Vol 2 Chapter 1085:

"You are not welcome here."
Very abruptly, a man appeared in front of them.
The man's hair was thick and tangled with a lot of mud, and he couldn't see what color it was. He is also missing a few teeth. Small, dark eyes stared forward. He should look funny, but it's not like that at this time; the effect is a little hairy, no wonder Ogden takes a few steps back when he speaks.
"Uh...good morning. I'm from the Ministry of Magic—"
"You are not welcome here."
"Uh-I'm sorry-I can't understand you," Ogden said nervously.
Fanlin felt that Ogden was too dull; in Fanlin's view, the stranger had already expressed the meaning very clearly, especially since he was waving a wand in one hand and a knife in the other, even if he didn't understand His words, but this did not affect the expression of the man's meaning.
"Snakeman voice?" Fanlin hesitated. Although Harry said such dreams in his dream more than once, Fanlin still didn't understand what it meant.
A bunch of syllables and breathing sounds of unknown meaning, but this also made Fanlin clear what this memory was about.
Voldemort's family, the Gunter family, Slytherin's only pure blood offspring, 100% pure blood...
"Yes, it's a snake-like voice!" Dumbledore nodded and smiled. He can understand, but he can't say it. Of course, repeating some simple words can still be done.
The man in rags was approaching Ogden, a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.
"Now, listen carefully—" Ogden said, but it was too late: with a bang, Ogden fell to the ground and grabbed his nose with his hands, and a disgusting yellow mucus sprayed from his fingers. come out.
"Morfin!" said a loud voice. An elderly man hurriedly walked out of the hut and slammed the door behind him. The dead snake on it swayed pitifully.
This man is shorter than the previous one, and the proportions of his figure are strange; his shoulders are wide, his arms are a little too long, he has bright brown eyes, his hair is thick and short, and his face is covered. Wrinkles, which made him look like an energetic old monkey.
He walked to the man with the knife, who was giggling at Ogden who was lying on the ground.
"Ministry of Magic, right?" The old man stared down at Ogden.
"Yes!" Ogden said angrily, covering his face. "I guess you are Mr. Gunter?"
"He hit you in the face, didn't he?"
"Yes, he hit!" Ogden snapped.
"You should let us know about your visit, don't you?" Gunter said domineeringly. "This is private territory. You can't walk in without letting my son defend himself."
"Defense to whom, man?" Ogden got up from the ground.
"Nosy people. Uninvited people. Muggles and filthy guys." Ogden pointed his wand at his nose, which was still emitting a lot of yellow pus, and the pus immediately disappeared.
Mr. Gunter said to Morfin from the corner of his mouth, "Go into the house. Don't argue."
This time, it was Dumbledore who translated for Fanlin. To be precise, except for Dumbledore, no one else was able to translate the dialogue between the two of them for Fanlin and Rutherford.
"It's amazing magic." Rutherford sighed and said that he still needed to guess, but in an instant, all the conversations were heard clearly.
Morfin seemed to be about to raise an objection, but his father gave him a terrifying look, so he changed his mind and walked slowly back to the hut with a strange swaying pace, shutting the door behind him suddenly, and the snake was miserable The ground shook.
"I'm here to visit your son, Mr. Gunter," Ogden wiped off the last bit of pus from his coat. "That's Morfin, right?"
"Ah, that's Morfin," the old man said casually. "Are you pure blood?" He asked suddenly defiantly.
"That has nothing to do with today's conversation," Ogden said coldly.
Fanlin couldn't help showing a little more respect for Ogden. Obviously Gunter didn't think so at all. He squinted at Ogden's face and muttered in an obviously offensive tone, "Now that I remember, I seem to have seen a nose like yours in a village down the mountain."
"I don't doubt that if you let your son attack them," Ogden said, "maybe we can go in and continue the discussion."
"Go in?" "Yes, Mr. Gunter. I already told you. I'm here for Morfin. We have sent an owl—"
"Owls are useless," Gunter said. "I don't read the letter."
"Then you can't complain about not being notified of someone's visit," Ogden said sharply. "I'm here because of a serious violation of the wizarding law earlier today—"
"Okay, UU reading www.uukānshu.com OK, OK!" Gunte roared impatiently. "Come into this room, it's better for you!"
The house seems to have three small rooms. Two doors are open in the main hall, which is also used as the living room and kitchen. Morfin was sitting in a dirty armchair, leaning on a smoky stove, playing with a live viper with rough fingers, and chanting softly in a snakelike voice: "Hiss, hiss, dear Little snake, you are singing on the ground, be nice to Morfin, otherwise he will nail you to the door."
In a corner next to the open window, there was a sound of shuffling and walking. Only then did Fanlin realize that there was someone else in the house. A girl was wearing a tattered dress with the same color as the dirty behind her. The stone walls are exactly the same.
She was standing next to a dirty black stove with a steaming kettle on it. Compared with the seemingly dilapidated pots and pans on the shelf above, she looked a little insignificant.
Her head was long and dry, and her face looked plain, pale and gloomy. A pair of eyes are the same as his brother, staring straight ahead. She was slightly cleaner than the two men, but Fanlin still felt that she was the worst person he had ever seen.
Compared with the previous Kreacher, he didn't let it go. The numbness and blankness in his eyes made people clearly feel the hollowness from the girl.
To be honest, she was a beautiful girl, whose temperament made people feel pity, but she appeared in the house at this time, but she seemed incompatible with her surroundings.
Fanlin felt that he seemed to understand the girl's identity and couldn't help but be more careful, but was very disappointed that Fanlin didn't find anything special.
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