HP When Harry is a Genius

Chapter 134

Harry's first morning in Grimmauld Place had been perfectly missed by him.

No matter how Ron pulled him, Harry, who was a thief the night before, just put his head under the quilt and remained motionless in the warm and comfortable thick cashmere quilt.In the end Ron had no choice but to get up by himself.

It was already noon when Harry was full of sleep.He opened the velvet curtains with bare feet, and the sunlight shone through the embossed glass into the whole room, coating the whole room with a layer of gold, warm.

Outside the window, the entire square was covered by snow, and he seemed to see Hedwig, who was not restricted by Sirius, soaring above the square.

Harry opened the window, and Hedwig landed on Harry's arm, pecking his fingers affectionately.

"boom--"

Kreacher appeared, wrapped in a snow-white towel, and the fur in his ears was as white and fluffy as cotton wool.It put a thick down coat on for Harry, and passed the plush slippers to his feet: "The cold comes from the bottom, please put on your shoes, little master. Dobby is going shopping, lunch is ready, You can use it now, or you can eat it later. However, remember to drink a glass of water on an empty stomach after washing, which is good for your health."

Tiredly, the elf put a cup of hot water on Harry's bedside table, and put Harry's change of clothes in the cabinet.and left.

Sirius was still sleeping in his own room on the top floor.Harry found Ron and Lupine in a toilet, dealing with an old ghoul.Ron has experience with this-the attic of the Burrow, that is, above Ron's bedroom, lived a ghoul that accompanied Ron growing up.When Harry lived in the Burrow the summer before last, he could hear the grunting ghoul banging on the pipe every day.

"While ghouls are ugly, they are not a particularly dangerous monster. They look a lot like cruel, somewhat treacherous, tusked trolls, and usually live in wizards' attics or valleys. In the barn, eat the spiders and moths there." Lupine taught Ron and Harry live.

Ron added: "Ghouls are always groaning and groaning and occasionally throwing things around. My one likes to knock on pipes."

Lupine said: "But they're basically simple-minded, and at worst they scream and scare anyone who happens to come across them. There's a special ghoul squad in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." , their mission is to get rid of the ghouls who live in the Muggle houses. However, in wizarding families, ghouls are often a topic of conversation after dinner, and even become pets for the whole family.”

However, Ron stroked his chest in pain, fearfully pointing to the blue-faced fang-toothed ghoul bound by the rope and waving its sharp claws at them, he said: "I don't know if other ghouls are simple-minded." But this one is extremely vicious and cruel! I suspect it is a ghoul disguised as a giant ogre!"

Lupine smiled and asked Harry, "So Harry, are you going to keep this ghoul to eat moths and spiders for you?"

Harry snapped his fingers: "Kreacher!"

"Bang—" the house-elf appeared in response.

"Can I chase this ghoul away, Kreacher? Or is it Granny Black's favorite pet too?" Harry asked.

"No! How could this monster be the mistress' pet! Even if the prodigal son would like this kind of thing, the mistress wouldn't like it either! Kreacher hates ghouls who stay in the house!" The elf hoarse like a bullfrog voice screamed.

"Okay then, I'll take it to Hogwarts and use it as teaching material for the students," said Lupine.

"Is little master hungry?" Kreacher handed Harry a glass of milk, "Does little master want to have lunch now, or do you want to eat something small to fill your stomach first? Kreacher has prepared pumpkin pie and chocolate muffin , Fried jam donuts, bacon jerky and other small snacks for the little master as snacks."

"Professor Lupine and I have been up for so long, why didn't you ask us if we want to have snacks? Fortunately, Dobby was still at home at that time, so we had breakfast." Ron said dissatisfied.

Kreacher bowed to Ron, but read in dissatisfaction: "Kreacher doesn't want to serve werewolves and little scum, if the mistress sees her beloved house being defiled by werewolves and little scum, what should she do?" Sadly."

"Defiled?! We are cleaning this house!" Ron exclaimed dissatisfied.

"We also cleaned up the ghouls for you, Kreacher," Lupine said with a smile.

Kreacher's pale eyes suddenly widened, and he was babbling faster than before. "The little scum and the werewolf were talking to Kreacher as if they were my friends, and if Kreacher's mistress saw him with such a man, oh, what would she say—"

"Kreacher!" Harry shouted, he seemed to be in tears again, he said aggrievedly: "But Ron and Professor Lupine are my friends with Sirius, can you respect them? If you and If my friends don't get along well, I'll be very embarrassed."

Kreacher looked at Harry's teary eyes, and anxiously assured: "Kreacher will not make things difficult for the little master! Kreacher will get along well with Master Ron and Professor Lupine, even though Kreacher doesn't like them."

Harry nodded movedly, drank the hot milk and returned the cup to the elf, "Then let's have some stomach-filling snacks first, and we will have lunch together after Sirius wakes up."

Kreacher went down respectfully.

"It's a good thing Hermione didn't come," said Ron, looking at Kreacher's back, putting his arm around Harry's neck and making a face, "otherwise she would meet these house-elves, who knows what would have happened. I guess Kreacher must have had a hard time with Hermione, and Hermione was a saint."

They returned to the living room and happily enjoyed the dessert prepared by Kreacher.The living room has been changed greatly, the pile of rubbish and ashes has been removed, the dirt on the tapestry has been washed, and the cobwebs in the corners have disappeared.The whole room smelled of detergent and disinfectant.

Kreacher's culinary skills once again amazed them greatly. His cooking skills were much better than those of the house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, and much better than Dobby's.

Harry thought Kreacher's chocolate sponge cake was the best he'd ever had.

With a pumpkin pie in his mouth, Ron happily sat down on the brand-new sofa, and then he jumped up again!

"What is this?!" Ron threw off the sofa cushions. It was a nest of dead velvet. "I cleaned up the sofa, why is this thing still there!" He shouted angrily.

"Probably Dobby and Kreacher purposely kept this here so we could have an adventurous surprise." Harry rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

Lupine giggled: "Purongrong has a spherical body and is covered with milk-yellow soft fur. Purongrong has a docile personality, allowing you to hug it, even if it is thrown around, it will remain indifferent."

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts picked up a velvet corpse and explained: "They are easy to take care of, and they will hum in a low voice when they are proud. From time to time, a very slender pink streak will emerge from the middle of its body. They have black tongues and stick them around the room like snakes, looking for food. Puffybacks are scavengers that eat everything from leftovers to spiders. But they especially like to stick up Tongues, up the noses of sleeping wizards, and eat their dried boogers."

"I know, Ginny once had one." Ron said as he walked away from the pile of corpses in disgust: "There are many little wizards who like pudding. This thing has a docile temperament, which makes them very popular in the wizarding world." pet."

"There is also a kind of velvet that looks very different in appearance, called Appaloosa Puffskein (Appaloosa Puffskein). Appaloosa Puffskein is an illegally bred variety of velvet, and the only one in the world New York has its feeders," Lupine added.

"Look, it's great! We learned about the pudding, so it's a very meaningful activity to explore the old house by ourselves." Harry said dryly to Ron.

"Hehe." Ron snorted through his nose.

Lupine looked at the huge creaking and shaking writing desk with a smile, and said cheerfully: "I suspect there is a Boggart inside, do you want to open it?"

"No! I don't want to be jumped in the face by a big spider again!" Ron protested loudly, his owl squeaking in his pocket second.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and Harry decided to wake Sirius up.

Harry climbed up the stairs until he reached the top landing, where there were only two doors, the one facing him had a sign that said SIRIUS.

There was also a small, dusty sign on the other door, with deep scratches in the paint underneath.

Harry looked at the sign carefully. It was an imposing little sign, with fortified handwriting, much like something Percy Weasley would nail on his bedroom door.It says:

[Without my express permission, entry is prohibited.Regulus Arcturus Black]

Harry shook his head and smiled, and cast a "clean up" spell on the dusty little sign.

He turned and knocked on the door of Sirius' bedroom.

"Come in!" The hoarse voice of the hangover man came from the room.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

On the big carved red sandalwood bed, a handsome man with disheveled hair was leaning lazily there.He was wearing a violet velvet pajamas, his large chest muscles were undoubtedly exposed, and his wheat-colored skin had a fine luster, which was extremely sexy.

Harry froze.

He swallowed unconsciously.

The damn golden bachelor!