The locket was now around Aven's neck, with a little less gold than the one on Merope's neck. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this still doesn't affect its own value, and its true value lies in the fact that it can absorb excess magic and feed it back.

This thing is not as simple as an ornament to prove identity, and Slytherin has left an incredible amount of magic on it.

It is a pity that his descendants did not discover this, and it is impossible to discover this.

"Mr. Gaunt, your daughter!" Ogden said alarmedly, but Gaunt had already let Merope go.

She stumbled away from him and returned to the corner where she had been, rubbing her neck and panting hard.

"How's that!" said Gaunt, smugly, as if he had just proved a complicated issue so clear that there would be no more controversy, "so don't talk to us in that tone, don't treat us like mud on the soles of your shoes! Don't think of summoning us to the Ministry of Magic like those mudbloods and scumbags, our ancestors have been pure-bloods, wizards, the noblest wizards! I believe you don't have any of that to show off!"

He spat at Ogden's feet, and Morfin burst into laughter again.

Merope curled up by the window, her head hanging and silent, her straight hair covering her face.

"Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden stubbornly, trying not to look Gaunt in the eye, "I'm afraid neither you nor my ancestors have anything to do with the matter at hand, and I'm here for the sake of Morfin, and for the Muggle he provoked late last night, and we have information that Morfin cast a curse or a spell on that Muggle, causing him to grow a painful hives all over his body. ”

Muffin giggled, smug about what he had done.

It's a miracle that this family has survived to this day, and it can only be said that the Ministry of Magic at that time was too tolerant of them.

"Shut up, boy!" Gaunt shouted in a parseltongue, and Morfin immediately fell silent.

"And even if he did, so what?" said Gaunt defiantly to Ogden, "I suppose you must have wiped that Muggle's dirty face clean and ...... his memory."

"That's not the problem, Mr. Gaunt!" "This is an unprovoked attack on an unsuspecting ......," Ogden said.

"Ha, as soon as I saw you just now, I knew you were a Muggle person. Gaunt sneered, spitting on the ground again.

"Nothing will come of this kind of talk. "Judging by your son's attitude, it is clear that he has no remorse for what he has done. So be it, I formally inform you that Morfin will be tried on the 14th of September to answer to the accusation that he used magic in front of a Muggle and caused harm and suffering to that Muggle......"

Ogden stopped suddenly, and the jingling of bells, horses' hooves, and loud laughter drifted in through the open window.

Obviously, the trail leading to the village was very close to the grove where the house was located.

Gaunt was stunned, he listened intently, his eyes widened in disbelief!

Mofen's mouth hissed, and he turned his eyes to look at where the voice had come from, a greedy expression on his face.

Merope looked up, her face frighteningly white.

"Oh my God, what a sight to behold!" said a girl's crisp voice through the open window, and they could hear it clearly, as if she were standing right in the house, standing beside them, "Tom, can't your father tear down that little shed?

"That's not ours. "Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to our family," said a young man's voice, "but the hut belongs to an old tramp named Gaunt and his children, who have been handed down from their ancestors, and whose son is insane, and you ought to hear what the people of the village have to say about him......

The girl laughed, and the sound of the horses' hooves grew louder and louder, and Morfin wanted to jump up from the armchair.

"Sit down and don't move!" his father warned him in a parseltongue.

"Tom!" the girl's voice rang out again, and now it was nearer, apparently they were next to the house, "I can't be mistaken, did someone nail a snake in that door?"

"Yes, you read that right!," said the man's voice, "it must have been the son of the Gaunt family, and I told you he was not in his right mind. Don't look at it, Cecilia, dear. ”

The clanging of bells and the sound of horses' hooves faded away.

"Honey!" Morfin whispered in a parseltongue voice, looking at his sister, "you hear me, he calls her darling, it looks like he won't want you, that filthy Muggle has abandoned you!"

Merope's face turned pale, she shook and could faint at any moment.

"What's going on?" asked Gaunt, also in a parseltongue, looking at his son and then at his daughter, "what did you just say, Mofin?"

"She loved watching that Muggle. Muffin said staring at his sister with a vicious expression on her face, while Merope looked horrified, "Every time that Muggle passed by, she looked at him from the garden through the fence, didn't she......?

Merope shook her head pleadingly, but Morfin continued without mercy.

"She deliberately wandered outside the window, waiting to see the Muggle ride home, didn't she?"

"Wandering outside the window, waiting to see a Muggle?" asked Gaunt in a low voice, his eyes widening a little more.

The three members of the Gaunt family all seem to have forgotten about Ogden's existence and discuss the matter wholeheartedly.

Ogden looked bewildered and annoyed by the incomprehensible hiss and roars of this new eruption, and Evan was equally puzzled.

But he could probably guess that the conversation must have something to do with Voldemort's parents, and Merope's love for Riddle was discovered!

"Is this true?" asked Gaunt in a somber voice, taking a step or two closer to the terrified Merope, "My daughter, a pure-blood descendant of Salazar Slytherin, is pursuing a filthy, sloppy Muggle?"

Merope shook her head pleadingly, and shrank into the corner.

"You abominable little squib, you filthy little scum!" Gaunt roared.

He lost control and grabbed his daughter's throat with both hands.

Merope shook her head frantically, desperately huddled in the corner, apparently unable to utter a word.

She was about to be strangled to death, she was going to die here, strangled by his father.

"No!" Ogden shouted, raising his wand and shouting, "Force!"

Gaunt was knocked backwards, leaving his daughter behind.

He tripped over a chair and fell to the ground on his back.

With a roar, Morfin jumped up from his chair and rushed towards Ogden.

He wielded the bloody knife and shot a jumble of curses from his wand, all of them black magic.

Merope's screams echoed in his ears, and Ogden fled.

Dumbledore motioned for them to follow, and Evan followed.

Ogden put his arm on his head, rushed onto the dirt road, and turned quickly onto the main road, and ran into the shiny red horse, which was ridden by a very handsome young man with black hair, and he and the beautiful girl who rode a gray horse beside him were amused by the sight of Ogden's appearance, and thought he was funny.

Ogden bounced off the red horse and immediately ran away.

He fled down the path, covered in dust from head to toe, his gown coat fluttering behind him.