Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1070: The beginning of all evil

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At this moment, there was a rustle, followed by a click.

A man in a ragged shirt jumped from a nearby tree and fell right in front of Ogden.

Ogden was taken aback and quickly backed up, stepping on the back of his coat and nearly falling.

"Hiss!" The man standing in front of them made a strange voice fiercely.

The thick hair was tangled with thick dirt, and the original color could not be discerned.

A few teeth were lost in his mouth, and two little black eyes stared in two opposite directions.

He should have looked funny, but in fact it was not.

He looks very scary, very scary, no wonder Ogden has stepped back a few steps before speaking.

"Uh, good morning, this is the Ministry of Magic ..."

"Hiss, hiss!" he yelled, waving his wand(s) and **** short knife in his hand.

"Uh, sorry, I can't understand you." Ogden said anxiously.

Ivan initially thought it was a meaningless voice from this man, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This is Parseltongue!

This guy is Voldemort's Uncle Morfin · Gaunt, a guy who can only say Parseltongue.

This used to be the pride of Salazar · Slytherin, but Ivan knew from Elaine that no one in Vampire(s) would say Parseltongue.

Perhaps, while becoming Vampire(s), the snake part of their blood has been abandoned.

Therefore, there are only a few people in the world who can say Parseltongue, which is a type of blood lineage.

Only the powerful bloodline power of Slytherin, or only the Gaunt family so conservative, insisting on the pure blood wizard(s) family of close relative intermarry, can inherit the bloodline magic today after thousands of years.

Others, such as the pure Malfoy family known as lineage, have only one name left.

The blood heritage of the Ravenclaw family is to abandon their feelings for the highest wisdom. So what is the complete blood heritage of the more prestigious Slytherin family? ! It is definitely not just as simple as Parseltongue, but no matter how powerful it is, no one knows it.

"You should understand, Ivan?" Dumbledore asked softly, "Is it?"

"Yes, Professor, this is Parseltongue!" Ivan said, "What is he talking about?"

"Oh, I think probably Ogden is unpopular or something. This family is famous for restlessness and irritability. They do n’t welcome outsiders."

"Voldemort mother's family, Gaunt family ..."

"It seems that you did a lot of research!" Dumbledore was not surprised at all, but said happily, "Now please continue to read, this will be very helpful for our next journey, if there is anything you can go out and say."

At this time, Morfin wearing a ragged shirt was holding a knife in one hand and waving wand(s) in one hand, approaching Ogden step by step.

"Hello, don't you!" Ogden just wanted to speak, but it was too late.

With a bang, Ogden fell to the ground.

He squeezed his nose with his hand, and a disgusting yellow, sticky thing came out of his fingers.

"Morfin!" shouted a voice.

An elderly man hurriedly ran out of the wooden house and slammed the door behind him, the dead snake shaking violently.

This man is slightly shorter than Morfin. He has a weird figure and is disproportionately long. His shoulders are too wide, his arms are too long, plus a pair of shiny brown eyes, a short, hard hair and a wrinkle Baba's face looked like a fierce old monkey.

He walked over and stood next to Morfin. Morfin laughed happily when he saw Ogden falling to the ground.

"Here comes from the ministry, eh?" The older man looked down at Ogden.

"Exactly!" Ogden said angrily while wiping his face, "I think, are you Mr. Gaunt?"

"Yes." Gaunt said, "He hit your face, right?"

"Yes!" Ogden said angrily.

"I don't think it's his fault. You should inform us first when you come here, don't you?" Gaunt said arrogantly. "This is a private territory. You come in with such a big swing, can my son not take self-defense actions?"

"What does he have to defend himself?" Ogden struggled to get up and said, "I didn't plan to hurt it."

“It ’s not just you, we always have some nosy people, robbers who run into private houses, muggle(s) and garbage.”

There are still a lot of yellow pus-like things on the nose of Ogden. He pointed himself with wand(s) and they stopped immediately.

Mr. Gaunt said a few words to Morfin, still Parseltongue, Ivan could not understand.

But Morfin understood what his father meant, and he seemed reluctant and wanted to explain a few words.

His father glared fiercely at him, and he changed his mind, striding slowly toward the wooden house in a weird, swaying footstep.

After entering, the door was closed again, and the snake above the door wobbled pitifully.

"I'm here to see your son, Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden, while wiping the last yellow pus from the lapel, "Is that just Morfin?"

"That is Morfin." The old man said casually, his attitude suddenly became aggressive, "Are you pure lineage?"

"Yes, both sides." Ogden said coldly, "But our family does not talk about that set."

"Hum!" Mr. Gaunt narrowed his eyes and stared at Ogden's face, muttering with a clearly intentionally offensive tone, "Now I look back and think that I did see your nose like that in the village. "

"I have no doubt about it, since your son attacks them at will." Ogden said, "Maybe we can go in and talk?"

"Enter the house?"

"Yes, Mr. Gaunt, I told you, I came here for Morfin, we sent an owl ..."

"Owl is useless to me." Gaunt said, "I never read letters."

"Then you can't complain about not knowing that someone is coming." Ogden said sharply, "I'm here to deal with a serious violation of the wizard(s) law that happened in the early morning ..."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Gaunt shouted, "Go to the **** house, then you will be much more comfortable!"

There seem to be three small houses in this house. The large house in the middle doubles as a kitchen and living room. Two doors lead to other houses.

Morfin was sitting on a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, fiddling with a live little viper between his thick fingers, and humming a weird ballad with Parseltongue, Ivan I don't understand what it means, but it is conceivable that the lyrics will not make people feel happy.

After they walked in, there were slow footsteps in the corner beside the open window.

A girl came out, and the ragged gray dress she was wearing was just the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her. She glanced at the strange visitor in a formal manner, and stood standing full of soot Next to a steaming saucepan on the stove, looking for something in a pile of dirty pots and pans on the shelf above the stove.

Her straight hair is dull, her face is pale, her face is plain, and her expression looks very sad.

Her eyes are the same as those of her brother, staring in two opposite directions.

She looks cleaner than those two men, but she is also listless!

It goes without saying that she is the mother of Voldemort's, the beginning of all evil.