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Harry Potter and the Secret Tresures

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v2 Chapter 1028: Kleecher's Nest

But no, she sent Aiwen a picture book, all of which were pictures she had drawn, recording the things between her and Ivan.

Ai Wencai knew that the original Elaine painting was so good, it was completely professional.

There are many pages in the album, and the content is mixed, and the painting is very fine.

The first one was the picture of her two years ago, when she met Ai Wen.

Looking back, there was another incident between the two when she went to the room at Avon in the Quidditch World Cup final.

undefinedAi Wen suddenly stopped and looked at the painting with a reddish look for a long time. This style is too realistic. Doesn't that gimmick know if it is implicit?

He looked up and looked at it carefully. Harry and Ron were tearing apart the presents and didn't pay attention to him.

Ai Wen immediately put the album together in his carry-on pocket. This commemorative album should be carefully preserved, don't just take it out.

Ai Wen decided to hide the album and the things that Elaine left in his day to the deepest, permanent collection.

There is no way to deal with it anyway, let alone show it, or hide it better.

Dobby also sent Avon a hard-to-see picture, only he and Harry received it.

Ai Wen had been watching for a long time, and did not guess what the guy wanted to express. It was too abstract, like a gibbon with a distorted face.

Finally, Ai Wen found his name on the back of the picture, only to know that Dobby painted his portrait...

In addition, there are Gabriel gifts, some French gadgets and a greeting card.

This guy actually said that she might have to go to Hogwarts to exchange studies next year, because Mrs. Maxim said that there is such a connection between schools.

Britain is so dangerous now, what are these guys running over?

With a bang, Fred and George stunned at the foot of the bed.

"Merry Christmas!" George said happily. "Don't go downstairs for the time being."

"Why?" Ron asked, looking with satisfaction at Sirius's flying broom luxury maintenance kit.

Sirius collected everyone's wishes in advance, figured out what people want most, and always showed their very rich qualities. They satisfied all their wishes and picked the most expensive ones. So, he sent this year. The Christmas gift is also the most expensive and the most satisfying.

"Mom cried again," Fred said heavily. "Percy sent the Christmas pullover back."

"Nothing even a note." George said, "It's awesome!"

"We want to comfort the mother," Fred said as he walked over and watched Harry holding Dobby's painting in his hand. "Tell her that Percy is just a bunch of mice..."

"But it's useless!" George said, taking a chocolate frog to eat. "So my father took it, it's best to wait for him to persuade her, let's go on for breakfast."

"Hey, what is this?" Fred looked at the picture of Dobby held in Harry's hand. "A monster with four eyes?!"

"It's Harry!" George pointed to the back of the painting and said, "Write it later."

"Much like!" Fred smirked.

Harry threw the new homework plan that Hermione sent him to him, and Fred escaped.

After the child hit the wall, he said happily: As long as you add a point on i, t is added horizontally, and everything can be done!

A few minutes later, they got up and dressed downstairs and met Hermione on the stairs.

"Ginny wrote a letter to Michael in the room, and Elaine went to see her uncle." She explained it, then smiled and said, "Ivan, thank you for the quill, that's exactly what I need. Harry, Your "New Principles of Digital Divination" is also good. I have always wanted to buy one since I saw it in the library. And your bottle of perfume, Ron, is really special."

"You're welcome." Ron said with no anger. "Thank you for your work plan book, and the feather pen that Ivan sent."

He sent perfumes to Hermione, Ginny, and Elaine this year, and Ivan suspected that this was Lavent's suggestion.

He definitely consulted her and knew what girls would like.

Unfortunately, Hermione, Ginny, and Elaine are not likely to use this thing, and only Lavent will spray perfume every day.

"What is in your hand?" Harry asked.

"Christmas present!" said Hermione, holding a beautiful gift bag in her hand.

"Who is it for?"

"Kelce!"

"It's better not to be clothes!" Ron immediately warned. "Although his attitude has been better recently, don't forget that Sirius said before, Kreacher knows too much, we can't let him go!"

Hermione had tried to persuade Sirius to release Kreach, which was the answer she got from Sirius.

"Not clothes!" said Hermione. "Although I want to let him change the rag on his body, I really don't understand. You actually call it clothes. It's just a flower quilt, I think. Can make his bedroom brighter."

"What bedroom?" Everyone looked at her, and they only remembered where Kleche lived.

"Oh, I asked the night before, Sirius said that he couldn't go to the bedroom, but it was a nest," said Hermione. "He seems to be sleeping under the boiler in the kitchen cabinet."

Mr. Weasley went to work, and Mrs. Weasley stayed alone in the basement.

When she stood by the fireside and wished them a Merry Christmas, it sounded like a bad cold.

Percy's business must have made her sad, and everyone subconsciously removed their gaze.

The stairs along the basement continued down and they walked to the front of a dark door in the opposite corner of the food room.

"This is Klee's room?"

"Yes!" Hermione is a little nervous now. "Well, I think we'd better knock on the door and be polite."

She knocked on the door with the knuckles and there was no sound inside.

"He must have slid upstairs." Ron said impatiently, regardless of the three seven twenty-one opened the door.

Most of the cabinets were occupied by an old-fashioned large boiler, but within a foot of the tube, Kreacher gave himself a nest with a variety of rags and unpleasant old blankets. A small depression in the middle is where Kreacher sleeps every night.

At the door, there was some food they had left. Klipche didn't throw it away. He went back to eat. There were some glittering gadgets and coins in the corner. It's all his bites from Sirius. The thing that he rescued, he thought should not be thrown away.

Ai Wen noticed that there was a photo of Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

This is a family portrait with a lot of younger Mrs. Black, Tonks' mother Andromeda Tonks, and Sirius and his younger brother, Regulus, who are very young but have shown their urgency Different qualities.

The most striking thing is Bellatrix, the eldest daughter of the Black family.

She was about fourteen or five years old at the time, with a badge on her chest, looking at them proudly, and her head was very high.

Next to this photo is a single photo of Bellatrix.

She was about twenty-seven years old at the time, completely different from the previous photo, as seen in the meditation basin in Dumbledore.

Black skin, swollen eyelids, and arrogance on the face have completely turned into madness.

No one knows what she has experienced in the past ten years, from a proud little girl to the most evil Death Eater.

It seems that she is Klein's favorite photo, he put her on the front, and clumsily glued the broken glass with magic tape.

This made Aiwen feel very uncomfortable, because of Regulus's sake, Kreacher now obeys them and begins to resist Voldemort.

But emotionally, he still prefers Narcissa and Bellatrix more.

In his opinion, they are his real hostess, probably this way.

He couldn't tell where the difference between revolting Voldemort and obeying Bellatrix was. For him, this is two things.