Chapter 286 Noisy Morning

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

Early the next morning, just as the sun was rising, Mrs. Weasley's resounding voice resounded throughout the entire Order of the Phoenix stronghold. X23US. COM updates the fastest

"oops"

"I love hearing Mom yell at people," Fred said with a contented smile, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not bad for a change." George took up the conversation skillfully.

Ever since the twins passed their Apparition exams, they've used it everywhere.

Right now, for example, they had just been woken by Mrs. Weasley's loud voice, and they fell on Ron's bed with a thud, slamming their poor brother awake.

"Hey! Just landed on me!" Ron moaned in pain.

"Yeah, no way!"

"We're just waking up, so maybe we're not aligned."

The twins explained insincerely, and Fred ran to open the door an inch or two, so that Mrs Weasley's voice could be heard more clearly.

"Totally irresponsible, as if our worries weren't enough, you're dragging this whole pile of stolen cauldrons into the house..."

"Which fool is being scolded? How can he let her get angry?" George shook his head and said, "you must divert her attention early, or she will grow angry for hours on end Already!"

"Oh, Sirius' mother is crying again." Fred slapped his forehead and said.

Indeed, Mrs Weasley's voice was almost completely drowned out by the piercing screech, which was terrible.

However, at the same time, there was no sound in the study where Maca was.

Since the number of people in this house has increased, it has never been quiet again.

The imprudent Tonks will always trip over something, or she will trip over something;

Mrs. Weasley was always ranting about all sorts of things, big and small,

Can't stop all day;

Leni has an older sister who is always watching her, but the elder sister who has always been very doting on her younger sister is usually not very useful at this time. 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 the warehouse in the back room was almost used by him as a special warehouse for stolen goods.

In fact, Maca didn't dislike this kind of environment. If it was more lively, it would always make life more humane, as long as it didn't disturb his precious sleeping time.

So he has long been used to casting a silence spell on the room before going to bed.

At this moment, the door of the study room was pulled open abruptly, and a petite figure walked in cautiously. Of course, all this is silent, as if performing a funny pantomime.

Maca was huddling on the sofa piled with various books, notes and manuscript papers. His slow and deep breathing, his slightly heaving chest, and his tightly closed eyelids proved that he was in a deep sleep.

The small figure stood still beside Maca, bent over and moved closer, then stretched out his hand and flexed his fingers, aiming at Maca's forehead.

Of course, the person who came here was Lainee, who was the most noisy on weekdays. A few days ago, she was caught by Maca and flicked her forehead several times because she stunned Harry. Now she is obviously here to make up for it. .

However, today she ran over excitedly early in the morning, only to find that she couldn't play after posing several times in a row.

She thought about it, and finally sat down on the ground, pouted angrily.

"Smelly Maca! Bastard Maca! Big villain! Lainey is in a good mood today, so let me let you go! If you dare to touch Lenny's forehead next time, Lenny will really take revenge..."

Anyway, under the effect of the sound-suppressing curse, no matter how much she scolded and how arrogant she would not wake Maca up, Leni couldn't help but feel happier as she cursed, pointing at Maca's nose and laughing loudly.

"...cluck cluck... bastard Maca! Get up! Get up and flick Lenny's head! See if Laney will pop all your brains out"

Cursing and cursing, Leni suddenly realized that something was wrong, and her smile immediately froze.

"...Wh, when...the voice again?"

"Ha." Maca, who still had his eyes closed, suddenly yawned, "Of course it started when I planned to listen to what you were talking about..."

"ah"

Leni jumped up hastily, and wanted to run away, but found that she was already floating in the air.

"What? Want to sleep with Xiaoqi and the others again?" Maca said lazily, narrowing her sleepy eyes.

"No!" Leni yelled for help, "Leni should not sleep with the big spider! You bastard Maca, you devil! Let go of Leni!"

Maca withdrew 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 Xiaoqi and the others, go to the bookshelf and get "The Tales of Beedou the Poet"." He waved his hand.

"You want to copy books again?" Leni said with a sad face.

"Don't want to copy?"

Maca glanced at her meaningfully, and Leni shook her head immediately.

"Copy! Leni copy! Leni likes to copy books the most!" She said, and ran to the bookshelf in a hurry, "So, don't tell Xiaoqi and them to come out! Let them continue to sleep! "

"It's still the same as last time, pick a story you like the most, and copy it for me to check!"

After all, Maca stood up and stretched, then walked out of the study.

Behind him, Leni angrily made a face towards Maca's back, then held the book "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" reluctantly, and copied it on the coffee table beside the sofa with her lips pouted. stand up.

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"Good morning, Lena."

After washing up, Maca came to the kitchen, just about to reach out to take the plate brought by Lena, but was avoided by the other party.

"Mr. McLean, just sit down, please let me do these things..." Lena said quietly, "This is what I want to do."

Maca could feel that she really liked doing these ordinary housework, but she didn't do it entirely out of preference.

Needless to say, she must have done it for the sake of her rambunctious younger sister Lainie.

Maca shrugged, and sat obediently at the dining table, waiting for Lena to bring breakfast to the table.

On the other side of the table, Lupine was reading the new issue of the Daily Prophet. Although there had been nothing to read lately, it was still useful to pass the time.

Outside the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley's scolding and Sirius' mother's screaming continued, causing a headache.

In such a noisy atmosphere, Maca finished his breakfast without hesitation, touched his round belly and planned to go to Sirius to get a new mission report.

At this moment Mrs. Weasley seemed to have finished cursing, Sirius also covered the portrait again, and the room finally became a lot quieter.

Then, Maca met the twin brothers and Harry on the stairs on the second floor. They seemed to have just woken up and Harry was so sleepy that even his eyelids were drooping!

"Good morning, Maca," Hermione said immediately.

"Oh, good morning." Maca said with a smile, "This place is really lively every day, isn't it?"

"Sorry, mom always does this" "No no no..."

Ron was about to say something, but was interrupted by Maca.

"No apologies, I think it would be better if it was more lively," he said. "At least it feels like 'home', and I like it."

A few people chatted casually, and then passed by. Maca was about to continue walking to the study, but heard a muffled murmur behind him.

"...that nasty old loser, leading his little bastards to ruin my mistress's house..."

"Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew, if she knew what kind of scum they put into her house?"

"...Oh, what a shame, Mudblood, Werewolf, Liar and Thief, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"

It was an old house-elf, almost naked save for a dirty rag round his waist.

His skin was loose and wrinkled, and though his head was as bald as all house-elves were, a mass of white hair grew out of his large bat-like ears.

The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was so big that it looked like a rotten gray carrot.

The elf seemed to be just passing by downstairs, paying no attention to the others descending the stairs.

As if he couldn't see them, he walked slowly, step by step, toward the other end of the corridor, hunched over and shuffling his feet, murmuring incessantly in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"Good morning, Kreacher." Fred greeted with a louder voice than usual, obviously expressing his dissatisfaction.

The house-elf froze immediately, and stopped muttering, but made a very obvious but suspicious look of surprise.

"Kreacher didn't see the young master just now." He turned around and bowed to Fred.

But with his face still turned to the rug, he said again in a voice quite audible: "Oh, it's the old prodigal's nasty little 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, "these are his twin brothers, a pair of queer little wild pups."

The elf straightened up, and looked at them all with a malicious look, evidently believing that they could not hear him, for he resumed his babbling.

"And that Mudblood, standing there carelessly and unscrupulously, if my mistress knew"

"Kreacher!" Maca poked his head out from upstairs and waved to him, "It's just right, you go and help me put the latest mission report in Sirius' room into the study."

"Oh, honorable Mr. Maclean . . . "

Kreacher recognized Maca's voice immediately, and he bowed so low that it was comically low, his big nose almost flattened against the carpet.

"...Yes, old Kreacher is willing to serve you." After he said respectfully, he immediately disappeared on the spot. )!!