[HP] Morfin Gaunt

"Hello, I need to find your general manager."

The male waiter at the reception blinked his eyes suspiciously: "Well, I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?"

"No, I don't have an appointment." Morfin said apologetically, "I know it's rude, but please let me see him, please?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you without an appointment. This is a rule." The waiter couldn't help but said when he saw Mofen frowning slightly. I also feel a little unbearable.

"Then can I trouble you to leave my information? Please pass it on when the time comes." Mofen thought for a while, if he asked for it, it would be fruitless, and he would cause some troubles for others, so he had to settle for the next best thing. .

"Ah, there is no problem with this." As soon as Morfin finished speaking, the waiter immediately agreed, took out a pen and paper to record, and just after he finished writing Morfin's contact information, a beautiful hand stretched out He came over and took the paper away.

"Hey!" Just as the waiter opened his mouth, he saw a very beautiful woman, "Mrs. Dole, you are here." Young, her beauty lies in the charm revealed from the bones, a mature and charming beauty that has gone through the test of time, with a unique tired beauty, no one can not be moved by this beauty.

Mrs. Doer was a legendary lady in Little Hangleton.No one knows where she lived before, but she came here suddenly 7 years ago and opened this store. Everyone is guessing his origin, but they can't guess what her origin is, only her husband has passed away.There are many legends about her, but there are a few things that people really know: this woman is rich, this woman has a lot of new ideas, this woman is superb and has a good relationship with everyone.

"Are you looking for me, is there something wrong?" Mrs. Duer's voice was soft, but it reached Morfin's ears clearly.He nodded: "Yes ma'am, I'm here to apply."

"Apply? I don't lack people here." Mrs. Doer still had that faint voice, "Morfin Gunter? Are you Gunter who is adjacent to Riddle Manor?" Since Mrs. Doerr was able to win all the candidates The respect of rich people naturally comes from her means. She knows who lives in Little Hangleton and what the family background is like.

"Yes, ma'am." Morfin was not surprised by this, and replied flatly.

"So, I don't know what position you want to apply for?" Turning the paper with Morfin's basic information upside down, Mrs. Duer gently tapped the white piece on the back with her index finger.

"Pianist." Mofen pursed his lips, his eyes burst into a light, attracting everyone who looked at them, "I want to apply for a pianist."

"Pianist?" Mrs. Duer was touched, but she remained calm.She really hopes that there is a pianist in her shop, but most of the people who play the piano well here are the children of rich families, and the aristocratic class in Little Hangleton is mainly manor owners, and the stable industry makes them It is rare to face the crisis of bankruptcy, so it is naturally difficult to find someone who is willing to do the job and can play the piano. "So, are you sure?"

Morfin raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled confidently: "This is what I am most proud of in my life."

Slightly lowering her eyes, Mrs. Dole showed the standard action when she was thinking. When she raised her eyes again, she stretched out her slender index finger and said, "Why don't you play a song first, so that I can feast my ears."

Morfin nodded, first knelt down and rubbed Voldemort's hair, and said with a smile, "Stand here and don't run around, uncle will be here soon." After speaking, he walked into the coffee shop where only Beside the decorative piano, he took off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt slightly, exposing a section of his arm, then stretched out his hands and put them on the piano cover, closed his eyes and let out a breath, and lifted the lid with extremely gentle movements. Opening the cover of the piano, the black and white keys that he hadn't seen for many days were displayed in front of him.

Touching the keys like caressing a lover, Morfin first pressed a few keys with his index finger and listened to the pitch. He was pleasantly surprised to find that there was no need to adjust the piano. The goodwill has increased a little bit.With a smile, he stretched out his fingers and crossed each other, moved them slightly, and then placed them on the keys.

What should I play?Morfin closed his eyes and thought, this scene does not seem to be very suitable for a passionate tune.For some reason, he suddenly remembered "Canon".This piece is Qin Yu's favorite piece. When he was crying and crying when he was a child, as long as he heard him play this piece, he would calm down.Canon is a music composition technique, the most famous of which is the song composed by the composer Padbel for the pain of his wife's death. Of course, it was also used later to express family affection.Playing this piece is another way for him to interweave nostalgia with his past life, and it is also a way for him to completely bury this memory deeply, so as not to affect him too much.Although he has been working hard for Tom since he came here, he did not mean to use this child as Qin Yu to escape reality. Even though the child didn't know it, it was unfair after all.The clothes and toys he prepared for Tom were all owned or liked by Qin Yu before. After playing this piece, he hopes to treat his nephew with a completely new attitude.

Lightly hanging his wrist, he pressed the first key.When the first note passed, the whole tune flowed out so naturally.The constant back and forth of the polyphonic music and the chasing tunes of the voices made people intoxicated by the sounds of nature, and couldn't help but close their eyes and show a knowing smile.In the whole coffee shop, only the voice of the king of musical instruments was left.When all the notes stopped pouring, he still didn't speak, until Mrs. Doer applauded lightly first, and the guests and waiters turned around and dedicated their applause to him without hesitation.

The most important thing in music is not technique, but emotion. The reason why Qin Su's pieces are liked by so many people is because of the expressive power of his music, and the rich emotion that can easily pull people into the vortex .

The canon he played just now was filled with a touch of sadness at first, and then slowly relieved, thinking of the happy time spent with Qin Yu and his relatives, and wishing them a better life after leaving him.People's emotions have also gradually transitioned from the sadness of loss to the prospect of the future.

Voldemort looked at the man with a new look at this moment, and he admitted that the man at this moment was very... charming.The piece he played made him think of the past, of failure, and of those people standing behind him.His brain, which has not stopped working since coming here, finally got a rest.Looking at the people around, Voldemort stretched out his hand and patted it twice.

Amid the applause of everyone, Morfin walked up to Mrs. Doerr. Instead of talking to Mrs. Doerr first, he squatted down, rubbed Voldemort's soft hair vigorously, and hugged him while the other party dodged. , kissed his forehead: "How about it, uncle is very powerful."

Voldemort took out the handkerchief Morfin gave him in the morning, wiped his forehead, and covered his thoughtful expression: Although he still behaved like that that he couldn't understand, he felt that Morfin's attitude towards him seemed to be somewhat different. different?

When he got up again, Morfin put on the most common smile: "I don't know, what does Mrs. Dole think?"

Mrs. Dole also smiled: "Mr. Gunter is too self-effacing. The piece you play is the most touching piece I have ever heard. Of course I wish I could hear this kind of piece often. It's just not Know, do you have any requirements in terms of salary and contract?"

Morfin crossed his fingers and thought for a while, and said, "In terms of salary, just follow the normal level. The key is the contract. I think I may only be able to work for a short time. I don't know if you can accept it."

Mrs. Dole replied straightforwardly: "There is no problem in this regard. Every day Mr. Gunter comes, we will have an extra day of hearing. There is no reason to force you to come. Besides, this coffee shop has no pianist in the first place. From today, please give me your advice, Mr. Gunter."

After speaking, Mrs. Dole stretched out her hand, and the hand that had been carefully maintained and painted with beautiful nail polish hung in the air, shaking Morfin's hand.

Having achieved the biggest goal of this shopping trip, Morfin said goodbye politely, agreed on the next day to sign the contract and had already played, and left with Voldemort satisfied. Although Voldemort was confident that he could find his way home, he was still held in Morfin's arms: "I know you like to walk by yourself, but there are so many people after all, it would be bad if you got separated. Where there are few people, I will let you down, okay?"

Seeing that the person in his arms didn't move, Mofen felt that his nephew was really sensible and caring, so he walked forward with long legs.

As they got farther and farther away from the market, there were fewer and fewer people. Morfin put Voldemort on the ground as he said before, but he still held one hand to prevent getting lost. Talking, until they came to Gaunt's old house, Voldemort was let go by Morfin.Morfin put the things in his hands on the table, took his nephew to wash his hands, and then placed the various foods he bought on the table. Nagini, who had been waiting for this time, rushed away like a white lightning go up. Voldemort didn't move, but looked into Morfin's eyes firmly for the first time: "...Uncle, I have something to talk to you about."