Chapter 206 Cliche's conspiracy
Hermione's face looked extremely ugly. She really didn't expect that she would be treated like this when she helped Cliche speak.
This is like a blow to the fledgling little Virgin.
It would be fine if the other party didn't appreciate it. However, not only did Clice not appreciate it, he also launched an unparalleled stinking attack on her, which made her scalp tingle a little.
"But I obviously want to help you..."
The little witch's tears were circling in her eyes, and she defended herself in a low voice.
"Clice wants to quote a young master's words - the young master Sirius."
Clice didn't wait for Sirius to say anything, and continued, "Clice advised you not to stretch your nose." Message nosy, you need to care the most is yourself."
"He was right." Ron said to Harry silently with his lips.
If this were what Slytherin like Draco said, Ron's evil curse would have flew out long ago.
But Fangsheng said this sentence: the Black family's house elf. Even an enlightened pure-blooded family like Ron does not agree with Hermione's view on liberating the house elf.
In that sentence, it is just that the control is a bit too wide.
God knows how much Mrs. Weasley wants to get a house elf to help her share the housework. It is so tiring to take care of so many children.
If there was a house elf who could help share the housework, maybe Mrs. Weasley would be much easier.
Vivi sighed and held the crying Hermione in her arms.
"You can't force others to accept your thoughts, Hermione." She said softly: "The freedom you understand is nothing more than poison in the eyes of the elves. We need not only learn spells in school, but also learn to give up. Help others' plots and respect the fate of others."
Hermione nodded hesitantly. Vivi said something reasonable, and Hermione was willing to obey.
"Get some food." Weiwei rubbed her messy hair and said, "I've been busy all day and haven't eaten yet. Let's try Kliche's skills. Maybe after you taste it, I will understand why so many wizard families want to adopt a house elf. "
"It should be worth admitting that the chicken legs are delicious." Ron held the chicken legs with both hands and said happily: "I never thought I could have such delicious chicken legs." "You know you've eaten it, Ron." Hermin said angrily, but he didn't take Ron's anger for it.
It should be said that Kliche has good skills and is the best among the elves in the house.
Even Vivi, a person who has always been picky about food, eats more than usual.
Clicker was still wiping something down, no one noticed a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.
After the meal, Lupin and Sirius went outside to clean up the courtyard, and Ron also joined in the fun.
Hermione didn't want to face Cliche, so she followed Ron out of Black's house.
Seeing that everyone left, Kassandra pulled the corners of her mouth and looked at Vivi. "I never knew you were so full of food, Grindelwald." She spread her hands and felt helpless, "I really hope that Pote can support you."
"I once reminded you, Cassandra." Vivi looked at Cassandra's flat chest with a smile: "Eat more food, and the nutrition can keep up - grow up."
< br>"Oh, then it seems that your meal is not in vain." Kassandra retorted, "It seems that Pot likes to be fatter, right? Pot?"
Harry's His attention was not at all here, and his head suddenly felt a little painful.
God knows how long it has been since his head hurts. Since that notebook was wiped out, his head has never hurt again. He has even forgotten what this pain really feels.
Vivi did not use words to refute Cassandra, but gave her a mysterious smile, and then reached back to grab the shirt and lifted it back in the other party's puzzled eyes. —
The shirt is pasted back and perfectly shows Vivi’s curves.
That small waist is only one.
As the saying goes, the King of Chu is very thin, and most of the palace starves to death. Princess Xixi likes thin waist. Although it will not make everyone in the palace starve to death, people around are indeed pursuing this slenderness. The waist is beautiful with a slender waist.
As her personal female official, Vivi is naturally also has a slim waist. "It's really a deformed aesthetic." Kassandra said contemptuously, but there was an unstoppable envy in her eyes.
Her mouth is always hard. "How did you practice it?" Pabi floated over enviously, and even reached out to flip Weiwei's waist.
It almost closed, Pabi was very envious.
"Don't think about it, Sweetin." Cassandra disliked him very much, "You don't even look at you, you are the fattest one--"
Paby did not refute Cassandra's words, but sat on the chair and placed her chest on the table.
As the saying goes, facts are better than words, Cassandra's face suddenly pale. She looked at Papi in shock, and then mechanically turned her head and looked out the window. "Ah, I lost my color." Pabi muttered.
"Okay, don't sing and reconcile." Harry began to use his tangible big hands to control the balance. "You said you are the same, join forces to bully Cassandra--"
"Oh oh oh, Harry felt distressed." Pabby smiled cleverly and held his hands behind his back, bent down and looked up at Harry, "You are feeling sorry for Cassandra, right? You are feeling sorry for Cassandra, right? I knew you like her ——”
Wei was stunned.
No, which side of you are from?
No wonder Cassandra called her stupid donkey. If I had known that I should have personally...
"No, I have a headache." Harry changed the subject and dared not go deeper. What if Weiwei had a magic wand and murderous intention to arise?
When saying this, Harry reached out to hold the scar on his forehead.
"Heart?"
Vivi straightened up and asked vigilantly: "Is it the scar?"
"Yes." Harry nodded and replied, "I felt a stinging pain there. From the time I was eating just now, I always felt an ominous premonition..."
An ominous premonition?
Cassandra turned around, looked at Harry suspiciously, and looked at Vivi again.
"Is it Tom Riddle?" Vivi frowned and asked, "You should know, Harry, once your scar hurts, it means that Riddle should be nearby... Think about it , from the first grade you meet Kilow, and then to the second grade diary... As long as it is related to him, it will cause your scar pain..."
When it comes to this, Vivi always feels I seemed to have caught something, but let it slip away. "That's right." Pabby nodded, "You might as well think about what causes his scar pain."
"We first use the exclusion method." Weiwei stood up and walked back and forth a few steps, "firstly exclude people who have been in Hogwarts, such as Professor Lupin, and Mr. Black- You have been in contact with them all the time, and getting along with them has not caused you a headache, so they are absolutely safe. "
"There are also Hermione and Ron." Weiwei continued to rule out "It is even more impossible for them to become Riddle's hosts... and Cassandra and Pabi, it is also impossible..."
"And you." Cassandra suddenly Said leisurely: "Think about it, Grindelwald--Harry's head has started to hurt since you came to Black's old house..."
I didn't listen to Cassandra's words OK, after hearing this, Weiwei suddenly smiled.
"Is that?"
She asked back, walked to Harry, leaned down and kissed Harry gently on his forehead. "Do you feel it? Harry?" she asked softly.
The beautiful girl's beautiful hair poured down, and the fragrance of her hair was lingering on the tip of her nose. Harry hurriedly raised his legs and denied repeatedly: "No, no--"
"Look, he didn't respond." Weiwei showed a protesting smile.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Cassandra half-squinted her eyes and complained: "Now is not the time for you two to flirt with each other. You should know that Pote's old enemy is in this house..." "As I said," Vivi looked up and down the restaurant and said to Cassandra: "There are only two suspicions, one is this kitchen, and the other is Clice--I want to Want to see, Harry didn't feel a headache, whether at the door or in Mr. Black's bedroom. Why did he feel this way when he came to the kitchen?"
Cassandra Pull out the wand from your arms and tap it in the air.
"Revelio (the original form appears)!"
The spherical magic spread rapidly to all directions and to every corner of the room. "Have you found anything?" Pabi asked with concern.
"There is a red figure." Kassandra pointed behind Vivi and said, "It's the size of a house elf. He held a meat-climbing knife in his hand and was looking at Greene. Devo poked it away. "
After the words, a crisp tingling sound of gold and iron fighting came from the room.
"It seems that my armor curse is still too late." Vivi smiled at Cassandra, "but this poor house elf seems to have been put on the Soul-Snatching Curse."
"Don't hurt his life!" Harry said quickly, "Leave a living, we need to know what happened."
Vive hooked his fingers, and the old Clice floated from behind her Get up.
He was also holding a cold-lit meat-cutting knife in his hand, and he knew it was very sharp at first glance. "Clicher... needs to complete...the young master's order!" Clicher growled.
"The Young Master's Order?"
The three of them looked at each other and asked together: "Which Young Master you are talking about is?"
"The only young master of Clice... …Only one…” Clicher’s eyes were red and he roared and roared: “That is the noble Master Regulus Black!”
Reulus?
"Isn't Regulus dead?" Harry frowned and said, "I heard Phoenias say some time ago that the Black family is now the godfather, a male, left." br>
However, Clicher struggled and said, "Master Regulus is still alive! He ordered Clicher to purify Black's old house at all costs--"
At this time, Sirius and Lupin listened When I got to the sound inside, I rushed back from outside.
"Regules?" Sirius quickly stepped forward, grabbed Clicche's bed sheet collar and roared, "You mean Reggules is still alive?! Where is he!"
"Clicker can't say it!" Clicker's face was filled with a happy smile that looked at death: "It is Clicker's greatest honor to die for the last successor of the Black family-"
Heard Sirius's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot when he said this.
No, Clicche?
What the hell do you mean?
I am still alive! Live well! I am the last successor of the Black family - even though he has been expelled from the Black family, his bloodline will not be faked!
But Kliche obviously had an incorrect state, and he looked like he had been completely put on the Soul-Snatching Curse. "This is how it goes." Harry said after pondering for a moment, "I'll go to school and ask Professor Snape to borrow some real spit..."
"Is there any loan?" Sirius said viciously: "We use the real sperm of snot sperm to respect him..."
"Godfather." Harry coughed twice awkwardly: "We have already I promised Dumbledore that I would not continue to fight Professor Snape."
"Okay—" Sirius said in a lengthening voice: "But I still keep my reservations, we don't need it." Go and borrow snot snot snot slut..." "I believe Professor Snape is willing to help, and so is Professor Dumbledore." Harry said to Sirius, and the evil plan in his heart was officially launched.
As for Christmas, of course, the principal and Professor Snape are required to work overtime together.
Don’t think you can have some leisure time in school. Voldemort ran to No. 12, Grimo Square, and you can still eat well and sleep. That’s too much?
"Let's watch Clicche here first." Vivi said to Harry, "Don't worry, we won't hurt him - Besides, he, a house elf, cannot cause trouble to us, either. Any threat."
"I would recommend you not to take it lightly," Harry reminded: "Clicheko has lived in this old Black house for a long time. We don't know when he was controlled by Voldemort. , but what we can be sure is that he has plenty of time to make this old house a trap. "
After the words, the whole room suddenly darkened, as if the sun suddenly set. "I really didn't expect that you still have the potential to be a crow's mouth." Kassandra's tone was leisurely, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.
"Lumos (Fluorescent Flash)!" Harry took out his wand and illuminated the entire room.
He threw out several balls of Gublai fairy fire and suspended it around the room for lighting.
As a permanently burning high-level flame that does not require any fuel, the Gublai Fairy Fire is the most suitable flame for lighting.
It was also at this moment that Kliche's figure suddenly disappeared into Sirius's hands.
"Be careful!" Sirius and Lupin pulled out their wands together and prepared for battle!
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