Chapter 1072: The End of Ogden's Memory

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 has left unimaginable magic on it back then.

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 Gaunt triumphantly, as if he had just proved a complicated problem so clearly that there would be no more controversy, "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 head 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.

Faced with 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, which was ridden by a very handsome black-headed young man. The pretty girls on the gray horse laughed a lot at Ogden, thinking he was funny.

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

He fled down the path, covered in dust from head to toe, his frock coat fluttering behind him. Browse and read the address: