Bill and Charlie with Their Heads Buried in Books

Once they actually started cleaning, they realized Grimmauld Place was huge. Getting it thoroughly cleaned was definitely not something that could be done in one go.

After a day of cleaning, resting, and spending time together, everyone gradually grew more familiar with one another and was no longer as stiff as when they had first met;

At least when Fred and George came downstairs and reached into the bucket behind Harry and the others, trying to fish out the Doxies, Molly's loud scolding was enough for everyone in the whole house to hear.

Fred puffed out his chest and explained, "Mum, we're trying to catch these Doxies because we were actually planning to keep researching them..."

"Yeah, Mum!" George chimed in from the side. "After all, M doesn't have that many products yet. We've got to expand the range!"

"Then don't take them on the sly!" Molly's eyebrows stopped rising. "You make it sound like I absolutely have to stop you..."

"Didn't you see how badly Ron was frightened just now? If you're going to take them, take them properly... Put on Dragonhide Gloves, and watch out for those Doxie teeth!"

Seeing Fred and George moving faster and faster, she started nagging again. "Learn from Vizet and Luna. They cleaned up the Doxie eggs so quickly..."

"And then they didn't sit idle, either. Wherever help was needed, they lent a hand. You two... when will you ever let me worry a little less?"

Fred directly lifted the small bucket behind Ginny and poured all the unconscious Doxies into the sack. "Mum, you can't put it like that. We only came down to rest for a bit after finishing our work..."

"Yeah!" George was in charge of holding the sack open, nodding hurriedly. "It was dangerous just now! A purple robe