Harry Potter's Bastard

When he got inside, Harry realized that it was even dirtier than the outside. There was a thick layer of oil on the ground, mixed with dust. Thanks to their memories, if they did come here, they wouldn't feel good under their feet.

Slow footsteps could be heard from the corner by the window, and Harry realized that there was another person in the room, a girl, and the tattered grey dress she wore was the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her. She stood by a steaming saucepan on a soot-laden stove, looking for something in the pile of filthy pots and pots on the shelves above the stove. Her straight hair was dull, her face was pale, her appearance was mediocre, and her expression was very melancholy. Her eyes were the same as her brother's, glaring in two opposite directions.

"My daughter, Merope. Gaunt saw Ogden looking at the girl inquiringly, and reluctantly introduced.

"Good morning. Ogden greeted politely.

However, Merope did not answer, but glanced at Marvolo in alarm, and quickly turned his back and continued to fiddle with the pots and pots on the shelves.

"All right, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, "let's get straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son Morfin had cast a spell in front of a Muggle late last night. "

With a thud, Merope knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her, "Why, get on the ground like a filthy Muggle and look for it?What is your wand for, you piece of waste?"

"Mr. Gaunt, please don't do this!" said Ogden, in a tone of astonishment, as Merope had picked up the jar, but all of a sudden, her face turned red and white. As soon as her hand was released, the jar fell to the ground again. Trembling, she pulled her wand out of her pocket, pointed to it, and whispered a spell in a panic, and the jar flew out of her feet against the ground, slammed into the opposite wall, and split in half.

"This ......" Harry was dumbfounded, the Levitation Charm was too simple to be a spell.

At this time, Marvolo was scolding, and Morfin was laughing ugly.

"Don't confuse wizards with no formal education with Hogwarts students. Solim said, "It's hard for wizards who miss out on the beginning of school to get a formal education. Like the wizards who beg for a living in Tumbledown Alley, many of them can't even turn a match into a needle. "

"It's good to have this great guy from the Ministry of Magic here, isn't it? Maybe he'll get you out of my hands, maybe he doesn't hate dirty squibs......"

By this time, Ogden had already helped Merope fix the jar.

"Squib?" Harry looked at Merope, who was motionless and pressed against the wall, "She's a Squib, like Filch?"

"Apparently not. Solim replied, not knowing if he was referring to Merope or Filch.

"If she's a squib, that jar wouldn't have moved. Apparently she has magical powers, she just doesn't know how to use them, or just because she's nervous. "

"Mr. Gaunt," said Mr. Ogden again, "as I have said, the reason for my visit—"

"I understood it the first time!" Gaunt said angrily, "so what? Morfin taught a Muggle a lesson—so what?"

"Morfin violated wizarding law. Ogden said solemnly.

"Morfin violated wizarding laws," Gaunt mimicked Ogden's voice, and deliberately dragged his voice in a tone that exuded arrogance. Morfin burst out laughing again. "He gave a filthy Muggle a little color, look, what, it's illegal now?"

"Yes," said Ogden, "I'm afraid. "

He pulled out a small roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and spread it out.

"What is this, the verdict given to him?" Gaunt raised his voice angrily.

"Summons him to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation—"

Who do you think you dare to summon my son?"

"I'm the captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team. Ogden said.

"You think we're the thinners?" Gaunt screamed, poking his yellow, dirty fingers into his chest as he approached Ogden, "We're going to have to run around as soon as the Ministry of Magic calls?" Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy little mudblood, huh?"

Marvolo then made an "international friendly gesture" to Ogden - of course, the wizards didn't like to give the middle finger to him, and he did it for a reason.

Marvolo wore a ring on his middle finger - a ring that both Solim and Dumbledore were familiar with.

"See this, see this, know what it is, know where it came from, it's been passed down in our family for centuries, our family has been around that long, and it's always been a pureblood! Do you know how much someone would pay to buy it from me?"

"I really don't know," Ogden said, the ring dangling an inch in front of his nose, and he blinked, "and it has nothing to do with it, Mr. Gaunt." Your son has committed—"

Gaunt yelled angrily, lunged at his daughter, and violently pulled Merope in front of Ogdon.

"Do you see this? Do you know what this is?" Marvolo yelled at Ogden, holding a gold chain around his daughter's neck.

"Ah, another familiar thing. Solim smiled, "Do you recognize what that is?"

"That's us in that cave—" Harry apparently recognized, "and the ring—" With that, Harry looked at Dumbledore, "You showed me the professor before, and the journal." "

"Good, you remember. Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "Looks like a good day, right?"

Suddenly there was the sound of horses' hooves outside the house, and loud laughter wafting in through the open windows. Obviously, the trail leading to the village was very close to the grove where the house was located.

And the expressions of the three members of the Gaunt family when they heard this movement were also completely different.

Marvolo listened intently, his eyes widened as if he had been suddenly violated by some kind of violation, Morfin rattled his teeth and his face was filled with a greedy expression, and Merope suddenly lost his blood and looked extremely alarmed.

"Oh my God, what a sight to behold!" said a girl's crisp voice through the open window, and they could hear it clearly, as if she were standing in the room, standing beside them, "Tom, can't your father tear down that little broken shed?"

"That's not ours. "Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to our family, but the little cabin belongs to an old homeless man named Gaunt and his children. That son is crazy, you should really listen to what the people in the village have to say about him—"

Morfin wanted to jump out of the armchair.

"Sit down and don't move!" Marvolo warned in a parseltongue tone.

Although he despised Muggles, it was obviously unwise for him to attack Muggles in front of a Ministry of Magic official, especially if this Ministry of Magic official was here for this.