[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

Actually, it never occurred to me that I would just say this to Harry, and there was Sirius next to him.

I was casually cutting and shredding potatoes. I stared at the kitchen knife in my hand, feeling that I didn't feel like myself at that moment.

"What's wrong, Irina?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to make something that can be entered with limited materials."

I glanced at Harry calmly. This kid just hugged me and said something to give me strength. Although it was a little naive, I was indeed comforted.

"It's okay Irina, if it doesn't work, we can go out to eat."

"Are you sure going out to eat Sirius will give you pounds and not Galleons?"

The reasoning was too sharp, too sharp for Harry to refute.

I tossed some pasta and finally found two tomatoes, chopped up, boiled the tomato sauce, mixed the potatoes in a little, and Harry piled two beautiful fried eggs on three portions of pasta and then it was easy to deal with this meal. Although it looks normal, it still smells good.

After he finished eating, Sirius collapsed on the back of his chair contentedly, and his voice became lazy: "What a delicious meal, I haven't had such a good meal in a long time."

"Then you're not going to wash the dishes."

I frowned and shoved the last bit of pasta into my mouth, and nothing else, it was just a little bit of mellow, no meat or anything else to counteract the strong acidity of the tomatoes that made me particularly uncomfortable. Seeing the two people next to me eating with relish, I really want to know how the British taste buds grow.

"The cook doesn't wash the dishes, go ahead, there's magic anyway, it's convenient."

Sirius' expression was as pained as if I had told him "spit it all out", and Harry gave his godfather a pitying look before handing him the plate as well.

"you…"

"It's called a rational division of labor, Godfather."

Whenever Harry says "The Godfather" instead of "Sirius", I think it means "no negotiation".

Sirius went to the kitchen aggrieved, and after Harry and I got to know each other and laughed...

"What about your homework?"

"…"

I feel like I'm just scratching the skin now, Sirius in the kitchen and Harry doing homework at the table are my two long-time workers. But even if I'm Zhou Pipi, I still have a large book of May 3 waiting for me to brush it.

Alas, it's not easy to do skin peeling at the beginning of this year.

"By the way, I've already packed your two rooms. Irina's is on the second floor, and Harry's is on the third floor."

Harry and I nodded to say that we didn't care about this aspect of the room, we had a lot to say about it was another aspect.

"Since your elf refuses to work for you, then I'm going to go to the ordinary people's supermarket tomorrow."

I put down my problem set, ripped off a piece of paper from my notebook, and started making a list: "What would you like to eat?"

"Steak, baked potatoes, fried shrimp, syrupy fruit tarts."

"That's roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, stew, blackberry cake."

I snapped a quill and looked up at the two eldest young masters: "Do you guys say it again? Think about it and say it again!"

"…"

"It's a stew, it's a baked potato, it's a beef, a **** with syrup? Eat the fruit yourself, it's fresh and nutritious. Yorkshire pudding? You can eat the soft bread yourself, and think it's Yorkshire pudding."

Without hesitation, I marked the simplest dish, and then wrote some daily necessities after considering it: "Only girls can enter the bathroom on the second floor, you two can go elsewhere."

"Oh."

"Tell me, except for the living room and our room, have you cleaned any place here, Sirius?"

"…"

Very good, but also to clean the house, a five-story mansion.

I tossed the pen around, glanced around the living room, which had no Christmas atmosphere other than green, picked it up and added "Christmas tree and its decorations" to it.

"Have a good Christmas."

I sighed and threw the list of items to Harry and Sirius: "Harry, take Sirius tomorrow to get these things back."

"etc…"

"Don't say you don't want to go."

I glanced at the two of them and tapped the table twice with my knuckles. "Or do you want me and Harry to work?"

Sirius Black, the illegal Animagus, the current quasi-Auro, the able-bodied officer of the Order of the Phoenix, the best godfather of the century.

Harry suddenly wanted to rub his godfather's head like Mr. Ronnie, and he looked so pathetic.

Black's room may have been very luxurious in the past. Judging from the size of the room and the exquisiteness of the furniture, it may have been the kind of boudoir that the daughters of the family lived in. But for me, as long as there is a bed to sleep in, I'm not picky at all.

I woke up at 6:30 on time. After putting on my clothes, I moved a little and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two young masters. To be honest, my mother used to complain that my dad was a young master. I didn't think anything about it, but now...

Hehe, I understand my mother too well.

Put the slices of bread directly into the pan, then I patted an egg on top of the bread. Use a spatula to turn the bread over once the egg mixture has solidified. There was a squeak between the eggs and the hot oil, which sounded wonderful and harmonious.

I decided to add another bacon to the shopping list, otherwise the pairing without a bit of salt would be unpalatable.

After frying until the egg yolks were slightly solidified, I brought them out, and when I turned around, I saw Master Potter and Master Black who were clearly following the incense. I raised the spatula with a blank expression: "How are you sleeping, Master Potter, Master Black? This is your breakfast today, I hope you can enjoy it."

"Oh Irina I love you."

"Shut up and don't glib!"

"Irina I love you!"

"So do you! Don't learn from Harry!"

Okay, the young master is the young master, it's quite cute.

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