"Exactly!" said Ogden, wiping his face and angrily, "I suppose you are Mr. Gaunt, right?"

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

"Yes!" said Ogden, unhappily.

"You ought to have let us know first, didn't you?" said Gaunt in a domineering manner, "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?" said Ogden, struggling to his feet.

“*&......%￥#H%￥*@。 The attacker spoke, clearly an expletive.

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 Moffin, "%¥&*@"

Although it was still a parseltongue, several people understood from Morfin's actions: Morfin seemed to want to defend himself, but his father glared at him fiercely, and he changed his mind, and walked slowly towards the wooden house with strange and staggering steps, and when he entered, he slammed the door shut, and the snake swayed pitifully.

"Why does the Parseltongue hurt the snake?" said Tonks with a look of reluctance.

"Nobody says Parseltongue must love snakes, my dear. Lupin seemed to want to pat Tonks on the shoulder, but several of them were disembodied......

"I've come to meet your son, Mr. Gaunt," Ogden said, wiping the last speck of yellow pus from the placket of his shirt, "that was Morfin, right?"

"Ah, that's Morfin. "Are you a pure-blood?" the old man said nonchalantly, "are you a pure-blood?" he asked, his attitude suddenly becoming so aggressive.

"Not on either side. Ogden said coldly. This can't help but make Lockhart admire him a little, although he is also mixed-race, but such a frank admission is not his style, he will definitely tell the other party equally aggressively, pure-bloods are not necessarily mixed-race opponents.

Gaunt apparently disagreed. He narrowed his eyes at Ogden's face and muttered in an apparently deliberately offensive tone, "Now that I look back, I have indeed seen your nose like that in the village." ”

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

"Into the house?"

"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 sharply, "I'm here to deal with a serious violation of wizarding law that happened in the early hours of this morning—"

"Alright, alright, alright!" Gaunt roared, "just go to the damn house, then you'll be much more 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. Morfin sat in a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, fiddling with a small live viper between his thick fingers, and humming softly in a parseltongue a song that no one could understand.

There was the sound of slow footsteps in the corner next to the open window, and several people were not really there, so they realized that there was another person in the room. It was a girl, and the tattered gray dress she wore was the same color as 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. Her eyes were the same as her brother's, glaring in two opposite directions. She looked cleaner than the two men, but she still looked listless.

"The Gaunt family is so messed up?" Blake frowned.

"There are still a lot of treasures in Gringotts in the Black family, right?" Lockhart guessed that the Huffpuff's gold cup might be in Gringotts, but Bellatrix had already been killed by him, and he wasn't sure.

"Hey, quite a bit, but I don't want to use it. Blake was a little proud, then a little lonely, he was now the only one who could open the Black family vault, and if he died, I don't know if his godson Harry would have the right to open that vault.

"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.

"Merope is Voldemort's mother. Dumbledore said nonchalantly, as if it were an unimportant matter, but the other four immediately turned to look at the girl.

"How so?" said Lockhart, who was so miserable that she was going to have a baby with a Muggle.

"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, "what, get on the ground like a filthy Muggle and look for it, what are you wand for, you big bale of waste?"

"Mr. Gaunt, please don't do this!" said Ogden, in a tone of astonishment, as Merope had 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, "Fix it, you useless stupid big man, fix it!"

"She's using magic like a kid who has just started school, what's going on?" Lupin, who had also been a professor, saw that something was wrong, "but she's not a squib......"

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

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 he? maybe he'll get you out of my hands, maybe he doesn't hate dirty squibs......"

Merope didn't look at anyone, didn't thank Ogden, 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," said Mr. Ogden again, "as I have said, the reason for my visit—"

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

"This pure-blood wizard family deserves to disappear into history. Tonks couldn't take it anymore, "What do they think Muggles for?" but Dumbledore made a silencing gesture at them.

"Morfin violated wizarding law. Ogden said sternly.

"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," said Ogden, "I'm afraid. ”

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—"

Who do you think you dare to summon my son?"

"I'm the captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team. Ogden said. This guy turned out to be a captain, and the captain of the striker was not as good as an ordinary Auror, Lockhart thought with some dissatisfaction.

"You think we're the thinners?" Gaunt screamed, poking his yellow, dirty fingers into his chest as he approached Ogden, "We're going to have to run around as soon as the Ministry of Magic calls?" Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy little mudblood, huh?"

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

"That's right!" Gaunt yelled, and Lockhart thought for a moment that Gaunt was making a lewd gesture to Ogdon, 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? Know what it is? Know where it came from? It's been in our family for centuries, and our family has been so old, 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!"

"You must have seen this ring," Dumbledore reminded them, "and we destroyed the Horcrux. ”

"Ah......h

"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, a hand reaching for her throat as if it was going to strangle her. 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.

(Including the original plot, according to the rules, three watches in the evening)