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Said Gaunt, his voice rising angrily. It is a summons to the Ministry for a hearing - Summons. Summons. Who do you think you are, summoning my son anywhere. Im Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, said Ogden. And you think were scum, do you. screamed Gaunt, advancing on Ogden now, with a dirty yellow-nailed finger pointing at his chest. Scum wholl come running when the Ministry tells em to. Do you know who youre talking to, you filthy little Mudblood, do you. I was under the impression that I was speaking to Mr. Gaunt, said Ogden, looking wary, but standing his ground. Thats right. roared Gaunt. For a moment, Harry thought Gaunt was making an obscene hand gesture, but then realized that he was showing Ogden the ugly, black-stoned ring he was wearing on his middle finger, waving it before Ogdens eyes. See this. See this. Know what it is. Know where it came from. Centuries its been in our family, thats how far back we go, and pure-blood all the way. Know how much Ive been offered for this, with the Peverell coat of arms engraved on the stone. Ive really no idea, said Ogden, blinking as the ring sailed within an inch of his nose, and its quite beside the point, Mr. Gaunt. Your son has committed - With a howl of rage, Gaunt ran toward his daughter. For a split second, Harry thought he was going to throttle her as his hand flew to her throat; next moment, he was dragging her toward Ogden by a gold chain around her neck. See this. he bellowed at Ogden, shaking a heavy gold locket at him, while Merope spluttered and gasped for breath. I see it, I see it. said Ogden hastily. Slytherins. yelled Gaunt. Salazar Slytherins. Were his last living descendants, what do you say to that, eh. Gaunt, your daughter. said Ogden in alarm, but Gaunt had already released Merope; she staggered away from him, back to her corner, massaging her neck and gulping for air. said Gaunt triumphantly, as though he had just proved a complicated point beyond all possible dispute. Dont you go talking to us as if were dirt on your shoes. Generations of purebloods, wizards all - more than you can say, I dont doubt. And he spat on the floor at Ogdens feet. Morfin cackled again. Merope, huddled beside the window, her head bowed and her face hidden by her lank hair, said nothing. Gaunt, said Ogden doggedly, I am afraid that neither your ancestors nor mine have anything to do with the matter in hand. I am here because of Morfin, Morfin and the Muggle he accosted late last night. Our information - he glanced down at his scroll of parchment - is that Morfin performed a jinx or hex on the said Muggle, causing him to erupt in highly painful hives. Morfin giggled. Be quiet, boy, snarled Gaunt in Parseltongue, and Morfin fell silent again. And so what if he did, then. Gaunt said defiantly to Ogden. I expect youve wiped the Muggles filthy face clean for him, and his memory to boot - Thats hardly the point, is it, Mr. Gaunt. said Ogden. This was an unprovoked attack on a defenseless - Ar, I had you marked out as a Muggle-lover the moment I saw you, sneered Gaunt, and he spat on the floor again. This discussion is getting us nowhere, said Ogden firmly. It is clear from your sons attitude that he feels no remorse for his actions. He glanced down at his scroll of parchment again. Morfin will attend a hearing on the fourteenth of September to answer the charges of using magic in front of a Muggle and causing harm and distress to that same Mugg see more Ogden broke off. The jingling, clopping sounds of horses and loud, laughing voices were drifting in through the open window. Apparently the winding lane to the village passed very close to the copse where the house stood. Gaunt froze, listening, his eyes wide. Morfin hissed and turned his face toward the sounds, his expression hungry. Merope raised her head. Her face, Harry saw, was starkly white. My God, what an eyesore. rang out a girls voice, as clearly audible through the open window as if she had stood in the room beside them. Couldnt your father have that hovel cleared away, Tom. Its not ours, said a young mans voice. Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to us, but that cottage belongs to an old tramp called Gaunt, and his children. The sons quite mad, you should hear some of the stories they tell in the village - The girl laughed. The jingling, clopping noises were growing louder and louder. Morfin made to get out of his armchair. Keep your seat, said his father warningly, in Parseltongue. Tom, said the girls voice again, now so close they were clearly right beside the house, I might be wrong - but has somebody nailed a snake to that door. Good lord, youre right. said the mans voice. Thatll be the son, I told you hes not right in the head. Dont look at it, Cecilia, darling. The jingling and clopping sounds were now growing fainter again. Darling, whispered Morfin in Parseltongue, looking at his sister. Darling, he called her. So he wouldnt have Steam dreams railtours anyway. Merope was so white Harry felt sure she was going to faint. Whats that. said Gaunt sharply, also in Parseltongue, looking from his son to his daughter. What did you say, Morfin. She likes looking at that Muggle, said Morfin, a vicious expression on click to see more face as he stared at his sister, who now looked terrified. Always in the garden when he passes, peering through the hedge at him, isnt she. And last night - Merope shook her head jerkily, imploringly, but Morfin went on ruthlessly, Hanging out of the window waiting for him to ride home, wasnt she. Hanging out of the window to look at a Muggle. said Gaunt Steam dreams railtours. All three of the Gaunts seemed to have forgotten Ogden, who was looking both bewildered and irritated at this renewed outbreak of incomprehensible hissing and rasping. Is it true. said Gaunt in a deadly voice, advancing a step or two toward the terrified girl. My daughter - pure-blooded descendant of Salazar Slytherin - hankering after a filthy, dirt-veined Muggle. Merope shook her head frantically, pressing herself into the wall, apparently unable to speak. But I got him, Father. cackled Morfin. I got him as he went by and he didnt look so pretty with hives all over him, did he, Merope. You disgusting little Squib, you filthy little blood traitor. roared Gaunt, losing control, and his hands closed around his daughters throat. Both Harry and Ogden yelled No. at the same time; Ogden raised his wand and cried, Relashio. Gaunt was thrown backward, away from his daughter; he tripped over a chair and fell flat on his back. With a roar of rage, Morfin leapt out of his chair and ran at Ogden, brandishing his bloody knife and firing hexes indiscriminately from his wand. Ogden ran for his life. Dumbledore indicated that they ought to follow and Harry obeyed, Meropes screams echoing in his ears. Ogden hurtled up the path and erupted onto the main lane, his arms over his head, where he collided with the glossy chestnut horse ridden by a very handsome, dark-haired young man. Both he and the pretty girl riding beside him on are новый counter strike 2010 understand gray horse roared with laughter at the sight of Ogden, who bounced off the horses flank and set off again, his frock coat flying, covered from head to foot in dust, running pell-mell up the lane. I think that will do, Harry, said Dumbledore. He took Harry by the elbow and tugged. Next moment, they were both soaring weightlessly through darkness, until they landed squarely on their feet, back in Dumbledores now twilit office. What happened to the girl in the cottage. said Harry at once, Steam dreams railtours Dumbledore lit extra lamps with a flick of his wand. Merope, or whatever her name was. Oh, she survived, said Dumbledore, reseating himself behind his desk and indicating that Harry should sit down too. Ogden Apparated back to the Ministry and returned with reinforcements Steam dreams railtours fifteen minutes. Morfin and his father attempted to fight, but both were overpowered, removed from the cottage, and subsequently convicted by the Wizengamot. Morfin, who already had a record of Muggle attacks, was sentenced to three years in Azkaban. Marvolo, who had injured several Ministry employees in addition to Ogden, received six months. Marvolo. Harry repeated wonderingly. Thats right, said Dumbledore, smiling in approval. I am glad to see youre keeping up. That old man was -. Voldemorts grandfather, yes, said Dumbledore. Marvolo, his son, Morfin, and his daughter, Merope, were the last steampunk fashion the Gaunts, a very ancient Wizarding family noted for a vein of instability and violence that flourished through the generations due to their habit of marrying their own cousins. Lack of https://beststrategygames.cloud/for/baldurs-gate-jester-for-sale.php coupled with a great liking for grandeur meant that the family gold was squandered several generations before Marvolo was born. He, as you saw, was left in squalor and poverty, with a very nasty temper, a fantastic amount of arrogance and pride, and a couple of family heirlooms that he treasured just as much as his son, and rather more than his daughter. So Merope, said Harry, leaning forward in his chair and staring at Dumbledore, so Merope was. Sir, does that mean she was. Voldemorts mother. It does, said Dumbledore. And it so happens that we also had a glimpse of Voldemorts father. I wonder whether you noticed. The Muggle Morfin attacked. The man on the horse. Very good indeed, said Dumbledore, beaming. Yes, that was Tom Riddle senior, the handsome Muggle who used to go riding past the Gaunt cottage and for whom Merope Gaunt cherished a secret, burning passion. And they ended up married. Harry said in disbelief, unable to imagine two people less likely to fall in love. I think you are forgetting, said Dumbledore, that Merope was a witch. I do not believe that her magical powers appeared to their best advantage when she was being terrorized by her father. Once Marvolo and Morfin were safely in Azkaban, once she was alone and free for the first time in her life, then, I am sure, she was able to give full rein to her abilities and to plot her escape from the desperate life she had led for eighteen years. Can you not think of any measure Merope could have taken to make Tom Riddle forget his Muggle companion, and fall in love with her instead. The Imperius Curse. Harry suggested. Or a love potion. Very good. Personally, I am inclined to think that she used a love potion. I am sure it would have seemed more romantic wedding dress steampunk her, and I do not think it would have been very difficult, some hot day, when Riddle was riding alone, to persuade him to take a drink of water.
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