Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At this point, a sound of sand sounded, followed by a click.

A man in a raggedy shirt jumped off a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden.

Ogden jumped back and stepped on the back of his coat, almost falling.

“Hiss!” The man standing in front of them made a fierce and strange sound.

The thick hair was wrapped with thick dirt and the original colour could not be identified.

He dropped a few teeth in his mouth and two dark little eyes stared in two opposite directions.

He was supposed to look funny, but he wasn't.

He looked scary and very scary, no wonder Ogden took a few more steps back to speak.

“Uh, good morning, I'm from the Ministry of Magic...”

“Shh, shh, shh!” He shouted, waving his wand and bloody knife.

“Uh, I'm sorry, I don't understand you.” Ogden said disturbingly.

Ivan initially thought it was a meaningless voice from this man, and now he doesn't seem to be.

It's a snake cavity!

This guy is Voldemort's uncle, Morphine Gunter, a guy who only speaks of snake cavities.

It was a gift that Salazar Slytherin was proud of, but Ivan knew from Elaine that no vampire could speak of a snake cavity.

Perhaps, while turning into vampires, they have abandoned the serpent part of their blood.

So now there are only a few people in the world who can say snake cavities, which is a bloodline inheritance.

Only a blood power as powerful as Slytherin, or a family of pureblood wizards so conservative as the Gunters who insist on close marriage, can pass on the magic of blood a thousand years later.

Other Malfoy families, such as the Malfoy family, who claim to be of pure descent, still have only one name left.

Ravenclaw's bloodline was to forsake his feelings for the highest wisdom, so what exactly is his complete bloodline, the more prestigious Slytherins?! It's certainly not just a snake cavity, but no matter how powerful it is, nobody knows it now.

“You should see, Evan?” Dumbledore asked softly, "Really? ”

“Yes, Professor, it's a snake cavity!” Ivan said, "What is he talking about? ”

“Oh, I think it's probably Ogden's unpopular or something, this family is famous for its restlessness and irritability, and they don't welcome outsiders. ”

“Mother Voldemort's family, Gunter's family...”

“Looks like you've done a lot of research!” Dumbledore was not surprised at all, but was pleased to say, "Now please keep looking, it will help us on our next journey and we can go out and say what we have to say. ”

At this point, Mofen, dressed in a ragged shirt, held a knife with one hand and waved a wand, approaching Ogden step by step.

“Hey, you don't!” Ogden just wanted to talk, but it was too late.

loud bang, Ogden fell to the ground.

He squeezed his nose with his hands, and a disgusting yellow, sticky thing poured out of his fingers.

“Morphine!” A voice shouted.

An elderly man rushed out of the wooden house, heavily carrying the door behind him, with the dead snake shaking violently.

This man is slightly shorter than Mofen, weird-looking, disproportionately grown, his shoulders are too wide, his arms are too long, plus a pair of bright brown eyes, a short, hard hair and a wrinkly face, and he looks like a fierce old monkey.

He walked over and stood next to Muffin, who was laughing happily when he saw Ogden fall to the ground.

“From the ministry, huh?” Older men looked down at Ogden.

“Exactly!” Ogden rubbed his face and said angrily, "I think you're Mr. Gunter, right? ”

“Exactly.” Gunter said, "He hit you in the face, didn't he? ”

“Yes!” Ogden said in disgust.

“I don't think it's his fault you came here to inform us first, do you?” Gunter said cheerfully, "This is private territory. Can my son not act in self-defence when you walk in so big? ”

“What does he have to defend himself against?” Ogden struggled to climb up, "he said," and I didn't mean to hurt it. ”

“It's not just you, we always have some nosy people here, bandits breaking into private houses, muggles and trash. ”

Ogden's nose was still pouring yellow pus, and he pointed at himself with a wand, and they stopped immediately.

Mr. Gunter said a few words with his mouth shut to Morpheus, still a snake cavity, and Ivan couldn't understand.

But Mofen understood what his father meant, seemed reluctant and wanted to argue a few more words.

When his father glanced hard at him, he changed his mind and walked slowly towards the wooden house in strange, shaky steps.

After entering, he closed the door heavily, and the snake on the door swayed with pity.

“I'm here to see your son, Mr. Gunter!” Ogden said, wiping off the last pus on his coat, “That was Mofen, wasn't it? ”

“That's Mofen.” The old man carelessly said that his attitude suddenly became aggressive, "Are you of pure blood? ”

“Yes, on both sides.” Ogden coldly said, "But we don't talk about that at home. ”

“Humph!” Mr. Gunter squinted his eyes at Ogden's face and mumbled in an apparently offensive tone, “Now I look back and think, indeed, I've seen a nose like yours in the village. ”

“I have no doubt about that, since your son attacked them so casually.” Ogden said, "Maybe we could go inside and talk? ”

“Into the house? ”

“Yes, Mr. Gunter, I told you I'm here about Muffin, we sent an owl...”

“Owls don't work for me.” Gunter said, "I never read letters. ”

“Then you can't complain that you don't know someone's coming.” Ogden insisted, "I came here to deal with a serious violation of the Wizard's Law that occurred earlier this morning…”

“All right, all right, all right!” Gunter roars, "just go to the fucking house, and you'll be much more comfortable! ”

The house appears to have three small houses, a large one in the middle that acts as a kitchen and living room, and two other doors leading to another.

Muffin sat on a dirty armchair next to a black-smoke-rolling fire stove, with a live viper between his big fingers, his mouth gently humming strange songs in the snake cavity, Ivan could not understand what it meant, but imagine that the lyrical decision would not make people feel happy.

As they walked in, the sound of slow swallowing footsteps came from the corner of the wall next to that open window.

A girl came out, and the wrecked grey dress she was wearing was like a dirty stone wall behind her. She looked at a strange visitor and stood next to a hot stew pot on a soot filled stove, looking for something in a pile of dirty pot jars on a shelf above the stove.

Her straight hair was glossless, her face pale, her face flat and her face looked very sad.

Her eyes, like those of her brother, stared in two opposite directions.

She looks cleaner than the two men, but she's also poorly picked!

Needless to say, she is Voldemort's mother, the beginning of all sins.