After hearing Richard Silver's words, Harry saw the dead snake on the door again, and he suddenly understood.

"He's talking about the snake-like accent?"

"Very good." Dumbledore nodded and said with a smile. "You finally understand."

At this time, the man in rags ignored Richard Silver, holding a knife in one hand and waving a wand in the other, still approaching Ogden step by step.

"Mofen! What do you want to do?" Richard Silver touched his wand.

"Hey, don't-" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late: with a loud bang, Ogden fell to the ground, pinching his nose with his hands, and a disgusting yellow and sticky thing surged out from his fingers.

"Richard, this is the Gunter family, it's not the turn of others to give orders, even if you do." The sloppy man holding the knife said viciously.

"You will pay for it, Mophin!" Richard Silver laughed anxiously, pointing his wand at the sloppy man, and the man's arrogant face also showed a look of fear.

"Richard! What do you want to do to my son!" a voice shouted.

An elderly man hurriedly ran out of the wooden house, and heavily brought the door behind him. The dead snake swayed pitifully. The man was slightly shorter and strangely statured, disproportionately: his shoulders were too wide, his arms were too long, and his pair of shiny brown eyes, his short and hard hair and a wrinkled face, looking like a fierce old monkey. He walked over and stood next to the man holding the knife. The man holding the knife suddenly became bolder when he saw the man coming and laughed at Richard and Ogden.

"Your son attacked a Ministry of Magic employee in front of me, and I was about to take some necessary measures." Richard's face had retracted his anger.

"It's not your turn to worry about this, Richard." The older man said rudely, "It's not your turn to discipline my son."

"From the ministry, huh?" the older man turned to look at Ogden and asked.

"That's right!" Ogden said angrily while wiping his face. "I think you are Mr. Gunter, right?"

"Yes," said Gunter, "he hit you in the face, did he?"

"Yes!" Ogden said angrily.

"You should inform us first when you come here, right?" Gant said arrogantly. "This is a private territory. If you walk in so swagger, can my son not take self-defense action?"

"What do he have to defend himself?" Ogden struggled to get up and said.

"Some nosy relatives, robbers who break into private houses, and of course, muggles and garbage." Gun said deliberately.

Ogden's nose was still flowing with yellow pus, and he pointed at himself with his wand, and they stopped immediately. Mr. Gunter clasped his lips and said to Mofen:

"Go into the house and don't talk too much."

This time Harry was prepared and heard his serpentant accent. He understood the meaning of the words, and at the same time he could tell the strange hissing sound that Ogden could hear. Mofen seemed to want to defend himself, but his father glared at him fiercely, and then he changed his mind, walked slowly towards the wooden house with strange and shaking steps, and closed the door heavily after entering. The snake swayed pitifully again.

"I came here to meet your son, Mr. Gunter," said Ogden, wiping off the last bit of yellow pus from his collar, "Is that Mofen just now?"

"Ah, that's Mofen." The old man said casually, "Are you pure blood?" he asked, his attitude suddenly becoming so aggressive.

"Neither side." Ogden said coldly.

Gunter narrowed his eyes and stared at Ogden's face. He muttered in an obviously intentional offensive tone: "Now I look back and think about it. I have indeed seen your nose like that in the Muggle village."

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

"Enter the house?" Gunter said in a strange tone. He did not look at Ogden when he said this, but at Richard Silver.

"Yes. Mr. Gunter. I've told you. I came for Mofen's thing. We sent an owl-"

"The owl is useless to me," Gunter said. "I never read the letter."

"Then you can't complain that you don't know someone is coming." Ogden said sarcastically, "I came here to deal with a serious violation of the wizard's law that happened in the early morning-"

Richard Silver coughed loudly.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Gunter shouted, "Just go to the damn house, that will make you feel much more comfortable!"

The house seems to have three small houses, the large room in the middle doubles as a kitchen and living room, and two other doors lead to another room. Mofen sat in a dirty armchair next to the smoke-filled stove, fiddling with a living little poisonous snake between his thick fingers.

Slow footsteps came from the corner of the wall next to the open window. Harry then realized that there was another person in the room, a girl, the torn gray dress she wore was the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her. She stood next to a steaming stew pot on the ash stove, looking for something in the pile of dirty pots and jars on the shelves above the stove. Her straight hair was bleak, pale, plain, and looked very depressed.

"My daughter, Melop." Gunter said reluctantly when he saw Ogden looking at the girl inquiringly.

"Good morning," Ogden said.

The girl didn't answer, looked at her father in panic, then quickly turned around and continued to fiddle with the pots and jars on the shelves.

"Well, Mr. Gunter," said Ogden, "Let's go straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son Mofen had cast magic in front of a Muggle late last night."

With a bang, deafening. Merlop knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gunter shouted at her, "Why, lie on the ground like a dirty muggle to find it? What is your wand for? You trash?"
Chapter completed!