Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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She looked cleaner than those two men, but she was just as listless!

Needless to say, she is Voldemort's mother, the beginning of all evil.

Chapter 1071 Ring

Having said that, it's obviously not fair to blame everything on such a poor girl.

Her father locked her firmly in the house and kept her from outsiders, not even Hogwarts.

Her only fate is to be abused, and then wait to marry her brother and continue this ancient, conservative, and sinful pure-blood family.

No matter who it is, growing up in such an environment, the mind will be distorted.

If it was Ivan, he might have left this house long ago.

It's a pity that she doesn't even have the ability to run away from home.

Only when her father and younger brother were imprisoned in Azkaban did she usher in her own life.

Unfortunately, it was just a more terrible nightmare and tragedy.

"My daughter, Merope," Gaunt introduced reluctantly when he saw Ogden looking at the girl questioningly.

"Good morning," Ogden said.

Merope didn't answer. She glanced at her father in panic, then quickly turned her back and continued to fiddle with the pots and pans on the shelf.

"Well, Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden, looking away. "Let's get straight to the point. We have reason to believe that your son Morfin was bewitched in front of a Muggle late last night."

With a deafening bang, Merope knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her, watching his daughter disapprovingly as she picked up the jar. "What, lying on the ground like a dirty Muggle? Damn, what's your wand for, you This big trash bag?"

"Mr. Gaunt, please don't!" said Ogden in a tone of astonishment.

At this time, Merope had already picked up the jar, but suddenly, her face turned red and white.

As soon as she let go of her hand, the jar fell to the ground again.

Following her father's order, she tremblingly took out her wand from her pocket, pointed at the pot, and murmured a spell in a panic, the pot flew out from under her feet and hit the opposite wall, Cracked in two.

Morfin let out a maniacal giggle at the sight.

Gaunt screamed, "Fix it, you useless big fool, fix it! Immediately, immediately!"

Merope stumbled across the room, but before she could raise her wand, Ogden pointed his own.

He said calmly, "Back to the original!" The jar was repaired automatically immediately.

For a moment Gaunt seemed to want to yell at Ogden, but then seemed to change his mind.

He sneered at his daughter, "It's a good thing there's this nice fellow from the Ministry here, isn't it? Maybe he'll get you out of my hands, maybe he doesn't hate nasty Squibs..."

Without looking at anyone or thanking Ogden, Merope picked up the jar and replaced it on the shelf with trembling hands. On the wall between the grimy window and the stove, it seemed that he wished only to sink into the stone wall and disappear completely.

"Mr. Gaunt!" began Mr. Ogden again. "As I said, the reason I'm here is..."

"I understood it the first time!" Gaunt said angrily, pretending to be taken for granted, "So what? Morfin just taught a Muggle a lesson, so what? What do you think? What to do to him?"

"Morfin broke wizard law," said Ogden gravely.

"Morfin broke wizard law." Gaunt imitated Ogden's voice.

He deliberately dragged his tongue, exuding a sense of arrogance.

Morfin giggled again, making a nasty noise.

"Damn times, he did the right thing and gave a filthy Muggle some color. Look, what, it's illegal now?"

"Yes!" said Ogden. "I'm afraid so. It's a serious offense."

He took a small roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and unfolded it.

"What is this, his sentence?" Gaunt raised his voice angrily.

"Summoned him to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation..."

"Summon! Summon! Summon?! Who do you think you are, dare to summon my son?" Gunter asked loudly.

"I am captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad," said Ogden.

"You think we're scumbags?" screamed Gaunt, poking his chest with dirty, yellowed fingers as he approached Ogden. Do you think the Ministry of Magic has that much power? Do you know who you're talking to, you nasty brat, huh?"

"I remember as if I was talking to Mr. Gaunt." Ogden looked wary, but didn't flinch.

"That's right!" growled Gaunt. "You're talking to me, but you obviously don't know who I am!"

He held up his hand to show Ogden the ugly black stone ring on his middle finger.

Aiwen's eyes also focused on the ring, which was the goal of their trip.

This ring is priceless, not to mention that the black gemstone on it is the legendary resurrection stone.

As long as Mr. Gunter sells the ring, it will be enough to change their current embarrassing situation.

Of course, he won't do that.

This is probably the only remaining proof of their identity in this family, representing the glory of the past.

Apparently, Gaunt thought so too, as he dangled the ring triumphantly in front of Ogden.

"Look carefully, Ivan!" Dumbledore reminded, "This is what we will set out to find later."

"Yeah!" Evan nodded.

"See this? See this? Do you know what it is? Do you know where it came from? It's been in our family for thousands of years, our family has been around for that long, and it's always been pure. Bloodlines! Do you know how much someone will pay to get it out of my hand? The gem has Peverell's arms carved on it!"

Yes, yes, Peverell, an ancient wizarding family that only appeared in legends.

The three most famous brothers of their family made a deal with Death and left behind three holy artifacts that can conquer death.

"I really don't know!" said Ogden hesitantly, blinking as the ring dangled an inch in front of his nose, "and it has nothing to do with it, Mr. ..."

With a growl of rage, Gaunt rushed at his daughter, thrusting a hand straight to her throat.

He seemed to strangle her, and then, by a gold chain around her neck, he drew her to Ogden.

"See this?" he growled at Ogden, shaking a heavy gold locket on top of it at him.

Merope coughed so hard that he couldn't even breathe.

"I see, I see!" Ogden said hastily.

"Slytherin's!" Gaunt yelled, at the top of his voice, "Salazar Slytherin's! You don't even know who he is, you stupid boy? Tell you, we are his last A living descendant, the only one, what do you say about that, eh?"

Chapter 1072 The end of Ogden's memories

This locket is now on Ivan's neck. Compared with the one on Merope's neck, it is a little less gold.

Of course, this still cannot affect its own value. Its real value lies in its ability to absorb excess magic power and feed it back.

This thing is not as simple as an ornament to prove identity. Slytherin left magic beyond imagination on it.

It is a pity that his descendants did not discover this, and it is impossible to discover this.

"Mr. Gaunt, your daughter!" Ogden said in alarm, but Gaunt had already let Merope go.

She stumbled away from him and returned to the original corner, panting hard while rubbing her neck.

"Well!" said Gunter triumphantly, as if he had just proved a complicated problem so clearly that there would be no more disputes, "so don't talk to us in that tone, don't treat us like the soles of your shoes Don’t imagine us being summoned to the Ministry of Magic casually like those mudbloods and scumbags, our ancestors are all pure blood, all wizards, the most noble wizards! I believe, you don’t have these things to show off!”

He spat at Ogden's feet, and Morfin giggled again.

Merope curled up by the window with her head down, silent, her straight hair covering her face.

"Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden stubbornly, trying not to meet Gaunt's eyes. "I'm afraid neither your ancestors nor mine have anything to do with this matter. I'm here for Morfin, and yesterday." The Muggle he provoked in the middle of the night, we got information that Morfin cast a curse on that Muggle, or cast a magic spell on him, causing him to develop excruciating hives all over his body."

Morfin giggled, proud of what he had done.

It is a miracle that this family can survive to this day. It can only be said that the Ministry of Magic at that time was too tolerant of them.

"Shut up, boy!" Gaunt yelled in Parseltongue, and Morfin immediately fell silent.

"Even if he did, so what?" Gaunt said defiantly to Ogden, "I think you must have wiped that Muggle's dirty face clean, and his memory..."

"That's not the problem, Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden. "This was an unprovoked attack on an unsuspecting..."

"Ha, when I saw you just now, I knew you were a Muggle-loving person." Gaunt sneered, and spat on the ground again.

"Nothing will come of this talk," said Ogden righteously. "From the manner of your son, it is evident that he has no remorse for what he has done. So be it, I give you a formal notice, and Morfin will Tried on the fourteenth of September to answer charges of using magic in the presence of a Muggle and causing harm and suffering to that Muggle..."

Ogden stopped suddenly, and the tinkling of bells, the clatter of horses' hoofs, and loud chatter and laughter drifted in through the open window.

Apparently, the narrow path leading to the village was very close to the undergrowth where the house stood.

Gaunt was stunned, he listened attentively, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it!

Morfin hissed, and he turned his eyes to where the sound came from, with a greedy expression on his face.

Merope raised her head, her face was frighteningly pale.

"My God, what a sight!" came a girl's clear voice through the open window, and they heard it as clearly as if she were standing in the room beside them, "Tom, your father Can't we just tear down that little shabby shed? It's too ruinous for the scenery to stay here!"

"That's not ours," said a young man's voice, "everything on the other side of the valley belongs to our family, but that cabin belongs to an old tramp named Gaunt and his children, who have passed it down from their ancestors." Yes, that son is crazy, you should really listen to what the people in the village say about him..."

The girl laughed, and the clatter of hooves grew louder, and Morfin wanted to jump up from his arm-chair.

"Sit still!" his father warned him in Parseltongue.

"Tom!" came the girl's voice again, closer now, when they were evidently near the house, "I can't be mistaken, did someone nail a snake to that door?"

"Yes, you read that right!" said the man's voice. "It must have been done by the Gaunt son. I told you he was out of his mind. Don't look at it, Cecilia, dear. "

Jingling, the sound of bells and horseshoes gradually faded away.

"Honey!" whispered Morfin in his Parseltongue, looking at his sister, "you heard that, he called her darling, and it looks like he's not going to want you anymore, that dirty Muggle took you Abandoned!"

Merope's face was pale, shaking for a while, and he might faint at any moment.

"What's the matter?" Gaunt snapped, speaking in Parseltongue too, looking from his son to his daughter. "What did you say, Morfin?"

"She likes to watch that Muggle," said Morfin, staring at his sister with a malicious look on his face, while Merope looked terrified. "Every time that Muggle passed by, she watched from the garden over the fence." He, didn't he? Last night..."

Merope shook his head imploringly, but Morfin continued without mercy.

"She purposely lingered outside the window, waiting to see the Muggle ride home, didn't she?"

"Hanging out the window, waiting to see a Muggle?" Gaunt whispered, his eyes widening a little more.

All three of the Gaunt family seemed to have forgotten about Ogden's existence, and were absorbed in discussing the matter.

Facing this new round of incomprehensible hissing and roaring, Ogden looked confused and annoyed, and Ivan was also puzzled.

But he can probably guess the content of the conversation, it must be related to Voldemort's parents, Merope's love for Riddle has been discovered!

"Is it true?" Gaunt asked in a sullen voice, taking a step or two closer to the terrified Merope, "my daughter, a pure-blooded descendant of Salazar Slytherin, pursued A dirty, bawdy Muggle?"

Merope shook his head pleadingly, and shrank back to the corner.

"You nasty little Squib, you dirty little scum!" growled Gaunt.

He lost control and put his hands around his daughter's throat.

Merope shook his head frantically and squeezed his body into the corner of the wall desperately, obviously unable to speak a word.

She was about to be strangled, she was going to die here, strangled by his father.

"No!" cried Ogden, raising his wand, and yelling, "Let's loose!"

Gaunt was struck backwards, leaving his daughter behind.

He tripped over a chair and fell on his back.

Morfin roared, jumped up from his chair, and rushed to Ogden.

He was brandishing that bloody knife and shooting a whole bunch of jinxes out of his wand, all black magic.

Merope's screams echoed in his ears, and Ogden ran away.

Dumbledore motioned for them to follow, and Ivan followed.

Ogden shielded his head with his arms, rushed up the dirt road, turned quickly onto the main road, and bumped into the shiny bay red horse. The rider was a very handsome black-haired young man. He and the rider beside him A pretty girl on a gray horse laughed at Ogden, thinking he was funny.

Ogden bounced off the bay horse, and immediately ran again.