Chapter 202: Cleaning the Old House 2

Everyone quickly used magic spells, and then watched the messy kitchen become clean at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heavy iron pots and basins gradually become shiny, the old oil stains on the stone walls and floors are quickly decomposed and removed; the wooden table gradually turns into a bright champagne color from bottom to top.

The dark, greasy furniture was passed between the hands of several little dolls, and they were sprayed with detergent, scrubbed, flushed, and wiped in turn. When the last one put them back in the cabinet, they were all spotless.

Even Neville and Weasley, who came from traditional wizarding families, had to admit that nothing could be more "magical" than the scene before them.

Michael said with tears in his eyes: "Vide... you should have come to help earlier. I didn't even know you had prepared so many things..."

"It's not all my preparation - Mr. Marchionne lent me the new batch of products." Wade said: "It can be regarded as an experiment on their performance."

Neville said enviously: "I've always wanted to buy one...but the golem pet is too expensive, and grandma doesn't agree to buy it for me."

"Aslan Magic Workshop has been thinking of ways to reduce costs and increase production. Golem pets will definitely become cheaper and cheaper in the future."

Wade said: "I have never thought about what gifts to give you for Christmas. Now it's better. It saves me having to worry about it..."

"How can this be done?" Neville blushed, hurriedly waved his hands and refused, "It's too expensive! I can't accept it."

"This is very expensive in stores, but here it's always just the cost price, which is about two galleons," Wade said.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

If it cost two galleons, he would know how to return the gift.

The boy was excited and embarrassed at the same time, so he thanked him quietly.

"You don't have to be so polite." Wade smiled and said, "As long as you don't mind, everyone will receive the same gift."

Everyone laughed, remembering that last Christmas, Wade's gifts to everyone were the Book of Friends.

Of course, no one will think that he is perfunctory or that he measures the value of this gift based on cost price. Apart from being funny, there is also a touch of envy.

Who doesn't want to be such a person? Small things you make casually are useful and fun, and can bring great surprises to others.

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When the magic of the house is no longer resistant, cleaning the crabs and dolls is extremely efficient, and the wizards only play a supporting role and perform some tasks that they cannot complete.

For example, dealing with those foxes hiding behind the curtains, or the boggarts in the desk.

Two adult wizards gave the young wizards a lesson by the way. If it hadn't been getting late, Lupine would have wanted each of them to try to face a Boggart.

"It will see through your heart and become the thing you fear most." Lupine said: "The spell to deal with it is very simple, but don't underestimate this kind of creature. I know that some wizards will be frightened when facing Boggart. I was so scared that I forgot how to use magic.”

As he spoke, he drove the full moon floating in the sky into a box, as if he wanted to keep the Boggart.

There are also some seemingly ordinary utensils, such as snuff bottles or tweezers, that suddenly move when being cleaned. It is obvious that they have been enchanted with powerful black magic.

One little doll had its neck snapped off guard, and two others were damaged and could never be recovered, which made the little wizards feel extremely regretful.

These dolls are not simple tools like brooms and dustpans. They have human appearances, are hardworking and capable, and will make lifelike screams when they are hurt.

Therefore, those who died were like real companions, and Hermione couldn't even hold back a few tears. She was embarrassed to be seen by everyone, so she turned around and secretly wiped the corners of her eyes.

Everyone just pretended not to notice.

Ginny was very reserved when she first arrived, like an ordinary, shy little girl. But soon, when she expelled Hu Meizi, she showed a fighting ability that was far beyond her peers, which made people sit up and take notice.

What surprised Vader even more was Percy.

This Weasley, who had a poor image in the original work, now displays outstanding abilities.

After he passed the initial adaptation stage, he soon began to direct everyone's work and assign tasks, so that everyone could do whatever they wanted to collaborate with each other.

Although Wade felt that there was nothing wrong with playing and working at the same time, it was obviously more efficient. After tidying up the bedroom, they still had time to move on to the garden.

Percy's shortcomings are also obvious. He mentions his status as a prefect every three sentences and acts like a prefect all day long. Then it doesn't take long for the twins to make him so angry that he breaks his guard.

Dinner was prepared by Kreacher.

This house elf easily prepared a table of delicious food for everyone. Its cooking skills were excellent, and its French onion soup was unanimously praised by everyone.

Unfortunately, great joy brings sorrow - they laughed so loudly that they accidentally woke up Mrs. Black.

The portrait screamed: "Bastard! Bitch! Damn Mudblood! You rotten vampires! How dare you enter our house! Traitor! Kreacher! You betrayed me too! Betrayed Black!"

The other portraits screamed too.

Kreacher's face suddenly turned very pale, his thin body was shaky, and he said with tears: "Kreacher... Kreacher has been loyal to the great Black family for generations!"

He suddenly rushed to the fireplace, picked up the red-hot poker and stabbed himself.

"Wait, stop!"

Harry rushed forward and pressed Kreacher to the ground, trying to grab his arm to prevent him from hurting himself, but Kreacher had already branded his stomach, and the whole room was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

The girls were stunned, and then saw several boys running over and suppressing Kreacher together, stopping his cruel behavior.

Lupin hurried to pull the curtain, but this time it seemed very difficult. Sirius sat in his seat blankly, with his head down and no movement.

Wade covered his ears with one hand, then took out the friend book and quickly wrote a sentence on one of the pages.

Then he pulled Lupin and shook his head, asking everyone not to draw the curtain yet.

Not long after, a figure appeared in a blank portrait in the bedroom on the third floor. He quickly walked through several paintings and soon came to the hallway.

Every time the figure passed a portrait, the person in the portrait quickly quieted down. After a while, he walked into the portrait of Sirius' mother, Walburga Black.

"Walburga!" the man said.

The old lady's screams suddenly stopped, and her eyes, which had been rolling around, were fixed on the newcomer. Her expression was no longer crazy, but rather arrogant and rude.

After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice: "Phineas, what are you doing here?"

Lupin was surprised. It was the first time he knew that this portrait could speak normal words besides screaming and cursing.

The figure who broke into the portrait sighed and said: "Walburga, you should call me great-grandfather."