At this moment, a rustling sound was heard, followed by a cracking sound.
A man in tattered clothes jumped down from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden.
Ogden was startled and hurriedly stepped back. In the end, he stepped on the back of his coat and almost fell.
"Hiss hiss!" The man standing in front of them fiercely made a strange sound.
His thick hair was tangled with a thick layer of dirt, and its original color could no longer be distinguished.
A few teeth were missing from his mouth, and his two small black eyes stared in two opposite directions.
He should have looked comical, but in reality, it was not.
His appearance was frightening, very frightening. No wonder Ogden took a few steps back before speaking.
"Uh, good morning, I am from the Ministry of Magic..."
"Hiss hiss hiss, hiss hiss!" He shouted as he waved the magic wand and the bloody dagger in his hands.
"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand you," Ogden said uneasily.
At first, Elwyn thought that this man was making meaningless sounds, but now it seemed that was not the case.
This was a snake-speak!
This guy was Lord Voldemort's uncle, Morfin Gunter, a fellow who only knew how to speak in a snake-speak.
This was once a talent that Salazar Slytherin was proud of, but Elwyn knew from Elaine that no vampires could speak in a snake-speak.
Perhaps, when they became vampires, they had already discarded the snake part of their blood.
Therefore, there were only a few people in the world who could speak in a snake-speak. This was a type of bloodline inheritance.
Only with a powerful bloodline like the Slythrin Family, or in other words, the conservative Gunter Family, a pure-blooded Magus family that persisted in marrying close relatives, were able to pass down bloodline magic after a thousand years.
Others, such as the pure-blooded Malfoy Family, were only left with a name.
The Ravenclaw Family's bloodline inheritance was to abandon their own emotions for the highest wisdom. Then, what was the complete bloodline inheritance of the more famous Slytherin Family?! It was definitely not as simple as a snake-like voice, but no matter how powerful it was, no one knew.
"You should understand now, Elwyn?" Dumbledore asked softly. "Is that so?"
"Yes, professor, it's a snakebite!" said Elwyn. "What is he saying?"
"Oh, I think it's something like Ogden isn't welcome. This family is known for being restless and hot-tempered. They don't welcome outsiders."
"The family of Lord Voldemort's mother, the Gunter family …"
"Looks like you've done a lot of research!" Dumbledore was not surprised at all. Instead, he said happily, "Now, please continue watching. This will be very helpful for the rest of our journey. If you have anything to say, we can talk outside."
At this moment, Mo Fen, who was dressed in tattered clothes, held a knife in one hand and waved her wand in the other, approaching Ogden step by step.
"Hey, don't!" Ogden wanted to say something, but it was too late.
With a loud thud, Ogden fell to the ground.
He pinched his nose, and a disgusting, yellow, slimy substance gushed out between his fingers.
"Mo Fen!" shouted a voice.
An elderly man hurriedly ran out of the wooden house, slamming the door behind him. The dead snake above shook violently.
The man was a little shorter than Mo Fen, and had a strange, disproportionate build. His shoulders were too broad, his arms too long, and with a pair of bright brown eyes, short, wiry hair, and a wrinkled face, he looked like a fierce old monkey.
He walked over to stand beside Mo Fen, who was cackling happily at the sight of Ogden on the ground.
"From the Ministry, eh?" The older man looked down at Ogden.
"Exactly!" Ogden said angrily, wiping his face. "You are Mr. Gunter, I presume?"
"That's right," said Gunter. "He hit you in the face, didn't he?"
"Yes!" said Ogden crossly.
"I don't think it was his fault. You should have let us know you were coming here, shouldn't you?" Said Gunter imperiously. "This is private property. How can my son not defend himself when you come waltzing in like that?"
"What has he to defend himself with?" said Ogden, struggling to his feet. "I didn't mean to hurt it."
"It's not just you. We always have some busybodies here, robbers who break into private houses, Muggles and trash."
Ogden's nose was still running profusely with the yellow pus. He pointed his wand at himself, and it stopped.
Mr. Gunter said something to Mo Fen, in the Serpent's tongue, which Elwyn could not understand.
But Mo Fen understood his father's meaning. He seemed to be reluctant and wanted to explain a little more.
His father looked at him so fiercely that he changed his mind, and walked slowly, with a queer, unsteady gait, towards the house.
He went in and slammed the door behind him, and the snake over it began to writhe pitifully.
"I came to see your son, Mr. Gunter!" Said Ogden, wiping the last of the yellow pus from his lapel. "That was Mo Fen, was it?"
"That was Mo Fen," said the old man carelessly, his manner suddenly aggressive. "Are you of pure blood?"
"Both, yes," said Ogden coldly. "But we don't do that in our family."
"Huh!" Mr. Gunter squinted at Ogden's face, and muttered in a tone that was obviously intended to be offensive. "Now that I think about it, I did see a nose like yours in the village."
"I have no doubt of that. Since your son attacks them so freely," said Ogden. "Perhaps we could go inside and talk?"
"Inside?"
"Yes, Mr. Gunter. I told you I came about Mo Fen. We sent an owl …"
"An owl is no use to me," said Gunter. "I never read letters."
"Then you can't complain that you didn't know someone was coming," said Ogden bitterly. "I'm here to deal with a serious breach of wizarding law that took place in the early hours of this morning …"
"Well, well, well!" roared Gunter. "Go inside the damned house, you'll be much more comfortable!"
The house seemed to consist of three small rooms, the large one in the middle serving as a kitchen and parlour, and two doors leading to the other rooms.
Mo Fen was sitting in a dirty armchair by the smoking stove, playing with a live viper between his thick fingers, and humming a strange song in a snake-like voice. Elwyn could not understand the meaning, but he could imagine that the words were not pleasant.
As they entered, there came the sound of slow footsteps in the corner by the open window.
A girl, dressed in a tattered grey dress that was the same colour as the dirty stone wall behind her, came out. She glanced nervously at the strange visitors, and stood beside a steaming saucepan on the soot-covered stove, rummaging among a pile of dirty pots and pans on a shelf above the stove.
Her straight hair was dull, her face pale, her features plain, and her expression sad.
Her eyes, like her brother's, stared in opposite directions.
She looked cleaner than the two men, but just as listless!
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