My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 61 Gaunt's Old House
The freak used the rusty knife in his hand to poke the long hair that covered his eyes in front of his forehead, revealing his face that looked like he hadn't cleaned it for a long time. Judging from his body shape, he should not be old, but dirty The face under the long messy hair is full of wrinkles, and the dirt hides in these ravines. The distance between the small and black eyes is a bit large, and they look in different directions.

He was a little confused. The person in front of him seemed to be young, but he felt that he was not too young. Soon he stopped thinking about it. The genius brain created by his generations of inbreeding could no longer support him in thinking about such complex issues. .

He opened his mouth wide, his teeth were half lost, and the other general stains and spots were about to fall out. He roared something, it sounded like an ancient dialect somewhere, Nelson approached the dilapidated house, the man pulled out from behind his waist Wand, waving the wand in one hand and the knife in the other.

Nelson took a closer look and saw that the knife wasn't rusted at all - on the contrary, it was sharper than most knives, and what looked like rust on it was actually dried blood.

"Hisssssssssssssss." Nelson got closer and heard what he was saying. His voice was rough and indistinct as if he had something in his mouth, and it passed through again. That leaky mouth with only half of its teeth left is even more incomprehensible.

"Parseltongue?" Nelson realized that the person in front of him could not be handled with common sense. He spread his hands, indicating that he was not malicious, took two steps back, and said, "Are you Mr. Morfin Gaunt?"

"Hiss..." The man's hand wielding the knife became stronger, and he didn't seem to understand what Nelson was saying.

Nelson was a little bored, trying to recall the Parseltongue Tom taught him last Christmas, "How did you say hello? Hiss~?"

"Ss~ss", he tried to pronounce it, but he didn't learn it at the time, how could he master it now--naturally, he insulted the man in front of him in Parseltongue, even though he didn't know what the sentence meant. what.

"What?" The man dropped the knife, brushed his hair with both hands, and stared at Nelson in shock. It turned out that he could speak English, but his English was as hoarse as his Parseltongue. "You are pure blood!"

"What?" Nelson was a little puzzled. For a moment, he thought that seeing blood with the naked eye was the unique skill of the Gaunt family, and he said again, "May I ask if you are Morfin—"

"Yes! I am! You, Parseltongue!" the man said excitedly, "You are pure blood!"

"Actually, that's all I can say." Nelson shook his head, looking at Morfin, who seemed to be not very normal, and said sternly, "Mr. Morfin, I'm here to visit you."

"What do I have to visit?" Morfin Gaunt's sanity seemed to come back, he bent down to pick up the knife on the ground, put his wand back in his waist, turned around and walked towards the house, where he had an imaginary meeting with Nelson. Different from the brutal dismount, the Parseltongue and the identity of a pure-blood wizard made Morfin inexplicably identify with him. He walked in front, and Nelson followed behind him, silently inserting his hand into the collar of his coat.

"Do you like it?" The two walked to the door, and Morfin noticed that Nelson was looking at the live snake nailed to the wooden door. It struggled and tore the wound even wider. The blood of cold-blooded animals was in such a way. The cold weather is getting colder, and the blood from the wound is about to solidify, "I can give it to you later."

"Thanks, but no need." Nelson smiled stiffly and followed him into the room.The house was divided into three small rooms, the largest room they entered looked like a combination of kitchen and living room, with a door and a door frame next to it, the room without the door frame was full of clutter There is a thick layer of dust on the floor, and the other room with a door should be Morfin's bedroom - the inside of this house is as dilapidated as the outside, if it looks like a room that is about to collapse from the outside If the wooden shed is broken, then from the inside, it is also the interior of a wooden shed that is about to collapse.

"A pure-blood wizard, are you from the Ministry of Magic?" Morfin squeezed himself into an armchair by the fireplace and simmered, brushing the grime from the wrinkles on his face as he held up the dirty glass beside him Cup took a sip of an unidentifiable liquid. "Is it because I expelled the Muggle who invaded my house again?"

"No, it's not." Nelson found a relatively clean place on the sofa and sat down, his hands still in his arms, he shook his head and explained his purpose, "I'm a cultural relics lover, you know, our kind People always inquire about things that others don’t know.”

"I heard that Gaunt is a great surname with a long history, so I inquired here to have a look." Nelson pretended to look around the surroundings casually, and he found that many of the things in the room that looked like tattered were antiques , "I have to say that even in such a time of temporary decline, you still maintain the demeanor of a pure-blood noble, and you are indeed a direct descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin."

"You know?" Morfin asked gruffly. His face and neck were already red. It looked like the quilt was filled with wine, or maybe it was because the fireplace was too warm?
Nelson felt the chill in the room, wrapped his coat tightly around him, and dismissed the idea.

Morfin took another sip of wine and asked, "Pure blood wizard, what's your name?"

"Me? My name is Igor Karkaroff." Nelson looked at the furnishings in the room like a true artifact lover, and said with admiration, "Seriously, Mr. Gaunt, I really am I want to be with you, but the blood of the Gaunt family is too pure! This is something that other pure blood families can't do. By the way, I heard that there should be another one in your family named Marvolo. Gaunt's elder, is he there?"

"Karkaroff? Pure blood on the German side?" Morfin seemed to take advantage of Nelson's comments about his ancestry, shifting into a comfortable position in the armchair, then took another gulp from his glass, not caring. He said, "He died, died in Azkaban. And I have no sister, and the pure blood of our family will be cut off."

"Oh, that's a pity." Nelson's glib look made him feel a little disgusted, he sat up straight, and said sternly, "Mr. Gaunt, I'm here mainly for this. matter."

"what?"

"I would like to help you restore the glory of your family and lineage. It seems to me that you have everything, except for some money—and pomp." Nelson shook his head, his soft blonde hair fluttering, looking really like It is a rich pure-blood nobleman, "And I, who happen to have some spare money, I am willing to help you."

Morfin opened his mouth and was about to say something when Nelson interjected.

"Mr. Gaunt, I understand that as a noble pure blood like you, you will definitely not accept alms from others." He moved his eyes to Morfin's hand holding the wine glass, and finally found the ring, "So you You only need to pay for some useless crafts, and you can get the gold Galleon you need most."

Although Morfin lacked intelligence, he was very keen. He immediately covered Nelson's staring hand. Nelson thought, "something bad," but heard Morfin loudly say, "This cup cannot be given to you! It belongs to our family. The treasure, with it, you can drink a steady stream of wine!"

"No wonder he's so poor and still drinking." Nelson thought to himself, and his dangling heart finally fell, he said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Gaunt, I just want some useless things, such as this snuff bottle, This flower pot, oh, and that oil painting over there! Oh, it's so beautiful. Dispose of these useless things to me, and you'll get a hundred Galleons."

"They're not worth that much." Morfin regained his senses, resisting the temptation and asking, "What do you want?"

"No, Mr. Gaunt, you are very wrong, for collectors, the collection is not about the price, but about the hobby and the story behind it, I think in a family like Gaunt, even an ordinary armchair is There is a long history."

"That's right, the chair I'm sitting on, my mother used to—"

"So, Mr. Gaunt," Nelson strikes while the iron is hot, "if you don't think you want to take advantage of me, you might as well add a few trinkets to top it off. How about this corkscrew? Oh no, you need it to open it. Wine bottle...well, let me think about it."

Nelson moved his gaze to Morfin's hand, and he licked his lips, "How about this ring? It just so happens that you have money, you can change yourself a gold one."

"This ring is the treasure of the Gaunt family..."

"You believe that too?" Nelson shook his head regretfully, "How could a family like you use an obsidian ring as a family heirloom? Anyway, it has to be set with some precious stones, which one of your relatives is designated. I stole the real ring and sold it."

"Merope must have done it!" Morfin said savagely, dazedly handing the ring to Nelson's hand, then turning around and pouring alcohol into the doorless utility room.

"Passed out." A short red light flashed across the dilapidated house. Nelson retracted his wand, walked to Morfin, who was lying on the ground, and waved it again. "Forget it!"

Then he picked up the ring and looked closely to his eyes. The smooth black gemstone was engraved with a gleaming symbol: a vertical line in the circle, and the line ran through a triangle.

Nelson put away the ring with satisfaction, took out the purse and counted a hundred Galleons, found a tattered cloth bag from the house, threw the money in it, and stuffed it in the junk pile in the utility room.

"I hope you have the habit of cleaning regularly." Nelson picked up his suitcase and cane, put on a soft felt hat, pushed open the door, and whistled briskly down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)