HP Magic Biography

You are not welcome here.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of them.

The man's hair was thick and tangled with a lot of mud, and it was hard to see what color it was. He was also missing a few teeth. The small, black eyes stared straight ahead. He's supposed to look funny, but he doesn't; the effect is creepy, and it's no wonder Ogden steps back when he speaks.

Er... good morning. I'm from the Ministry of Magic—

You are not welcome here.

Er—I'm sorry—I don't understand you, Ogden said nervously.

Fan Lin felt that Ogden was too dull; in Fan Lin's opinion, this stranger had expressed his meaning very clearly, especially since he was waving a magic wand in one hand and holding a bloody knife in the other, even though he couldn't understand His words, but this does not affect the expression of the man's meaning.

Parseltongue? Fan Lin hesitated for a moment. Although Harry said such words in his sleep more than once, Fan Lin still didn't understand what it meant.

A bunch of unidentified syllables and breathing sounds, but this also made Fan Lin understand what this memory was about.

Voldemort's family, the Gaunt family, the only pure blood descendants of Slytherin, 100% pure blood...

That's right, it's Parseltongue! Dumbledore nodded and smiled. He could understand it, but he couldn't speak it out. Of course, it is still possible to repeat some simple words.

The ragged man was closing in on Ogden, with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.

Now, listen carefully— Ogden began, but it was too late: with a bang, Ogden fell to the ground and clutched his nose with his hands, a disgusting yellow goo sprayed from between his fingers come out.

Morfin! said a loud voice. An elderly man hurried out of the hut and slammed the door behind him, the dead snake on it dangling pitifully.

The man was even shorter than the previous one, and of strange proportions; his shoulders were broad, his arms a little too long, he had bright brown eyes, his hair was thick and short, and his face was covered with Wrinkled, which makes him look like a feisty old monkey.

He walked over to the man with the knife, who was giggling at Ogden as he lay on the ground.

Ministry of Magic, eh? The old man stared down at Ogden.

Yes! Ogden said angrily, covering his face. I suppose you are Mr. Gaunt?

He hit you in the face, didn't he?

Yes, he did! snapped Ogden.

You should let us know of your visit, shouldn't you? said Gaunt domineeringly. This is private property. You cannot walk in without my son defending himself.

Defend yourself against whom, man? Ogden scrambled to his feet.

Nosy people. Uninvited people. Muggles and filthy ones. Ogden pointed his wand at his nose, which was still dripping with yellow pus, which disappeared immediately.

Mr. Gaunt said to Morfin out of the corner of his mouth, Go inside. No argument.

This time, it was Dumbledore who translated for Fan Lin. To be precise, there was no one else present except Dumbledore who could translate the conversation between Gaunt and his son for Fan Lin and Rutherford.

It's amazing magic. Rutherford said with a sigh. Originally, he needed to guess, but in an instant, all the conversations were heard clearly.

Morfin seemed about to protest, but his father gave him a menacing look, so he changed his mind and walked slowly back to the cabin with a strange wobbly gait, slamming the door behind him, and the snake was miserable again. shaking.

I'm here to visit your son, Mr. Gaunt, said Ogden, wiping the last bit of pus off his coat. That's Morfin, isn't it?

Oh, that's Morfin, said the old man casually. Are you pure-blood? he asked suddenly defiantly.

That's irrelevant to today's conversation, Ogden said dryly.

Fan Lin couldn't help showing a little more respect for Ogden. Apparently Gaunt didn't think so at all. He squinted at Ogden's face, and muttered in a decidedly offensive tone, Now that I think about it, I seem to have seen a nose like yours in the village down the hill.

I don't doubt that if you let your son attack them, Ogden said, maybe we can go in and talk about it.

Go in? Yes, Mr. Gaunt. I told you. I'm here for Morfin. We've sent an owl—

Owls are useless, said Gaunt. I don't read letters.

Then you can't complain about not being notified of a visit, said Ogden sharply. I'm here because of a serious breach of wizarding law that occurred earlier today—

All right, all right, all right! Gaunt roared impatiently. Come to this bloody house, and you will suffer!

The house appears to have three small rooms. The main hall, which serves as both the living room and the kitchen, opens with two doors. Sitting in a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, Morfin was fingering a live adder with his gnarled fingers, singing softly in Parseltongue, Hiss, hiss, my dear! Little snake, you're singing on the ground, be nice to Morfin, or he'll nail you to the door.

In a corner by the open window, there was a sound of shuffling feet, and Fan Lin realized that there was someone else in the room. The stone wall is exactly the same.

She was standing next to a dirty black stove with a steaming pot on it. She seemed insignificant compared with the battered-looking pots and pans on the shelf above.

Her head was long and dry, and her face looked plain, pale, and gloomy. A pair of eyes were the same as his brother's, staring straight ahead. Compared with the two men, she was a little cleaner, but Fan Lin still thought she was the worst person he had ever seen.

Compared with the previous Kreacher, he didn't give way too much, the numbness and bewilderment in his eyes made it possible to clearly feel the emptiness from the girl.

To be honest, she was a very good-looking girl with an aura that made people feel pity, but when she appeared in the room at this time, she seemed out of place with her surroundings.

Fan Lin felt that he seemed to understand the girl's identity, so he couldn't help but pay more attention to it, but to his great disappointment, Fan Lin didn't find anything special.

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