Harry listened to Richard. Silver's words, his eyes saw the dead snake on the door again, and he suddenly understood.

"He's talking about Parseltongue?"

"Good." Dumbledore nodded, smiling. "You finally get it."

At this time, the man in the tattered shirt ignored Richard. Silver, knife in one hand and wand in the other, still closing in on Ogden.

"Morfin! What do you want? "Richard. Silver reached for his wand.

"Hey, don't—" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late: there was a loud thud, and Ogden fell to the ground, his hand pinching his nose, and a disgusting yellow, slimy thing poured out from between his fingers.

"Richard, this is the Gaunt family, and it's no one's turn to call the shots, not even you." The sloppy man with the knife said viciously.

"You're going to pay for it, Mofin!" Richard. Silver laughed angrily, his wand pointed at the scruffy man, and the man's insolent face showed a look of fear.

"Richard! What do you want to do to my son! A voice shouted.

An elderly man hurried out of the wooden house, slammed the door behind him, and the dead snake swayed pitifully from side to side. The man was a little shorter than the one he had been, and he was oddly shaped, disproportionately long: his shoulders were too broad, his arms were too long, and with his sparkling brown eyes, short, stiff hair, and a wrinkled face, he looked like a fierce old monkey. He walked over and stood next to the man with the knife, and when the man with the knife saw the man coming, he grew emboldened and laughed at Richard and Ogden.

"Your son attacked a Ministry of Magic employee in front of me, and I'm preparing to take the necessary measures." Richard's face had already retracted his anger.

"It's not your turn, Richard." The older man said rudely, "My son is not yet your turn to discipline him." ”

"From the ministry, huh?" The older man turned to look at Ogden. Asked.

"Exactly!" Ogden wiped his face and said angrily, "I suppose you're Mr. Gaunt, right?" ”

"That's right." "He hit you in the face, didn't he?" ”

"Yes!" Ogden said angrily.

"You should have let us know when you came here, didn't you?" Gaunt said domineeringly, "This is private territory. You walked in with such a swagger, can my son not act in self-defense? ”

"What does he have to defend himself?" Ogden struggled to his feet and said.

"Some nosy relatives, robbers who break into private homes. And, of course, Muggles and garbage. Oka said pointedly.

Ogden's nose was still dripping with yellow pus, and he pointed his wand at himself, and they stopped instantly. Mr. Gaunt pouted and said to Morfin:

"Go into the house and don't talk too much."

This time Harry was mentally prepared to hear his parseltongue. He understood the meaning, and he made out the strange hissing sound that Ogden could hear. Morfin seemed to want to plead a few words, but his father glared at him fiercely, and he changed his mind and took a strange, staggering step. He walked slowly towards the wooden house, and when he entered, he slammed the door shut, and the snake swayed pitifully.

"I've come to meet your son, Mr. Gaunt." Ogden said, wiping the last bit of yellow pus off his shirt, "That was Mo Fin just now, right?" ”

"Ah, that's Morfin." The old man said nonchalantly. "Are you a pureblood?" He asked, his attitude suddenly becoming so aggressive.

"Not on either side." Ogden said coldly.

Gaunt narrowed his eyes at Ogden's face and muttered in an apparently deliberately offensive tone, "Now I think about it. I have indeed seen your nose like that in Muggle villages. ”

"I have no doubt that since your son attacks them so casually," said Ogden, "perhaps we may come into the house and talk?" ”

"Into the house?" Gaunt said in a strange tone, and he said this not at Ogden, but at Richard. Silver.

"Yes, Mr. Gaunt. I have already sued you. I'm here for Morfin's business. We sent an owl—"

"Owls are of no use to me." "I never read letters. ”

"Then you can't complain and say you didn't know someone was coming." Ogden said bitterly, "I'm here to deal with a serious violation of wizarding laws that happened in the early hours of this morning—"

Richard. Silver coughed loudly,

"Alright, alright, alright!" "Go to the damn house," Gaunt yelled, "for you'll be so comfortable!" ”

The house appears to have three small rooms, with the large room in the middle serving as a kitchen and living room, and two doors leading to the other rooms. Muffin sat in a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, fiddling with a small live viper between his thick fingers.

There was the sound of slow footsteps in the corner of the open window, and Harry realized that there was another person in the room, a girl, and the tattered grey dress she wore was the color of the dirty stone wall behind her. She stood by a steaming saucepan on a soot-laden stove, looking for something in the pile of filthy pots and pots on the shelves above the stove. Her straight hair was dull, her face was pale, her appearance was mediocre, and her expression was very melancholy.

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

"Good morning." Ogden said.

The girl did not reply, but gave her father a panicked look, and then quickly turned her back and continued to fiddle with the pots and pots on the shelves.

"All right, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, "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. ”

The bang was deafening. Merope knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her, "Why, get on the ground like a filthy Muggle and look for it?" What is your wand for, you big bale of waste? (To be continued......)