"Miss Tia, since you want to see Professor Snape so much, why have you said nothing and said nothing?"

Snape has left, and if he puts it, "I don't have so much time to see you with others, I look at you". X23US. Com updates the fastest

He may be looking at Maca's face, or for some other reason. In the end, he didn't say that.

"... I, I don't know what to say."

Haw looked at Maca with a curious expression on the wall by the door, and Tia replied timidly.

"So ... Professor Snape, have you seen anything, what are you going to do next?" Marka looked at Tia, who was shrinking, and smiled. "Don't be so nervous, I will not do anything to you. "

Tiya narrowed her thin lips and narrowed the hair covering the corners of her eyes behind her ears, her eyes dared not look at Maca.

"Am I terrible?" Marka touched her cheek, strangely.

Finally, after hearing this sentence, Tia subconsciously glanced at Maca's face.

"No, no ..."

When she saw Marka looking at her, she looked away again, but her tone of speech softened.

"... Mr. McLean looks kind and not terrible."

To be honest, this is the first time Maca has ever heard someone use the word "kindness" to describe him. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Really?" Maca nodded. "Yes, you said you were from the United States before, right? Then why your accent ..."

Putia lowered her head for a moment, and she could see that she didn't seem to want to remember those memories.

"... I grew up in an orphanage and the nuns who taught us to speak were British."

"Is the church orphanage?" Maca thoughtfully, "... that's not a good place."

This may sound like nonsense, but in fact, what Maca wants to express is more than just superficial.

I don't mention what his childhood was like, at least he used to go to several orphanages to do trivial "trivial matters" in order to allow a Muggle noble to take out the pound.

And in those orphanages, he had seen the situation of the so-called "orphanages" with his own eyes.

Combining Tia's various cowardly expressions, Maca also understood a little bit under her heart whether or not she was Voldemort, at least her weird personality was indeed explainable.

"Yeah ..." Tia nodded slightly. "That's not a good place."

"You graduated from Ifamonil? How about there? What do you teach?" Maca asked aside the previous topic.

The conversation between the two has been guided by Maca, and the conversation is very scattered, talking about each other, which makes Tia gradually relax.

Before long, Mrs. Weasley hurried downstairs to get up and dinner was ready.

Incidentally, Maca still faintly heard two loud noises in the bedroom where Harry was staying. It was probably that the brothers Fred and George were phantom again.

"Are you going to eat together today?" Maca smiled. "The others here are also good people and won't hurt you."

对 "Sorry, sorry ..." Tia seemed to be nervous again.

Maca waved his hands quickly: "It's okay, don't force it, let's talk next time! I'll let Lena send you some time later."

"... Thank you."

After thanking her softly, she retracted into the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

"The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs for dinner ..." Mrs. Weasley stood in the doorway of the bedroom not far away. "Everyone wants to see you, Harry ... And, yes Who left those **** rounds outside the kitchen door? "

"Crook Hill." Maca faintly heard Ginny's voice, "it likes to play with those things."

哦 "Oh," said Mrs. Weasley. "I think it might be Klitsch. He always likes to collect such weird things. Now everyone remembers to keep his voice down in the kitchen."

She paused and said, "Ginny, your hands are dirty. What did you do just now? Remember to wash your hands before eating."

Soon after, Mrs. Weasley turned and went downstairs, and Ginny soon followed. When the mother and daughter walked up the stairs, they both beckoned and smiled at Maca, begging him to come together.

Maka nodded, and let them go down first, while walking to Harry's bedroom.

"See my style ... what is it?"

"Harry"

Harry's slightly sullen voice and Hermione's helpless voice penetrated into Maca's ears almost simultaneously.

"Yes, I know," Harry sighed. "I'm just ... angry with myself."

He thought for a while and asked curiously, "Who is 'Cleche'?"

"The elf living in this old house," said Ron, "crazy! I have never met an elf like him before."

Hermione frowned at Ron.

"He's not a lunatic, Ron."

"His goal in life is to cut his head off and hang it on the plaque like his mother!" Ron said anxiously, "Is this normal, Hermione?"

"Cut off his head? Hang it on the plaque?" Harry said in astonishment.

"The plaques have been removed by Maca, or you can still see them on the wall," Hermione explained, and then stubbornly said to Ron, "I think that's abnormal, but it's not It's wrong! "

好的 "Okay ... yes, he's just a little weird, but that's not his fault." Ron blinked at Harry. "Hermione is still like this, isn't she?"

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Hermione said excitedly, "Isn't it just me that Marka wants us to treat Kreacher kindly?"

"Macaco just said, 'Don't care what Kreacher said' ..." Ron muttered.

"If you are willing to treat Klitsch with kindness, I think it is also good." Maca suddenly came to the door and smiled. "Well, come downstairs! I think Harry must be hungry ..."

"Oh, Maka ..." Harry was much more honest when he saw him, "Yes, I'm starving to death."

When the four came downstairs together, they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door. After some members of the Order left, many large locks and latches were locked again. Already.

"Let's eat in the kitchen below," whispered Mrs. Weasley when they met them under the stairs. "Harry, dear ... I think you have to lift your toes. After walking down that corridor, the kitchen will be Behind the door at the end "

"Stick your toes?" Harry said puzzledly.

Alas, before his words fell, everyone heard a bang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Tonks!" Madam Weasley turned back, exclaiming angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks was lying on the ground, hehe smiled, "It's all that stupid umbrella stand, I've been knocked down by it for the second time"

Alas, the words behind her were overwhelmed by a horrible, hissing scream.

"It's a portrait, Sirius' mother." Maca shrugged. "She cast a 'permanent paste spell' on the back of her portrait, which is really not easy to take off."

That being said, it ’s actually because Maca does n’t want to take the portrait down. That ’s one of the few thoughts of old Klitsch. Before some things are done, Maca thinks it ’s better to keep it. it is good.

探头 Harry looked at the probe and found that in the full-length portrait, an old lady with a black hat was screaming as if she was being tortured.

"That's Sirius's mother?" Harry said in surprise.

The old lady was drooling, she rolled her eyes, and the waxy skin on her face stretched out when she screamed, looking really creepy.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and dragged the curtain to cover the old lady, but the hook in the portrait was a little loose and not so easy to hang.

The old lady yelled louder, and she waved her skinny claws as if to tear their faces.

"Fifth time! Damn it! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You semi-demons, mutants, mutants, get out of here! How dare you slander my father's umbrella stand in this house"

Tonks apologized again and again, and put the huge, heavy, giant-legged shelf back up.

Mrs. Weasley temporarily gave up hanging the heavy curtain and continued to hang it up. She pulled out her wand and seemed to want to fix the broken hook first.

At the same time, a man with long dark hair ran out of a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you terrible old witch, shut up!" He yelled at the curtain that Mrs. Weasley had given up, and the old lady's face suddenly turned pale.

"Oh! It's you!" She widened her eyes ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and stared loudly at the man. "Pure blood traitor, I hate it! I feel ashamed of you!"

"I said! Shut up," the man growled.

After waiting for Mrs. Weasley to fix the hook again, several people worked hard for a while and hung up the curtain again, and the portrait of the standing height was finally covered up again.

The old woman's scream disappeared, there was no echo, and the hall was silent.

The man gasped slightly. He wiped his long black hair from the front of his eyes and turned his face to Maca.

"Hello, Harry!" His anger apparently hadn't faded, angrily, "I think you've met my mother."

呃 "Uh ... oh! Sirius ..." Harry wondered, "I think so ... but why is your mother's portrait here?"

"Did I say that?" Maca said, "This is the old house of the Black family, left by Sirius' parents.") Download a free reader !!