Chapter 1071 Ring
Having said that, it's obviously not fair to blame everything on such a poor girl. Reading at midnight
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 said, imitating 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 fool, do you? Tell you, we are his last A living descendant, the only one, what do you say about that, huh?".
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