That being said, it was clearly unfair to blame everything on such a poor girl.
Her father kept her securely locked in the house, not letting her come into contact with outsiders, not even the Hogwarts.
Her only fate was to be abused, and then wait to marry her brother, continuing this ancient, old-fashioned, sinful pure-blooded family.
No matter who it was, growing up in such an environment would cause one's mind to be distorted.
If it had been Elwyn, he would have left the house long ago.
Unfortunately, she did not even have the ability to run away from home.
It was only when her father and brother were all imprisoned in Azkaban that she would have a life of her own.
Unfortunately, that was only a more terrible nightmare and tragedy.
"My daughter, Merope," Gunter introduced reluctantly, seeing Ogden look inquiringly at the girl.
"Good morning," Ogden said.
Merope did not reply. She looked at her father in panic, then quickly turned her back on the pots and jars on the shelf.
"Very well, Mr. Gunter!" Ogden said, looking away. "Let us get straight to the point. We have reason to believe that your son, Morfin, cast a spell on a Muggle late last night."
There was a deafening clang, and Merope dropped one of the jars.
"Pick it up!" Gunter roared at her, watching with displeasure as his daughter went to pick it up. "What, looking for it on the floor like a dirty Muggle? Damn it, what is your wand for, you big useless idiot? "
"Mr. Gunter, please don't!" Ogden said in a shocked voice.
By this time Merope had picked it up, but suddenly her face was red and white.
Her hand loosened, and the jar fell to the floor again.
She followed her father's orders, trembling, and took her wand from her pocket. Pointing it at the jar, she whispered a spell in a panic. The jar flew away from her feet, along the floor, and hit the opposite wall, breaking in two.
Seeing this, Morfin gave a wild cackle of laughter.
Gunter shrieked. "Fix it, you big, useless fool, fix it! Now! Now! "
Merope stumbled across the room, but before she could raise her wand, Ogden pointed with his own.
He said calmly, "Restore to its original state!" The jar immediately repaired itself.
For a moment Gunter seemed about to shout at Ogden, but then he seemed to change his mind.
He said to his daughter with a sneer. "It's a good thing we have this good fellow from the Ministry of Magic here, isn't it? Maybe he'll take you away from me. Maybe he doesn't hate dirty squibs … "
Merope did not look at anyone, nor did she thank Ogden. She just picked up the jar and, with trembling hands, placed it back on the shelf. Then she stood motionless, her back pressed against the wall between the dirty window and the stove, as if she wished with all her heart that she could sink into the stone wall and disappear.
"Mr. Gunter!" Mr. Ogden spoke again, "As I said, the reason for my visit is …"
"I understood it the first time!" said Gunter angrily, with a matter-of-fact air. "What of it? Morfin only taught a Muggle a lesson. What of it? What do you want to do with him? "
"Morfin broke the Law of Wizardry," said Ogden gravely.
"Morfin broke the Law of Wizardry," said Gunter, imitating Ogden's voice.
He spoke with a deliberate drawl of haughtiness.
Morfin cackled again, in an ugly sound.
"He did the right thing in the Fallen Age, and taught a dirty Muggle a lesson. What, is that illegal now?"
"Yes!" said Ogden. "I'm afraid so. It's a serious violation."
He took a small roll of parchment from an inside pocket of his coat and unrolled it.
"What is this, a sentence for him?" Gunter's voice rose angrily.
"Summon him to the Ministry of Magic for questioning …"
"Summon! Summon! Summon! Who do you think you are, to summon my son? "Gunter demanded.
"I'm the Captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team," said Ogden.
"Do you think we're scum?" Gunter shrieked, pressing close to Ogden and poking him in the chest with a dirty, yellowed finger. "We have to run to the Ministry of Magic's summon? Do you think the Ministry of Magic has the power to do that? Do you know who you're talking to, you filthy boy, eh? "
"I think I'm talking to Mr. Gunter." Ogden looked wary, but unflinching.
"That's right!" roared Gunter. "You're talking to me, but you clearly don't know who I am!"
He held up his hand, showing Ogden the ugly black ring he wore on his middle finger.
Elwyn's eyes were also fixed on the ring. It was the object of their journey.
The ring was priceless, not to mention the black stone on it, the legendary Stone of Resurrection.
If Mr. Gunter sold the ring, it would be enough to change their current predicament.
Of course, he wouldn't do that.
This was probably the only proof of identity left in the family, representing the glory of the past.
Obviously, Gunter thought so too, as he proudly dangled the ring in front of Ogden.
"Look carefully, Elwyn!" Dumbledore reminded, "This is what we're going to find later."
"Yes!" Elwyn nodded.
"See this? See this? Do you know what this is? Do you know where it came from? It's been passed down in our family for thousands of years. Our family's history is that long, and it's always been pure blood! Do you know how much someone would pay to buy it from me? The jewel is engraved with the Peverell coat of arms! "
Yes, yes, Peverell, an ancient wizard family that only appeared in legends.
The three most famous brothers of their family made a deal with Death, and left behind three sacred weapons that could conquer death.
"I really don't know!" Ogden said hesitantly, the ring waving an inch in front of his nose. He blinked, "And it has nothing to do with this, Mr. Gunter. Your son has committed …"
Gunter roared angrily and rushed towards his daughter, one hand reaching for her throat.
He seemed to want to strangle her. Then, he pulled a gold chain around her neck and pulled her in front of Ogden.
"See this?" He roared at Ogden, shaking a heavy gold locket at him.
Merlop choked and coughed, unable to breathe.
"I see it, I see it!" Ogden said hurriedly.
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