[hp] warm as jade

"Let's deal with those after lunch, I suppose." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the dusty glass-doored cabinets on either side of the fireplace, which were filled with all sorts of oddities: a batch of rust Spotted daggers, animal paws, a coiled snakeskin, and a large pile of dull black silver boxes and so on.

The doorbell rang again.

"Stay here," said Mrs. Weasley firmly, grabbing up their morning's work. "I'll bring up some sandwiches."

She walked out of the room and closed the door carefully behind her.Immediately, everyone rushed to the windows and looked down the front steps.

"Mundungus!" said Hermione, "what's he doing with all those cauldrons?"

"Probably looking for a safe place to hide," said Harry. "Isn't that what he was supposed to be doing the night he was following me? Snatching up an unknown cauldron?"

"That's right!" said Fred. "My God, Mom must be upset..."

He and George went and stood in the doorway, listening carefully.

"Mundungus was talking to Sirius and Kingsley," Fred said in a low voice, "I can't hear you very clearly... Do you think we can take a risk with an extendable ear?"

"Maybe not." George winked at him, "Don't forget, we have a full member of the Order of the Phoenix here!"

"Oh, that makes sense, George." Fred jumped to Rong Jiu's side vigorously as if he had discovered a new world.But at this moment, there was an explosion-like sound downstairs, and everyone could clearly hear Mrs. Weasley screaming at the top of his voice.

"We're not a place to hide stolen goods!"

"I love hearing Mum yelling at people," said Fred with a contented smile, opening the door an inch or two to allow Mrs. Weasley's voice to come in more clearly. It tastes really good."

"How can those fools let her get mad," said George, shaking his head. "She's gotta be distracted early, or she'll grow angry and rave for hours on end. Mum has been looking for a chance to fix him since Dungus went AWOL while he was ordered to stalk Harry."

Fred shrugged.

Everyone in the room tilted their heads, listening carefully to Mrs. Weasley's shouts.But at this moment, a house elf came sideways.

Except for a dirty rag around the waist, like a loincloth that men in tropical countries use to cover their bodies, it is almost naked.It looked very old, with more skin than his body seemed to need, and though his head was as bald as all house-elves, there were growths growing out of his large, bat-like ears. A lot of white hair.His eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as large as a pig's.

For a moment, Rong Jiu thought of Dobby, now Dobby looks much cuter, although the master can't give them clothes, but magic can change many things.Look at the little elf in front of you again, it's so hot-eyed.

The elf didn't notice the others at all, as if he couldn't see them, hunched over, shuffled, and walked slowly, step by step, across the room, muttering in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog :

"...smells like gutters and convicts. She's no better, nasty old loser, leading her young wretches to ruin my mistress's house. Oh, my poor mistress, if she Now, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew what kind of scum they put into her house. Oh, what a shame, Mudbloods, werewolves, liars and thieves, poor old Kreacher, What can he do?..."

"Hello, Kreacher," Fred said loudly.

Kreacher froze immediately, no longer murmured words, but made a very obvious but suspicious look of surprise.

"Kreacher didn't see the young master just now," it said, turning and bowing to Fred.With its face still on the carpet, it said again in a voice quite audible, "It's the old bastard's nasty brat."

"Excuse me?" said George, "I didn't catch that last sentence."

"Kreacher didn't say anything," said the elf, bowing again to George, and then said in a soft but clear voice, "here's his twin, a bunch of queer little wild bastards."

Although the atmosphere was not suitable, Rong Jiu still burst out laughing.

I really want to bring Draco here, maybe they will have a common language?

"...and this girl, Kreacher doesn't know her name. Oh, and there's a new boy, what are they doing here? Kreacher doesn't know..."

"Hi Kreacher." Rong Jiu greeted with a smile, "I'm Cassiopeia Malfoy."

"Is this true, Miss Malfoy?" Kreacher's eyes widened, but he quickly lowered his head again, "Oh, the Malfoys are actually together with these despicable bastards, it's shameful depravity, Like that nasty old scum family..."

Rong Jiu bent down and said in a low voice: "Maybe you can ask the portrait of your mistress what I am doing, and you will know how to speak."

Kreacher looked at Rong Jiu hesitantly with gray eyes, saw her blinking at it, immediately lowered his head, and continued to mutter something, but instead of going inside, he turned around and walked out Room.

"What the hell are you doing?" George asked with interest.

Rong Jiu replied sincerely: "You fool."

In the afternoon, they continued to clean the house.But when Mrs. Weasley was about to throw those unknown things away, Rong Jiu stopped her.

"Mrs. Weasley, can these things be stored in an unused room?" She asked, "These things have a certain history, and it would be a pity if they were thrown away."

"But dear, you know, they're troublesome to keep outside." Mrs. Weasley looked at her troubled.

"So it's okay to find an unused room to keep it," Rong Jiu tried hard to convince Mrs. Weasley, maybe because of her different experiences, she likes these things that contain history and culture, and she doesn't want to look at them Abandoned like this, "You also said that I don't know what they are used for. What if they can play a key role one day? This house is so big, it is no problem to open one as a utility room Bar?"

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Weasley couldn't hold her back, and finally agreed to her.When Rong Jiu heaved a sigh of relief and turned back to continue wiping the cabinet compartment, she saw a little pointy ears hiding outside the living room from the corner of her eye.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Snape appeared in the Order of the Phoenix.At that time, Rong Jiu was fighting with a dusty sofa with her hair tied and gloves on.Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the door: "Jiu, Professor Snape is here to pick you up."

"Really!" Rong Jiu kicked the crazy sofa away, without taking off the equipment, and rushed out of the living room.Snape was standing in the hallway, with his usual serious face and upright figure, watching Rong Jiu run wildly without any image, and then braked suddenly in front of him, his hair was messed up, with many broken hairs hanging down, caught by her Turning back, a dusty cat-like face was revealed, with a big smile on it: "Professor!"

"The shape is good." Snape crooked his lips and commented.

Rong Jiu looked down at her dirty clothes, curled her lips: "Mrs. Weasley doesn't allow us to use magic to solve the problem."

"You can use it now," Snape said softly.

Rong Jiu suddenly smiled brighter, turned her head and returned the glove to Mrs. Weasley, then trotted back, and drew out her wand——

"Wait, darling! You're a minor, you can't use magic outside of school!" Mrs. Weasley screamed and stopped her.

"She can." Snape glanced lightly at Mrs. Weasley, "as long as she's by my side."

"En!" Rong Jiu tidied herself up in a blink of an eye, and threw herself on Snape's arm, "Professor, are you going home?"

Snape lowered his eyes, glanced at his sleeve, shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Weasley!" Rong Jiu waved at Mrs. Weasley lively, and followed Snape out. Soon, there was a "bang" from the door, and their backs were caught. Closed the door.

"It's really a posture..." Ron exclaimed, "This is the first time I've seen Snape like this."

"She seemed really happy," said Harry.

Hearing this, Hermione quickly raised her head, glanced this way, and then quickly lowered her head.

Could it be... she can too?

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This is still the second day of the depositor-0-addition, miss you guys!