Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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Just as Aaron was looking at this dilapidated old house, a loud crack came, and a house elf described as sloppy appeared in front of them.

This is Kreacher, and Aaron looks at him with interest.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, like a waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body, he is almost naked.

He looks very old, and his skin seems to be several times more than what his body actually needs. Although his head is bald like all house elf’s, a lot of them grow out of those two big bat-like ears. White hair.

He had bloodshot eyes, watery and grayish eyes, and his fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig’s nose.

“Ah, it’s Young Master!” Kreacher’s two light eyes suddenly widened, but the gaze looking towards Sirius was filled with unforgettable hatred.

Immediately, Kreacher bowed deeply, his body was ridiculously low, his big pig-nosed nose squashed on the ground.

Then, he said in a very soft but clear voice, “Young Master is a nasty, to forget favors and violate justice. It hurts his mother’s heart-oh my poor mistress, She vowed not to recognize his son, and now he is back. It is said that he is still a murderer—”

Aaron held back a smile and looked towards Black. He seemed to be able to see the blue veins on Black’s forehead.

“My mother has no heart, Kreacher,” Sirius said grimly. “She lives by resentment.”

“No matter what Young Master says,” he muttered indignantly, “Young Master is not worthy even to polish his mother’s shoes, oh my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Young Master, how hate the mistress is He, how disappointing he is—”

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke.

“Get up,” Sirius said impatiently. “Well, what do you want to do?”

“I am guarding the mistress’s house,” the elf said again, “Kreacher has worked for the noble House of Black all his life—”

The elf straightened up and looked at them with vicious eyes, apparently believing that they couldn’t hear him, because he continued to talk.

“Wastrel also brought back a little kid, Kreacher doesn’t know his name. What is he doing here? Kreacher doesn’t know…”

“Okay, now you are relieved? You go, Kreacher.” Sirius said coldly.

The elf looked at Black incredulously, seemingly afraid to defy the direct order.

However, when he dragged his 2 feet out, he wailed heaven-shaking, earth-shattering, “Mistress, take a look, Young Master, the murderer has returned from Azkaban, and he brought it back. A bastard.”

“Kreacher must protect this home. Kreacher will never let Young Master and that little kid destroy this home—” Kreacher, who had disappeared around the corner, was still wailing.

“Shut up, Kreacher! If you howl again, I will really kill!” Sirius yelled irritably.

He picked up an umbrella stand and threw it in the direction of Kreacher moving towards Kreacher like a vent.

“Oh, oops, I forgot–“

Before Black finished speaking, he was overwhelmed by a terrifying, deafening, sent cold shivers down one’s spine scream.

2 The velvet curtain full of insect eyes, without the suppression of the umbrella stand, suddenly fell apart.

But not at all the door behind.

Aaron in an instant thought it was a window. Behind the window an old lady in a black hat was screaming desperately, as if she was being severely beaten–

Then Aaron realized that this was only a daoist-sized portrait, but he had never seen such a realistic and unpleasant portrait in his life.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes rolled steadily, and the yellow skin on her face was tight because of screaming.

In the hall behind them, the other portraits were awakened, and they began to scream, the sound almost deafened people’s ears.

Aaron reacted swiftly, rushing in 3 steps and 2 steps, trying to draw the curtain to cover the old lady, but he didn’t pull it.

The old lady’s cry became more and more harsh, and she waved her sharp claw-like hands, as if to come and scratch his face.

“Shut up, you terrifying old witch, shut up!” Black also rushed up, grabbing the curtain.

The old lady’s face suddenly became deathly white.

“You-you!” She widened her eyes when she saw Sirius, and screamed, “Wastrel, the shame of the family, the evil seed I gave birth!”

“I’ve said–shut up–mouth!” Sirius roared, and he and Aaron spent the Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers together, and finally pulled the curtains up again.

Aaron stretched out wand to point to the umbrella stand in the distance, “Umbrella stand Accio.”

The umbrella stand flew straight to him.

Aaron caught the umbrella stand, it was heavy! Caught off guard, Aaron almost let go.

He took a moment to see that this umbrella stand was unusual. It was made of Troll’s leg bones. No wonder it was so heavy.

The umbrella stand was pressed against the curtain, and the old lady’s scream disappeared.

But the portraits around are still screaming.

Aaron used wand to recite Stunning Spell to all the other portraits, and there was a reverberating silence in the room.

“Nice job!” Gasping slightly, pulling away the long black hair that was blocking his eyes, Sirius turned to look at Aaron.

“Aaron,” he said sternly, “now you have seen my mother.”

Aaron didn’t know what expression to make, so he had to pretend to be foolish: “Yours?”

“Yeah, my dear good mother.” Sirius said. “She kicked me out of the House of Black.”

“Why is she hanging the portrait here?” Aaron asked.

“Perhaps like Kreacher, guard the oldest and noble House of Black and so on.”

Aaron discovered that Sirius’ tone was very blunt and cold.

However, after taking attribute potion, Aaron, who has improved his insight and perception, realized that this is not the case.

The colder Sirius is on the surface, the more he hurts deep in one’s heart.

Just like the Old Lady on this tapestry ——

Aaron turned his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the curtain to see the portrait inside.

Obviously I want to see my son immediately, but I can’t help but use curses to replace my concern.

Sirius walked to the other side of the room, and a shabby, dirty tapestry covered the entire wall.

Aaron followed and looked carefully.

The tapestry looks very old and very old, the color is already dim, it seems that the fox has bitten several places.

However, the gold thread embroidered above is still Winky shiny, and Aaron clearly sees a family tree with vines, which can be traced back to the Middle Ages.

A few large characters are embroidered on the top of tapestry:

The oldest and noble House of Black

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