Chapter 1070: The Beginning of All Evil

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A man in rags jumped from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden.

Startled, Ogden stepped back, stepped on the back of his coat, and almost fell.

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

The thick hair was tangled with thick dirt, and the original color could no longer be discerned.

A few teeth were missing from his mouth, and his two small black eyes were staring in opposite directions.

He was supposed to look funny, but he wasn't.

He looked very scary, very scary, no wonder Ogden took a few steps back before speaking.

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

"Hiss, hiss!" he cried, brandishing his wand and bloody dagger.

"Uh, sorry, I don't understand you," Ogden said uneasily.

At first, Ivan thought it was the meaningless sound made by 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 speak Parseltongue.

This used to be a talent that Salazar Slytherin was proud of, but Ivan knew from Elaine that no one among the vampires could speak Parseltongue.

Perhaps, while becoming a vampire, the snake part of their blood has been discarded.

Therefore, there are only a few people in the world who can speak Parseltongue, which is a kind of blood inheritance.

Only the powerful bloodline power of Slytherin, or only the pureblood wizarding family such as the Gunter family, which is so conservative and insists on inbreeding, can pass on the bloodline magic today, thousands of years later.

Others, such as the Malfoy family who claim to be of pure blood, only have one name left.

The bloodline inheritance of the Ravenclaw family is to abandon their own feelings for the highest wisdom, so what is the complete bloodline inheritance of the more famous Slytherin family? ! It is definitely not just as simple as Parseltongue, but no matter how powerful it is, no one knows it now.

"You should understand, Ivan?" Dumbledore asked softly, "Really?"

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

"Oh, I think it might be something like Ogden's unpopularity. This family is known for being restless and violent. They don't welcome outsiders."

"The family of Voldemort's mother, the Gaunts..."

"It seems that you have done 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 you have anything to say, you can go out and say something."

At this time, Morfin, who was dressed in rags, was approaching Ogden step by step with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.

"Hey, don't!" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late.

With a loud bang, Ogden fell to the ground.

He pinched his nose with his hands, and a disgusting yellow, sticky stuff gushed out from between his fingers.

"Morfin!" cried a voice.

An elderly man ran out of the wooden house in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, the dead snake on it shook violently.

The man was slightly shorter than Morfin, and he was oddly out of proportion, with shoulders too broad and arms too long, with bright brown eyes, short, bristly hair, and a wrinkled face. The face looked like a ferocious old monkey.

He went and stood beside Morfin, who was giggling with pleasure when he saw Ogden lying on the ground.

"From the Ministry, huh?" The older man looked down at Ogden.

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

"That's right," said Gaunt. "He hit you in the face, didn't he?"

"Yes!" said Ogden gruffly.

"I don't think it's his fault. You should have notified us when you came here, shouldn't you?" Gunter said domineeringly, "This is private territory, and if you walk in like this, can my son not take self-defense actions? "

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

"It's not just you, we've always had nosy people, housebreakers, Muggles and rubbish here."

Ogden's nose was still bleeding yellow pus profusely, and he pointed his wand at himself, and it stopped immediately.

Mr. Gunter said a few words to Morfin with his mouth curled up. It was still a Parseltongue, and Ivan couldn't understand it.

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

His father gave him a sharp look, and he changed his mind, and walked slowly toward the log house, with strange, unsteady steps.

After entering, he closed the door heavily, and the snake above the door swayed pitifully again.

"I came to see your son, Mr. Gaunt!" said Ogden, wiping the last of the yellow pus from his skirt. "Was that Morfin just now?"

"That's Morfin," said the old man casually, suddenly aggressive. "Are you pure-blood?"

"Yes, both sides," said Ogden grimly, "but that's not what our family talks about."

"Hmph!" muttered Mr. Gaunt, squinting his eyes at Ogden's face, in an obviously offensive tone, "now that I think about it, I've seen a nose like yours in the village."

"I don't doubt that, since your son attacks them so casually," said Ogden, "maybe we can go inside and talk?"

"Into the house?"

"Yes, Mr. Gaunt, I told you I came on Morfin's business, and we sent an owl..."

"Owls are no use to me," said Gaunt. "I never read letters."

"Then you can't complain that you didn't know someone was coming," said Ogden sharply. "I'm here to deal with a serious breach of wizarding law that happened early this morning..."

"Well, well, well!" roared Gaunt, "just go to the damned house, you'll be much more comfortable then!"

There seemed to be three small rooms in the house, the large one in the center doubled as a kitchen and living room, and two doors led to other rooms.

Morfin was sitting in a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, fiddling with a live viper between his big fingers, humming strangely in Parseltongue, Wen didn't understand what it meant, but it was conceivable that the lyrics decided not to make people feel happy.

As they entered, there was the sound of slow steps in the corner by the open window.

A girl came out. The tattered gray dress she was wearing was almost the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her. She glanced cautiously at the strange visitor and stood on the stove covered with soot. Beside a steaming saucepan, looking for something in a dirty pile of pots and pans on the shelf above the stove.

Her straight hair was dull, and her face was pale, plain, and sad.

Her eyes, like her brother's, stared in two opposite directions.

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.

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