The house elf in front of me who was almost old must be the one in Sirius's mouth... Clice.

In Sirius' words:

It is a concentrated manifestation of the evils of the Black family.

It is indeed like a psychopath, arching his back and dragging his feet, wandering step by step, like a decaying ghost.

It muttered in a hoarse and low voice like a bullfrog:

"The friend of the master of the evil slap, stood secretly at the door of Master Regules.

Like the thief Montongus, they must have wanted to steal something."

Kliche wiped his eyes and whispered:

"My poor mistress, what would she say to Old Clicher if she had any knowledge underground and her son brought the scum into the house?

Mud breeds, werewolfs, liars and thieves, poor old Clice, what can he do…”

"What are you talking about, louder, Kliche." Hermione said with concern: "Are you unable to walk?"

She looked at Kliche so old that she thought it was uncomfortable and needed help.

But Klicchen's two light-colored eyes suddenly opened wide, and his mouth was chanting faster than before.

"Mibazhong actually talked to Clicher, as if she was my friend.

What would Cliche's mistress say when she saw him talking to such a person?"

William raised his fingers, just as he was about to shut up Klee when a rage came from behind him.

"Shut up, Clice! If I hear the 'mud breed' from your mouth again, I will drive you out of here!"

Sirius came over, he raised his fist and glared at Clicche in anger.

When Kliche saw Sirius, he immediately bowed deeply, his body was so low that it was ridiculous that it was a big pig's nose, crushed to the ground.

"Get up quickly." Sirius said impatiently, "Didn't I say, don't get close to my room?"

"Kliche is cleaning." The elf looked at him hatefully, "Kliche will serve the noble Black family for the rest of his life."

"So? The house is getting dirty every day? Are you cleaning it like this?" Sirius said disdainfully.

"Young Master always likes to make some jokes." Kliche bowed again, then lowered his voice and muttered:

"The young master is an annoying, ungrateful and vulgar man? He broke his mother's heart-"

"My mother has no heart? Clice." Sirius sneered: "It's entirely up to resentment to maintain life."

"No matter what the young master said," Kliche muttered: "The young master is not even worthy of polishing his mother's shoes soles.

My poor hostess? What would he say if he saw Clice serving the young master?”

Sirius obviously couldn't say Clichey? He was about to curse his old mother? William said:

"We don't know what your mistress will say, but the more angry she is, the happier we are.

I heard Sirius say that he will demolish this old house in a few days? Build a three-story building.

We also invite nearby Muggle neighbors to come here to visit."

Sirius was stunned for a moment, then nodded again, as if he really had this idea.

Kliche opened his eyes wide and cursed:

"Despicable Young Master? You can't do this. This is the Black family's ancestral home? It has a history of thousands of years and cannot be demolished!

You beast? A prodigal thing!”

"Of course we can dismantle it." William smiled like a devil, and he dragged his voice:

"We still want to be in the portrait of your mistress? Draw her a fire dragon and nine suns.

Oh? By the way? I heard from Draco that his grandfather Abraxas Malfoy liked your mistress when he was young.

I have a good relationship with Draco, so I can ask him for a painting of his grandfather, which is next to your mistress's portrait.

His grandfather died of dragon acne sores. I wonder if the portraits can be transmitted? Don’t spread it to your mistress and male host.”

Kliche was so angry that he shivered all over. His whole body was sweating coldly on the hot day, his hands and feet were cold, and tears flowed down unscrupulously.

He was about to curse William, but William said again:

“I also want to move Fat Lady and Cardogan over and let them accompany your hostess.

Fat Lady is a witch from Zuan. She likes to fight with others in the middle of the night, so she can make her face off against your mistress.

There is also Sir Ka and Sir, who is the Dragon Knight, and he will be able to chat with your mistress."

Kliche swallowed the words back, looked at William hatefully, and then kept muttering the devil, walking away in fear.

Little Tianlang raised his eyebrows and whistled, "You really are, William."

"Don't scold Clicher. If you attack what he cares most, he will not dare to scold you." William said.

Sirius nodded thoughtfully: "Or, we'll do it now and send Sir Kadogan over?"

“…”

William glanced at him and said speechlessly: "I'm just talking, that's your mother."

"I don't have a mother." Sirius said coldly.

"When I was as old as you, I ran away from home and moved into James's house. She wanted me to leave so that I could give all the inheritance to my brother."

Sirius sighed:

“I don’t like the Black family.

The tombs they built were more gorgeous than the houses of living people; they counted the ancient names on the genealogy scrolls, which were more intimate than their children.

Such a wizard with indifference in family affection will inevitably fall into decline and his family's bloodline will be cut off."

William patted Sirius on the shoulder and comforted: "I believe that the Black family will change from your generation."

Sirius paused for a moment, his face softened, and looked at the three young wizards in front of him, as if they were old friends of many years, and smiled:

"Yes, so I cherish my current life."

...

...

Since it was confirmed, William took Hermione and Anne to say goodbye and left Black's house.

This time it was Hermione's Phantom, and the three appeared in the cottage in the village of St. Cachipol.

It is worthy of being a typhoon passing through, and even this side was affected, and heavy rain fell on the sky.

But they did not enter the house immediately. William formed a bench and the three of them sat under the eaves and whispered.

William looked at the water below the steps and said softly:

"Anne, after I leave with Hermione, you need to contact Clicher more, and he may know where the pendant is."

Anne nodded.

"Anne, you have to be better with Cliche," said Hermione.

This time Annie did not nod, but said in confusion: "Hermione, he was still scolding us just now..."

"That's Sirius' fault." Hermione said bluntly:

"He never regarded Clice as a creature with the same sensitivity as humans."

"Klicche has lived alone for a long time, and he must have longed for a little warmth."

"But Sirius, he treated Clice with a very rough attitude. Clice was naturally very bad to him."

William leaned back against the back of the chair and looked up at the rain curtain.

He had to admit that Hermione's view was right.

From a security perspective, Clicche is a time bomb. He lives at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters and knows many secrets.

Only by turning him into his own person is the safest way to do it. Otherwise, kill him.

Otherwise, if you continue to treat him badly, something will happen sooner or later.

Either Sirius or other members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Yes." William nodded: "Anne, listen to Hermione, be better for Cliche."

"William, you are always so good and always support me!"

Hermione looked at William with emotion, and she raised her head and pecked the boy's face quickly.

William grinned and reached out and rubbed her head.

"Hey, can you pay attention? I'm still here!" Annie said angrily. "Don't pretend not to see me!"

Hermione raised her chin and said provocatively: "Who asked you to come here? You can go back to London, won't you be able to see it!"

"Hmph, I'm here to monitor you both!"

Anne suddenly leaned forward and reached out to receive the drizzle from the roof, splashing towards Hermione.

Hermione yelled, stood up, and ran into the rain.

Her boots stomped on the bluestone slab of the courtyard, splashing countless tiny drops of water.

Annie also shouted and followed her after her.

Staring at the two young girls fighting, William smiled knowingly, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and his eyebrows were gentle.

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