eyeballs around. I met his eyes from the reflection of the glass on the ground.

Can't you take a good look at people?This guy probably has eye contact phobia or something.

"Oh, Master Sirius..." Kerry said in a hoarse voice, "Kricher thinks he understands what Master Sirius is talking about. It means refusing this little bastard of dirty blood to enter this house." matter?"

The filthy-blooded brat watched it blankly.Sirius rolled his eyes at the wording, then got to the point: "Aha, you did something to the fireplace. You can't do anything bad without you... I don't care if that cramped cubicle is What's the matter—so, are you determined to mess with me?"

Crouch bowed and flattened his long, limp nose to the floor ("Ugh!" I twitched the corner of my mouth).Its respectful tone is full of disobedience to Sirius: "Master told Klitsch not to let him / be / disturbed / disturbed."

"I was talking to you. Don't you understand that I mean being disturbed by you?" Sirius said a little grumpily.

"But the young master didn't say that at the time." Krich showed uncontrollable complacency, and at the same time had to show that he was very loyal due to his status, which made me panic for it. "Kricher is for the sake of the master, Klicer must consider every aspect."

"So all you can do is twist orders and do what you want?" Sirius glared at it in disgust.

"Master's orders are everything to Klicer." Klicer evaded the question.

"Wait," Lupine interrupted suddenly, "there's no shortage of language gaps if you're looking for them. Kerry, have you ever been out of the house? You've told the story of the Society." ?"

Klitsch stared down at the floor with innocent eyes, as if Lupine's questioning was just a little bit of meaningless wind.

"Answer him," Sirius ordered gravely.

Krich gave Lupine a venomous look, then turned his eyes away as if he had been insulted, and said without sincerity to his toes: "Haven't." Then a silent yet.

Sirius stroked the hair around his ear with his left hand, and turned to Lupine and said, "Huh? You think I have a good reason to cut off his head now, don't you?"

Lupine sighed, and was about to say something when Sirius suddenly said, "Have you got my permission, elf?"

——When Sirius was not staring at it, Krich put the locket in his hand into his pocket, then rolled up the tablecloth at his feet, curled up as best he could, and was walking towards the door.

Sirius said grimly, "It's one thing when you're supposed to go and glue yourself to the chopping board, it's another thing to take that crap back to the nest and hide it - leave the stuff behind."

Klitsch seemed to want to dawdle for a while, but Sirius' order was equivalent to a spell to him, so he let go of it with a swipe, simply and neatly.

"And the ones in your pockets—I finally see how your brain processes my commands," he said in an eye-opening tone.

Klitsch clutched his pockets and twitched comically, as if fighting for the contents of the pockets with some invisible person.

"Get out what you just hid in your pocket," Sirius added impatiently.

Kricht seemed to have a shofar wind, but in the end he took out the locket in a dignified way, and put his head down and offered it with both hands.

The locket was the size of an egg, an ornate S, framed with tiny emeralds - it was a Slytherin locket, no doubt about it.Maybe I'm preconceived, in short, in my opinion, that thing exudes a cold and evil atmosphere.

Sirius raised his eyebrows and reached for it.Unexpectedly, Krich yelled: "No, this is not allowed. Krich doesn't allow others to take it away." Then it twisted its whole body, as if fighting, and then disappeared into the living room with a bang .

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To explain, I feel that the part of Hogwarts should be more abrupt.In fact, it was about Dan Qi not pleasing to Bruce, and based on the information he got, he tricked Elaine, and pointed out euphemistically: "You are nothing more than a bag of embroidered pillows. The victory over the dragon is purely foolish." After that, everyone was fine. The mind of fighting, the duel fell through.Fleur felt sensitively that Bruce could keep his mouth shut, and then followed them to the Potions classroom to help Benelli prepare the imitation potion of thinking.

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Then Fleur fried the pan.so.

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Today's word count is relatively small.Because I think it's cool to break here XD