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"
Then
you
can
hardly
complain
that
you
get
no
warning
of
visitors
,
"
said
Ogden
tartly
.
"
I
am
here
following
a
serious
breach
of
Wizarding
law
,
which
occurred
here
in
the
early
hours
of
this
morning
--
"
"
All
right
,
all
right
,
all
right
!
"
bellowed
Gaunt
.
"
Come
in
the
bleeding
house
,
then
,
and
much
good
it
'll
do
you
!
"
The
house
seemed
to
contain
three
tiny
rooms
.
Two
doors
led
off
the
main
room
,
which
served
as
kitchen
and
living
room
combined
.
Morfin
was
sitting
in
a
filthy
armchair
beside
the
smoking
fire
,
twisting
a
live
adder
between
his
thick
fingers
and
crooning
softly
at
it
in
Parseltongue
:
Hissy
,
hissy
,
little
snakey
,
Slither
on
the
floor
You
be
good
to
Morfin
Or
he
'll
nail
you
to
the
door
.
There
was
a
scuffling
noise
in
the
corner
beside
the
open
window
,
and
Harry
realized
that
there
was
somebody
else
in
the
room
,
a
girl
whose
ragged
gray
dress
was
the
exact
color
of
the
dirty
stone
wall
behind
her
.
She
was
standing
beside
a
steaming
pot
on
a
grimy
black
stove
,
and
was
fiddling
around
with
the
shelf
of
squalid-looking
pots
and
pans
above
it
.
Her
hair
was
lank
and
dull
and
she
had
a
plain
,
pale
,
rather
heavy
face
.
Her
eyes
,
like
her
brother
's
,
stared
in
opposite
directions
.
She
looked
a
little
cleaner
than
the
two
men
,
but
Harry
thought
he
had
never
seen
a
more
defeated-looking
person
.
"
M'daughter
,
Merope
,
"
said
Gaunt
grudgingly
,
as
Ogden
looked
inquiringly
toward
her
.
