That being said, it's obviously unfair to blame everything on such a poor girl. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her father locked her in the house, keeping her from outsiders, not even Hogwarts.

Her only fate is to be abused, and then, waiting to marry her brother, continue this ancient, old-fashioned, sinful pure-blood family.

No matter who you are, growing up in such an environment will distort your mind.

If it had been Aven, he would have left the house a long time ago.

It's a pity that she doesn't even have the ability to run away from home.

It was only when her father and brother were imprisoned in Azkaban that she had a life of her own.

Unfortunately, it was just an even more terrible nightmare and tragedy.

"My daughter, Merope. Gaunt saw Ogden looking at the girl inquiringly, and reluctantly introduced.

"Good morning. Ogden said.

Merope didn't reply, she gave her father a panicked look, and quickly turned her back and continued to fiddle with the pots and pots on the shelves.

"All right, Mr. Gaunt!" Ogden said, retracting his gaze, "let's get straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son, Morfin, had cast a spell in front of a Muggle late last night. ”

With a deafening thud, Merope knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her, watching disapprovingly as his daughter went to pick up the jar, "Why, get on the ground like a filthy Muggle and look for it? Damn, what are your wands for, you big bale of waste?"

"Mr. Gaunt, please don't do this!" said Ogden in a tone of consternation.

By this time, Merope had already picked up the jar, but all of a sudden, her face turned red and white.

As soon as her hand was released, the jar fell to the ground again.

As her father had ordered, she took her wand from her pocket tremblingly, pointed to the jar, and whispered a spell in a panic, and the jar flew out of her feet against the ground, slamming into the opposite wall and splitting in half.

Seeing this, Morfin let out a maniacal laugh.

Gaunt screamed, "Fix it, you useless stupid big man, fix it!

Merope stumbled to the other end of the room, but before she could raise her wand, Ogden had already pointed it with his own.

He said calmly, "Restore as before!" and the jar was repaired on its own.

For a moment, Gaunt seemed to want to yell at Ogden, but then seemed to change his mind.

He sneered at his daughter and said, "It's good to have this great man from the Ministry of Magic here, isn't it? maybe he'll get you out of my hands, maybe he doesn't hate filthy squibs......"

Merope didn't look at anyone, she didn't thank Ogden, she just picked up the jar, put it back on the shelf with trembling hands, and stood there motionless, her back pressed against the wall between the filthy window and the stove, as if she wished she could sink into the stone wall and disappear completely.

"Mr. Gaunt!" said Mr. Ogden again, "as I have just said, the reason for my visit is ......"

"I understood it the first time!" said Gaunt, angrily, as if he had taken it for granted, "so what? Morfin had just taught a Muggle a lesson, so what? what did you want to do with him?"

"Morfin violated wizarding law. Ogden said solemnly.

"Morfin violated wizarding law," Gaunt mimicked Ogden's voice.

He deliberately procrastinated, revealing a sense of arrogance.

Morfen burst into laughter again, making an unpleasant sound.

"In the Fallen times, he did the right thing, gave a dirty Muggle a little color, and look, what, is this illegal now?"

"Yes!" said Ogden, "I am afraid so, this is a serious violation." ”

He pulled out a small roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and spread it out.

"What is this, the verdict given to him?" Gaunt raised his voice angrily.

"Summoning him to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation......"

"Summons, summons, summons?!, who do you think you dare to summon my son?" Gaunt asked loudly.

"I'm the captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team. Ogden said.

"Do you think we're the?" Gaunt screamed, poking his yellow, dirty fingers into his chest as he approached, "We're going to have to run around as soon as the Ministry of Magic calls? Do you think the Ministry of Magic has that much power? Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy boy, huh?"

"I remember as if I was talking to Mr. Gaunt. Ogden was wary, but unflinching.

"That's right!" Gaunt roared, "you're talking to me, but you obviously don't know who I am!"

He raised his hand and showed Ogden the ugly black gem ring on his middle finger.

Aven's eyes were also focused on the ring, which was the goal of their trip.

This ring is worth a fortune, not to mention that the black gem on it is the legendary resurrection stone.

Mr. Gaunt only had to sell the ring to change their current predicament.

Of course, he wouldn't do that.

This is probably the only proof of identity left in this family, representing the glory of the past.

Apparently, Gaunt thought so too, and he smugly dangled the ring in front of Ogden.

"Look closely, Aven!" Dumbledore reminded, "and that's what we'll be looking for in a moment." ”

"Hmm!" Evan nodded.

"See this, see this, know what it is, know where it came from, it's been passed down in our family for thousands of years, our family has been around that long, and it's always been a pureblood! Do you know how much someone will pay to buy it from me? The gem has Peverell's coat of arms engraved on it!"

Yes, yes, Peverell, an ancient wizarding family that only appears in legends.

The three most famous brothers of their family made a deal with the Grim Reaper and left behind the Three Hallows, which could conquer death.

"I really don't know!" Ogden said hesitantly, the ring dangling an inch in front of his nose, and he blinked, "and it has nothing to do with it, Mr. Gaunt, your son has committed ......"

Gaunt roared angrily and lunged at his daughter, a hand reaching down her throat.

As if he was going to strangle her to death, he pulled her to Ogden with a gold chain around her neck.

"See that?" he snarled at Ogden, shaking a heavy golden locket at him.

Merope was so choked that she couldn't even breathe.

"I see it, I see it!" said Ogden hurriedly.

"Slytherin's!" Gaunt cried, in the loudest voice, "Salazar Slytherin's! stupid boy, you don't even know who he is, do you?