Admiral of Hogwarts

"Okay." While everyone was discussing the runes, Hugo also put the final touch on it, and then he took a step back to check what he had just drawn. "Now this magic circle can be activated."

After hearing what Hugo said, several people followed his instructions and retreated to the door of the small guest room reserved for Hugo, and then looked curiously into the house.

After making sure that everyone had retreated to a safe position, Hugo quickly came to the door and took out his wand, then took out his wand and read in the ancient Viking language: "In the name of Frigga, clean up!"

As Liao En's words fell, the runes on the walls and furniture were activated, scattering a silver light full of tranquility and warmth.

Several people standing at the door of the kitchen could see that the light on these runes finally connected together to form a silver whirlpool of light.

At the same time, they could feel a wind forming out of thin air in the room. The wind was not strong at first, but its intensity gradually increased, causing their clothes to flutter.

Finally, when the light completely disappeared, a tidy bedroom appeared in front of them. All the furniture and other items were spotless, even the floors and ceilings looked like they had been painted several times.

There was a large pile of rubbish on the floor beside the bed in the room. In addition to ashes and some rotten and damaged items, there was also a large pile of foxy corpses and the corpses of an unusually large Bedimang.

What was slightly strange was that both the corpses of Hu Meizi and Ban Dimang looked obviously shriveled, as if they were cockroaches that had been dead for a long time and were swept out from under the bed.

"Well done, this is great!" Sirius said excitedly, patting Hugo on the shoulder. "If we had to clean this room, it would take several hours."

"It seems that you were humble just now. You are not just an alchemist apprentice now, but an alchemist. It can be said that you are a very good alchemist."

"As far as I know, if a wizard can master various runes proficiently and apply them freely, the worst is the level of an excellent alchemist. And if this wizard invents some new alchemical products, then it can be called alchemy. A master of magic."

Unlike the Weasley family, which has been in decline for several generations, Sirius's Black family only declined suddenly in his generation, so even though he is not very familiar with alchemy, his vision is still there.

"I just made use of some knowledge left by my predecessors. It's far from as powerful as you said." Hugo shrugged and said. After all, he obtained the skills from Odin, so they are more powerful than those acquired normally. These skills are much simpler.

"Besides, it is indeed very fast to use alchemy to tidy up the home, but the only drawback is that the cost is too high. Just tidying up such a small bedroom costs one Galleons and two Sickles, not counting my labor costs. .”

"So I think unless it's this kind of special environment, if I need to clean up the room during normal times, I would rather get the insecticide, rags and feather dusters to solve the problem myself."

"And this kind of magic also has limitations. For example, the things placed in the enchanted containers cannot be cleaned. For example, the display cabinet downstairs cannot be cleaned -"

"Stop talking, I'm willing to pay the money." After hearing what Hugo said, Sirius not only did not flinch, but directly took out a money bag and put it in Hugo's hand.

"I know the rules of your alchemists. The cost and labor fee are 1:1. This is 22 galleons. Please clear out a few rooms on this floor for us first."

"No problem." Hugo took the money bag and put it in his pocket, then nodded. "After all, I have to live here for a while, so work is also necessary."

"The young master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard, not even worthy of cleaning the soles of his mother's shoes. Oh, my poor mistress, he even brought those pure-blood scum into the house. Poor old Kreacher, what can he do? Woolen cloth??"

Just when Hugo packed his money bag and was about to go to the next house to start cleaning, there was a creaking sound on the wooden board, and then a short and stooped figure came up from downstairs cursing.

The house elf was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist, like the loincloth that men in tropical countries use to cover their bodies.

He looked very old, and seemed to have several times more skin than his body actually needed. Although his head was bald like all house elves, he had a large growth in his two big bat-like ears. Piles of white hair.

His eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose was as big as a pig's. As he walked, he kept chanting softly in a low and hoarse voice like a bullfrog.

After going upstairs, he was obviously a little surprised that a group of people appeared here. He no longer muttered words, but made a very obvious but suspicious look of surprise.

"Kreacher didn't see the young master just now." He said, turning around and bowing to the twins standing at the front. With his face still facing the carpet, he said again in a voice that was completely audible to others: "He's the nasty little son of an old scum."

"I'm sorry?" George said, "I didn't hear that last part."

"Kreacher didn't say anything," the elf bowed to George again, and then said in a soft but clear voice, "These are his twin brothers, a pair of weird little wild boys."

After saying that, the house elf named Kreacher raised his head slightly, and then saw Zheng, Hermione and Veneto walking out of the room.

"There are three new people here." Kreacher glanced at Hugo and the others and was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and continued to mutter: "Scum, mudblood, thief, there are three more non-human beings here this time. .”

"Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew anything, what would she say to old Kreacher if she knew what kind of scum they got into her door. Oh, what a shame, poor thing Old Kreacher, what can he do??"

"Shut up! Go back to your little den." Sirius ordered unbearably. Seeing Kreacher cursing and walking towards the attic, Sirius looked irritated. "He went completely crazy, after ten years of listening to the crazy talk about my mother's portrait."

"Although he said he was cleaning every day, the room became darker and dirtier day by day. I only saw him come out and pretend that he was cleaning, but in fact he hid a lot of things."

"Silver, medals, books, it felt like he was collecting all the things my parents had used. Then they piled them up and every time we tried to clean them, but every time he would try to pick them back up. .”

"Okay, let's stop talking." After complaining for a few times, Sirius sighed and walked downstairs. "I am also planning to hold a small welcome party for you and Harry. It will take some time now. Also, I hope you can enjoy your stay here."