[HP] Noble

The cleaning work is quite simple for the time being, the children only need to pull out the vixen who is hiding behind the curtains and throw them viciously into the metal buckets that have been prepared earlier - Mrs. Weasley is indeed a good hand at housework Good hand, the bucket she prepared is not deep at all, but the group of little fools who made the dung all over the curtains will always scream and pull each other's legs to climb up. Of course, the end result is that no one can climb up. come up.

"Of course, it's common sense about housework." Mrs. Weasley said quickly, but unfortunately there seemed to be an impatient annoyance in her voice, "It's always mostly men here, and when the topic of cleaning is mentioned, it's always Take it quickly—”

The slightly chubby middle-aged woman looked very kind, and she also taught Scorpius a new cleaning spell specifically for cleaning cloth-"I think these curtains should be replaced, but Dumbledore said , we need to save money." Mrs. Weasley looked critically at the curtains, cleaning every stain she could find under her eyelids, and the curtains began to emit a special smell after using a cleaning spell— —It’s a bit like fried scrambled eggs, mixed with Hu Meizi’s grassy stool smell, to be honest, this smell is really a bit fatal——

Scorpius silently turned his face away and groaned.

"I think he's actually right, too, that our funds aren't so - oh, Scorpius, dear, are you all right?" Mrs Weasley lowered her wand.

"He's very well, mother," said George Weasley, smiling.

"--look at what you say, George! You shouldn't be letting guests join in the work on their first day here--well, boy--put down your wand and go get a glass of cider or something, I may have been confused to teach you the Cleansing Charm, for God's sake, what you need more now is rest!"

After talking to Scorpius, Mrs. Weasley turned around and looked at George reproachfully. Scorpius noticed that when Mrs. Weasley turned to teach George a lesson, Fred walked around behind her and quickly He grabbed a few foxes from the iron bucket and stuffed them into a leather bag he found somewhere. The little Slytherin stood there raising his eyebrows calmly. When he turned his head, he found that George was winking with him. , and at this moment Mrs. Weasley had finished her lesson and was standing in the corner of the house, trying to mend a hole in the curtain.

"—They got a sum of money from nowhere, and now they are starting to invent all kinds of inexplicable things crazily." Hermione took the opportunity to put down a new iron bucket, and said to Scorpius in a low voice. Copi was a little surprised, according to usual experience, Hermione had already raised her voice to expose them——

"Of course," as if queuing up to talk to him, now looking at Hermione's back swaying away with a small iron bucket full of vixies talking to Scorpius, isn't it? Harry Potter, who knew when to appear, had a gloomy face, as if everyone owed him five hundred Galleons, and grabbed a vixen in the palm of his hand. Under Scorpius' horrified gaze, Harry used He cast a Burning Charm to burn it to ashes, clapped his hands and put the wand back in his pocket, "Actually, Hermione and George have been dating since the end of last term."

"Wow." Scorpius said with a stiff face, "This news is quite shocking."

"I think so, too," Harry replied gloomily, before turning and walking away.

Looking at the savior's dark clouded back, Scorpius decided not to talk to Potter until the dinner officially started, which really affected people's good mood.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​in a mess everywhere, the wallpaper has been put back by Mrs. Weasley, and the wall is no longer peeling off. The light is still dim, and the carpet under the feet still cannot see the original color. At the end of the corridor of the house—— Facing the gate, there is also a portrait of screaming all day long. It is said that it is Sirius' mother.

The witch in the portrait actually looks very young, and if her face is wiped clean, she may still be pretty.It's just that her expression is a bit wrong, if everyone is too busy to cover her up, she will scream at everyone who enters the house through the gate——

The portrait of this woman is like a fixed blood tester-she will call Hermione "dirty mudblood", she will call Ron "poor people's purebred betrayer", and the one with pink hair The young witch also received the same treatment as Ron, and there were all kinds of novel words such as "half-blood waste" and "residue", and she never said she missed it.

The most amazing thing is that she once called a poor member of the Order of the Phoenix "one-eighth hybrid monster!" when everyone silently looked at the down-and-out middle-aged man, he stammered and confessed His grandmother was a half-blood wizard, and according to Hermione, there was a consensus that he was a pure-blood through and through.

Since then, someone has checked almost every 10 minutes to make sure the portrait is well covered and not showing a corner.

Hermione took Scorpius to see Regulus's room - to Scorpius' surprise, in this dilapidated house that was about to collapse, only Regulus's room was spotless and looked absolutely clean. It's not impromptu cleaning - in fact, it looks like it's being cleaned every day.

"...I thought the relationship between Professor Black and his brother was not good?" Scorpius looked at the silver-green color of the room, touched the neat and soft quilt on the huge post bed, and was dumbfounded.

"Yes," Hermione's lips were drawn into a line, "didn't I tell you there was a poor, long-forgotten house-elf here?"

bah—

"Kreacher doesn't want Miss Mudblood's sympathy, Kreacher's honorable little master's room doesn't allow Miss Mudblood to come in - and bring her dirty - oh!"

A sharp voice was stuck in his throat as if someone had silenced him suddenly. Scorpius lowered his head, only to see an old, dirty house-elf timidly looking up at him, this house-elf The difference between the elf and the Malfoy Manor is too far. The dirty tea tablecloth on it looks like it has been around for some years. It is so dirty that you can’t see the color. It makes people wonder if this house elf sleeps in it every day. In the coal pile.

"You're a pureblood," said the house-elf named Kreacher tremblingly. "A... Slytherin?"

Scorpius: "..."

Does everything that's aged in this house have lineage identifiers attached to it?

Seeing that the house-elf was almost out of breath with excitement, despite Hermione's nervously calling it "relax", Scorpius nodded a bit confused, and said hesitantly: "Okay, I A Slytherin indeed... er, Kreacher, nice to meet you? My name is Scorpius G..."

"A Slytherin!" Scorpius' self-introduction was interrupted mercilessly by the elf's cheers, "There is finally a long-term Slytherin in this room! Dear Mr. Snape and Mr. Malfoy, they always I don’t want to stay here for too long—of course! Kreacher understands them! Kreacher also wants to leave! But Kreacher can’t! The mistress will be lonely, and the young master’s room also needs to be cleaned!”

Scorpius smiled awkwardly at Hermione: "It seems that my existence is quite important."

"The air here is messed up by Mudbloods, and with a Slytherin, Kreacher can breathe!" The elf nodded eagerly and frantically, almost touching his forehead to his toes superior.Scorpius cleared his throat, deciding not to look at the expression on Hermione's face just yet.

It was Hermione who reassured him as he walked out of the room—"Don't feel uncomfortable," the Gryffindor girl said cheerfully, "We're all used to it, it's good that you get better service, I I think Kreacher would be glad you had Regulus Black's room."

"Reggles Black?" It was the umpteenth time Scorpius had heard that name today.

"It's Sirius' younger brother, the kind of blood—" Hermione showed the expression she used to when she was doing science education—

"already dead."

A lazy, habitually drawn-out voice came from the end of the stairs under the two of them.

Scorpius leapt forward and threw himself on the banister of the stairs and looked down, just in time to see a platinum-blonde head. Neatly dressed, Draco Malfoy was leaning against a worn pillar in the corridor, looking up lazily.

"He used to be a Death Eater, but he's long since dead."

Draco said without expression.

"Draco!"

The person whose name was called opened his hands subconsciously, catching the little Slytherin who jumped down halfway up the stairs.

Both of them staggered, and finally they both hit the pillars, and some dust fell from the ceiling.Draco's back slammed against a corner with such force that the Slytherin prince frowned quietly in pain.

"You'll never get the point," Draco muttered gloomily.

"Reggles Black, I know!" Scorpius said with a smile, "Draco, will you stay and have dinner with us?"

Draco lowered his head and looked at the face that was very close and smiling into a flower, silent for a moment, and finally showed some impatience and pushed the person in his arms away, Scorpius seemed to be very used to it, and grabbed his sleeve smoothly, De Laco sighed helplessly, and taught harshly: "You have to behave like a little girl? You will be in the third grade when school starts again—are you going to show jokes to the freshmen in the first grade?"

"Why did you come here?"

"Let me go and talk."

"Is Professor Snape here?"

"let go."

"What are you doing here?"

"Scorpius Great!"

"doing what?"

"Let go of my sleeve!"