"Marvolo, you should at least be kind to your daughter. Richard frowned, and Harry could see that he was very unhappy, but he was worried that something had not happened.

"Richard Silver is not a good-natured wizard, and there is a reason for his patience. Dumbledore said.

"You don't need to point fingers at me about your children's education, Richard, mind your own little son, I've heard that he's got involved with a Muggle-born girl, eh? Gaunt said angrily.

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. Trembling, she pulled her wand out of her pocket, pointed to it, and whispered a spell in a panic, and the jar flew out of her feet against the ground, slammed into the opposite wall, and split in half.

Morfin let out a maniacal laugh. Gaunt screamed in anger, "Fix it, you useless stupid big man, fix it!" are you going to make me lose face in front of these two guys?"

Merope stumbled to the other end of the room, but before she could raise her wand, Richard had already pointed at it with his own, and said calmly, "Restore it as before!" and the jar was repaired by itself.

For a moment, Gaunt seemed to want to yell at Richard Silver, but Richard Silver's unkind face made him change his mind. He sneered at his daughter and said, "It's good to have this kind relative of ours, isn't it? Maybe you can go to him when I'm dead, oh, maybe the Silver family doesn't discriminate against a Squib, especially a Squib with whom they are related." ”

For a moment, Harry felt that Richard Silver was about to make a move, and he had seen that crazy look in Jack Silver's eyes, but he gave up anyway.

"Marvolo's wife before marrying Gaunt. It was surnamed Silver. Dumbledore explained to Harry.

With such a connection, it's no wonder that Richard, who had a fiery temper in Dumbledore's mouth, didn't do anything to fix the old man, who seemed to Harry to be very inflated.

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

"Mr. Gaunt," Ogden was a little overwhelmed by the qiē as he entered the room. He finally seized the opportunity and said, "As I said, the reason I'm here is—"

"I understood it the first time!" said Gaunt angrily, "so what? Morfin taught a Muggle a lesson—so what?"

"Morfin violated wizarding law. Ogden said.

"Morfin violated wizarding laws," Gaunt mimicked Ogden's voice, and deliberately dragged his voice in a tone that exuded arrogance. Morfin burst out laughing again. "He gave a filthy Muggle a little color, look, what, it's illegal now?"

"Yes. "I'm afraid so." ”

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—"

"Subpoena, subpoena, who do you think you are? How dare you summon my son?"

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

"You think we're the," Gaunt screamed, poking his yellow, dirty fingers into his chest as he approached, "The Ministry of Magic called. Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy little mudblood, huh?"

"I remember as if I was talking to Mr. Gaunt. Ogden looked wary. But without flinching.

"It's true that the world has changed, and anyone dares to bully the Gaunt family. Gaunt waved his arms angrily, "Look, Richard Silver, that's what you did." Sooner or later, you'll have to taste the bitterness, and come up with a Ministry of Magic that is above the pure-blood wizards, and what are the descendants of Peverell going to do with those bastards!"

Ogden looked at Gaunt warily, "Mr. Gunter......"

"You've got me covered!" Gaunt roared. Harry thought Gaunt was making a lewd gesture for a moment, and then he realized that Gaunt was showing Ogden the ugly black gem ring on his middle finger. He dangled the ring in front of Ogden. "See this? See this? Do you know what this is? Do you know where this came from? It has been passed down in our family for centuries, and our family has been so old, and it has always been a pureblood! Do you know how much someone will pay to buy it from me? And of course my rich relative, who has always wanted to get his hands on this ring, which has Peverell's coat of arms engraved on it!"

"I really don't know," Ogden said, 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 yelled angrily and lunged at his daughter, one hand reaching for her throat, and for a moment Harry thought he was going to strangle her to death. Then, he grabbed a gold chain around his daughter's neck and pulled her to Ogden.

"See that?" he snarled at Ogdon, shaking a heavy gold locket at him, and Merope coughed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

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

"Slytherin's!" Gaunt cried, "Salazar Slytherin's! we are his last living descendants, what do you have to say about that, huh?"

"Your daughter, Mr. Gaunt," Ogden said in alarm.

"Let go, Gaunt. Richard's wand was pointed at Gaunt, who let Melup go in pain. She stumbled away from him and returned to the corner where she had been, rubbing her neck and panting hard.

"This bee sting spell makes it good, Richard. Gaunt didn't seem to take the injury on his hand seriously, and he continued, "So now I see, our ancestors have been pure-bloods for generations, not the kind of mongrels and Muggles that the Ministry of Magic can bully at will, and no one wants to call on the Gaunts, huh? Do you understand?" (To be continued......)