Chapter 669

Harry thought it was a strange idea to choose this place to build a house, or rather, it was a strange decision to have those big trees growing next to the house, the trees blocking all the light and the valley below. He also saw the smoke rising from the chimney, but it didn't look like it was inhabited, because it was so dilapidated that the owner was in the habit of repairing his house:

The walls were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and the rafters inside were exposed in many places. The house was surrounded by dense nettles, high nettles all the way to the windows, which were very small and covered with a thick layer of aged dirt.

Ogden was quietly walking forward, and Harry felt that he was moving very cautiously. When the dark shadow of the tree slipped down from him, he stopped again, and stared straight at the front door of the house, where someone had nailed a dead snake.

Although Solim was also a parseltongue, he didn't have any special feelings for these snakes, he just glanced at it, and focused his attention on a man who had just jumped off a tree.

Solim knew who the crooked-looking man in front of him was, he was Voldemort's uncle: Morfin. Gaunt. There are obvious traces of inbreeding on his body: the eyeballs are facing two completely different directions, the shape of the head is also very strange, and the combination of facial features is even more messy.

"You're not welcome. "

Morfin, who had just jumped down, clearly scared Ogden, and he almost fell.

"Uh- good morning. I'm the Ministry of Magic—"

"You're not welcome. "

Harry thought Ogden was dull to the extreme. It seemed to Harry that the stranger had made his meaning clear, especially as he had a wand in one hand and a blood-soaked knife in the other.

"I suppose you two will be able to understand him, Harry Solim?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"yes, that's needless to say. Harry said, a little puzzled, "Why can't Ogden listen—"

"It's a parseltongue. Solim reminded Harry that Harry's Parseltongue was obviously different from his or Sylna's, and that Harry was not able to clearly realize that he was hearing a Parseltongue without preparation or warning, and Solim speculated that this might have something to do with the connection between Harry and Voldemort's soul.

"Good. Dumbledore nodded, smiling, and said, "Very rare, isn't it? There are five parseltongues here, which is a very rare sight." "

"Five?" Harry looked at Solim, then at Morfin, who was standing under the tree and approaching Ogden.

"You'll find out later. Solim slapped Harry with his elbow and motioned for him to stop.

"Hey, don't-" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late: there was a loud thud, and Ogden fell to the ground, his hand pinching his nose, and a disgusting yellow, slimy thing poured out from between his fingers.

"Morfin!" a voice shouted.

"The Evil Pus Curse - a disgusting thing. It's similar in nature to the prank spells used by those younger students to play around, and there is no real harm. "

Solim explained to Harry as he spoke.

At this moment an elderly man hurried out of the wooden house, slammed the door behind him, and the dead snake swayed pitifully from side to side.

The man was slightly shorter than Mofin, with a strange build, and disproportionately long: broad shoulders, long arms, sparkling brown eyes, short, stiff hair, and a wrinkled face, he looked like a fierce old monkey. He walked over and stood next to Mofin, who burst into laughter when he saw Ogden fall to the ground.

"From the Ministry, huh?" the older man asked, looking down at Ogden.

"The one with the knife is called Morfin. Gaunt, the later one was Marvolo, Mofen's father. Solim whispered to Harry.

"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, of course my son would act in self-defense. "

"What does he have to defend himself?" said Ogden, struggling to his feet.

"Nosy people, housekeepers, muggles, and garbage. Marvolo said arrogantly.

Ogden's nose was still dripping with yellow pus, and he pointed his wand at himself, and they stopped instantly.

"Go in! No!"

Harry was prepared this time, and heard his parseltongue. He understood the meaning, and he also made out the strange hissing sound. Morfin seemed to be about to make a few excuses, 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.

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

"Ah, that's Morfin. The old man said nonchalantly, "Are you a pureblood?"

His attitude suddenly became aggressive.

"Not on either side. Ogden said coldly.

Ogden obviously has to thank the current era, and wizards have begun to talk about the legal system, otherwise the extreme bloodline wizards of the past will definitely give him a ruthless blow after hearing his words.

"Now that I look back, I did see your nose like that in the village. Marvolo narrowed his eyes and looked at Ogden, in a tone that was clearly offensive.

"Obviously, Marvolo is not an extreme pure-blood wizard. Solim said to Harry.

"How so?" Harry gestured to Marvolo, who was speaking ill of Ogden, "Isn't that extreme?"

"Yes, not extremely. Solim nodded, "If he's really that extreme, he'll already pull out his wand and fight." "

"Just because of blood?" Harry said incredulously.

"That's right, so this Mr. Ogden should be grateful to the decision-makers in the wizarding world, they have cleaned up a lot of extreme wizards who support the bloodline theory - otherwise Hogwarts would only be open to purebloods now, but don't be glad that pureblood is still not dead, it still has a market in some wizarding families. "

"Like Voldemort and the Death Eaters, right?"

"That's right. Although they are only under this banner, judging from the results, there is still a possibility of a counterattack from the pure-blood theory. "