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Sean followed the way he came in the morning, plus there was Clark who didn't know anything, except that he got lost and went in the wrong direction twice, and was chased away as a spy three times, so he arrived at the Floo network in the atrium The fireplace fireplace is back in Harry's house.

Now, the cabin serves as a temporary refuge for Sean and Clark.

Clark entered the house and visited the wizard's house up and down, left and right. The huge head was stuffed into the small space, and it suddenly became cramped.

Rubbing the wall, desk and cabinet, Sean looked at Clark's back, as if he was quite satisfied with the place.

Opening the curtains, Clark stood at the window enjoying the afternoon sun, but the sun in London was like a child who loves to hide and seek with others, but he just popped his head and disappeared behind the dark clouds.

"Sit down."

Afraid that Clark would be tired, Sean took Clark's hand and let him sit on the sofa. Sean just came here not long before him, as if he had become the owner of the place, beckoning him to sit casually.

Clark smiled and watched Sean work back and forth. He took the cushion and put it behind his waist. The fluffy cushion was soft. Just looking at it, he could imagine that it must be very comfortable to lean on.

"I'll get you some water!"

Sean wiped his hands before remembering, and hurried into the kitchen again.

Taking a pot of water from the tap and heating it on the stove, Sean stared at the teapot until the spout purred.

After thinking for a while, Sean hypnotized himself in his mind that Harry would surely forgive himself, and began to rummage through the boxes.

Unexpectedly, a working employee only had coffee at home except wine. When he was about to give up, he finally found a can of cocoa powder in a corner hidden by all kinds of strange pots and pans in the back of the cabinet.

Sean held the jar to his ear and shook it. Hearing this movement, he weighed it quietly, and it seemed that the weight was only half a box.

There is no production date posted on the outside. I don’t know what it was made of. I opened the lid and took a closer look. The powder is not damp, and it still has the color of brown coffee. The smell... Well, Sean can’t smell it. It should mean edible.

He casually took the washed cup and put it on the iron rack to dry, and made a cup of hot cocoa. Smelling the sweet aroma, Sean promised to drink it, warming his head to the soles of his feet.

The abrupt movement of his feet sent a chill down Sean's spine.

He could sense the thorny gaze coming from behind, who was it?

Turning around suddenly, he was the only one in the empty kitchen.

There are walls on three sides, and all the furniture is close to the heels. If someone comes in, there is nowhere to hide. Looking out of the kitchen window, there is only a dead tree that has lost all its leaves, and crows are full of rattles on it, flapping their wings crookedly. Head and Sean looked at each other.

It's an illusion, Shawn shook his head, it's not just a few birds, as for the surprise.

When he walked out of the kitchen, he glanced at the sink, and there was a neatly folded rag beside him. A thought flashed through his mind, and it slipped away from his palm at such a speed that Sean didn't have time to think about it.

Fearing that he had delayed too long, Xiao En hurried to the living room.

Clark was sitting on the sofa watching TV, his crooked eyes were amused by the programs on the TV, he thought he was watching some comedy show, Sean wondered, "What are these?"

It seems to be a wizard's survival show in the wild. The host is riding a broom and struggling to avoid the ice-tipped horned dragon chasing after him.

The giant dragon is ten meters high, and its head is covered with spikes. Its anger makes it spray out icicles continuously. Wherever its breath goes, the vegetation freezes into blocks. It is only the vibration of sound waves that can melt them into pieces. For 齑 powder.

When the God of Reaper was on his heels, the host was very dedicated, turning around to look at the camera from time to time, and introduced that the sexual development of the three-year-old dragon was in good condition.

And Sean listened to Clark with a black line and said with a smile, it was precisely because the host ruined the dragon's good deed just before mating, stepped on the tail of the female dragon, and now the dragon had no partner, and became angry from embarrassment.

Clark's muffled laughter came from next to his ears, Sean didn't understand, seeing other people running for their lives, is there something funny?

Will amnesia make people's temperament become strange?

Turning his head away, Sean wondered, "Where is the original pile of clothes here..."

He propped his chin and looked at the empty corner in front of him in thought. He was only in his early twenties, and he didn't seem to have lost his memory to the point where he couldn't remember clearly. Could it be that when Ron came to look for him in the morning, he also cleaned up Harry's house by the way?

Standing up, he glanced around.

The documents and books on the table were also neatly stacked, and the floor was clean and shiny for some reason. Sean glanced at it from the corner of his eye and took a closer look. Those dirty clothes had been washed and dried in the room drying!

Even Harry's underwear is arranged in different order of color and clipped on the shelf!

Is friendship between men good enough to wash each other's underwear?

Alas, Sean shook his head, probably not.

Suddenly, the hairs stood on end, and goose bumps spread from the soles of the feet.

What's there?Sliding past his feet, Sean broke out in a cold sweat from the wind blowing past him.

Sean had a bad face, "Clark, there seems to be something in the room..."

Clark held the cup steady, rolled his eyelids, "I know."

"You know?" Sean repeated in surprise, "No, how do you know."

"I heard."

Clark pointed to his ears. Sean admired this guy's hearing, but what's wrong!

Why is he so calm and assuming that nothing happened now, besides them and a third person in the room, it’s as if he wanted to grab Clark’s shoulder and shake him awake, yelling into his ear, you know, Now that I have a special status, I need to be protected all the time! Hey!

Clark looked at Sean staring at his big eyes and pretending to be calm, sighed, stood up, and grabbed the air casually.

With a bang, a small man was caught in Clark's hands, and the sharp voice hit the eardrums of the two, "Let go of Rot, Rot is not a bad person!"

The little guy who kept kicking Clark's hand in front of him was the house elf who came to deliver food some time ago.

Harry once told Sean that these elves usually work for Hogwarts. Hogwarts has cultivated wizards in the entire British wizarding world, and all wizards agree that the food is excellent and can be called the best in the UK. Top ten restaurants to eat at.

In order to allow the wizards who are alone at home to enjoy the warmth of college life in lonely nights, a group of young people specially asked the elves working in the Hogwarts kitchen to help and distribute some food on weekdays.

Root started working at Hogwarts while Harry was still at school.

Elves also have a personality cult, and Rott admires Harry very much.

It's a pity that I can only stay in school and can't run around.

After waiting for many years, when he was working in the kitchen, he heard that Harry Potter needed someone to deliver food, so that he could have an intimate contact with his male god. Of course, Rott rushed forward.

Since then, every time Rott came to Harry's house to deliver food, the life of a bachelor made a mess in the house, and the cleaning habit formed from the bones made Rott extremely disgusted.

Harry didn't want to bother Rot, and Rot would still secretly come here to clean while Harry was at work.

Halido, who has been busy with official duties, had to go home to rest in a hurry, and didn't even have a chance to take a closer look at his room, so Rotor always succeeded repeatedly.

Rot was caught by Clark and shyly covered his big head with the clothes on his chest, and kept explaining, "Rot is also doing it for the good of Mr. Potter, and he will get sick if he is used to unhygienic habits!"

As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, he saw a farce being staged in his living room.

Ron stepped out immediately.

Harry's face was a little ugly, and Rott argued, "Mr. Potter, I'm really just here to help you clean up!"

Ron covered his mouth and snickered. He knew that Harry was always popular and had admirers all over the place. He didn't expect that the elf was also attracted by his friend's charm.

Rotor blinked his big watery eyes at this time, and Ron couldn't bear to refuse, and comforted Harry, saying, "It happens that there is an elf to help share the housework, Harry, you just let it go."

Harry's expression was already horrible, and Ron was afraid of adding fuel to the fire, so he said a few words and kept silent.

"Rott, I'm grateful to you, but you really don't have to do this for me." Harry frowned, "You should be working for Hogwarts, not me."

What else did Rot want to plead, Harry's intention to chase away the guest was very obvious, and finally Rot could only reluctantly disappear into Harry's home.

The dinner that followed was even more unsatisfactory. As long as Harry thought that the food in front of him was prepared by Rotor with love, he couldn't digest it.

With a pale face the whole time, Ron had the honor to joke, "Look, you haven't found a girlfriend yet. Having a house-elf has helped you a lot."

"Then do you want me to give it to you?" Harry said angrily.

"Farewell." Ron shook his head, "I'm fine by myself."

Sean and Clark on the other side of the table entered into the sweet couple time without anyone else, blinding Ron's dog eyes, he rubbed Harry's arm, and asked meanly with a chicken bone in his mouth, "The last time I told you How are you thinking about it?"

Harry peppered his own salad. "What? I don't remember."

"Don't pretend." Ron winked, "Harry, don't you really think about it at all?"

Leon had told Ron last time that there were several girls of marriageable age in their department and wanted Ron to introduce them to them. Ron patted his chest and agreed, but Harry refused to agree.

Too much work and too little time became Harry's excuses. Ron was in a hurry, Harry, you are almost thirty, what are you waiting for?

Harry asked, what about you?

Ron quibbled that his situation was different from Harry's. Harry was a handsome young man who had inherited the Potter family's inheritance, or the Minister of Auror was on the rise in his career. He couldn't figure it out. Why was Harry unwilling? find a girlfriend.

"Ron."

Ron rubbed his palms, and Leon also promised him that if Harry agreed to go on a blind date, he would go to the warehouse to pick up the confiscated magic props, "Hey!"

With a cold face, Harry choked out a sentence, "I'm not single."

Ron's chicken bone fell off the dinner plate, rolled around and fell to the ground, holding his chin.

"What?"

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