Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The three people walked out of the auditorium and followed a stone path in front of the door to an open space.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark.

"What the hell is going on? Why are your attitudes so strange?" Harry broke free of their arms and asked angrily.

Ron glanced at him, "Harry, you are exposed."

"What—" Harry choked suddenly, his internal organs caught in huge fear." Are you talking about Parseltongue?"

"We heard you just talking to that Great Black Snake, in another language."

Ron's words made his heart He kept falling, and he tried desperately to find a reason for himself, "But, I was to save Justin's life! If it wasn't for me to tell the snake not to attack him—"

"What did you mean at the time?" Ron interrupted him.

"Of course! You are also here..."

"Man, your expression is a bit horrible...like giving it an order to encourage it to continue to attack or something "

Hermione said sadly, "Harry, I think...the possible reason is that Parseltongue looks very evil, and your voice at the time was a hoarse si si sound with The horrible echo sounds like people have one's hair stand on end."

"Professor Haip said, Slytherin also used the Parseltongue innate talent to manipulate snakes and let them serve themselves. He is the image of a dark wizard in the eyes of others."

On the other side, Felix approached Dumbledore later, and the two talked for a long time.

"Felix... your sharpness surprised me. I will inform the portrait and professors of the castle to work hard for a while. When the Christmas holidays, most young wizards will go home. At that time, the castle will be empty. A lot of money. We can start a full search..."

"Dumbledore, have you considered the issue of Parseltongue?"

"Yes, maybe Parseltongue opened Chamber of Secrets The key, but I think you can do it, Felix?"

"Of course. However, about the combat club..."

Dumbledore indifferent expression, "If Professor Lockhart doesn’t No, I have no opinion."

Will Lockhart object? The Duelling Club is already his.

Felix got up with satisfaction, took a few steps, he stopped suddenly, "forgive me to speak bluntly, Headmaster Dumbledore, haven't you considered telling Harry Potter directly? He and his friends are always there. Follow the Chamber of Secrets for clues."

Dumbledore fell silent, "I'm not sure yet, Felix. Harry's Parseltongue reminds me of something, I have to figure it out..."

...

That night, Harry turned over and over and couldn't fall asleep. He looked at the snowflakes floating through the windows of the castle through the gaps of the curtains, feeling blank.

He remembered again Sorting Hat's advice to him.

"I belong to Gryffindor." He said to himself emphatically.

Harry thought that this day was the second most difficult day of the school year (the first was the day Ron received Mrs. Weasley howler), but he found out that he was wrong. The next morning, the news spread. After the whole Hogwarts, everyone looked at him with weird eyes.

As if in the next second, he would suddenly open his mouth full of fangs and bite off their heads in one bite.

For most of the afternoon, Harry hid in the underground abandoned classroom, watching Hermione make Polyjuice Potion with Ron.

Harry watched Hermione throw bunches of amphibian into the cauldron. He suddenly remembered something, "Hermione, yesterday you said Professor McGonagall was looking for you. What was it?"

Ron lifts the head and stopped dozing off.

Hermione’s expression suddenly came alive, and she happily announced: "My paper has finally been published."

Harry almost forgot about it, originally he was still looking forward to it. , But more than three months passed, and the thesis was completely emptied from his mind.

"It's strange that it took so long to publish," Ron said.

"That’s because it took me more than two months to revise the paper, not to mention the time for review. They sent me a manuscript acceptance letter yesterday, a copy of "Daily Prophet, and a sample publication of "Who Determines Ancient Runes"-handed over by Professor McGonagall."

Little witch was in a good mood. She pierced some leeches directly into the bottom of the pot and kept going. Stirring.

"How are two newspapers?" Ron asked puzzled.

"The text of the paper was in the "Who Determines Ancient Runes" magazine, but it was also reported in "Daily Prophet"." Hermione squinted and said, she was very satisfied.

The copies of "Daily Prophet" and "Who Determines Ancient Runes" were carefully collected by her, and she prepared to take them home during the summer vacation.

After Friday, I finally came to the weekend.

Saturday morning, trio hid in a corner of the common room. Harry's mood became more irritable. He felt that everyone passing by him would deliberately look at him, and even the voice would be sudden reduce.

But the attitude of the Gryffindor young wizards is really not bad, Harry now walks out, can have the effect of clearing a corridor, its deterrence is comparable to the castle administrator Mr. Filch.

This gentleman has been petrified because his cat is petrified, so he recently adopted a different strategy from the past-hiding in the shadows and waiting for the prohibited young wizard to deliver him by himself.

Relying on his familiarity with the castle, he caught three couples in a row who violated the prohibition and hid for dating, making Hogwarts' young wizards become terror-stricken at the news.

About noon, Professor McGonagall came to collect a list of students who stayed in school for Christmas. She would do this every second week of December.

The three found Malfoy's name on it, and they unanimously chose to stay in school.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Ron played wizard chess boringly, sighing from time to time.

Just when Hermione couldn't help but say something, an owl flew in and landed on her shoulder.

Hermione opened the letter on owl's leg. It was a note.

"Professor Haip's letter." She looked up at Harry and Ron, and said in a weird tone, "He invited Harry to his office with me tonight and said there was something important. "

Harry was dumbfounded.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The three moved towards the ancient runes office, and Ron suddenly asked, "Can I go too? I mean, Professor Haip is looking for Harry..."

"You have asked for the third time. Professor Haip mentioned you and said that if you are interested, he would be very welcome." Hermione said impatiently.

Three people stood at the door, she knocked on the door, and then pushed in.

Professor Haip is lying at the table looking at a book, with a rare ironic smile on his face.

This kind of expression is uncommon, and Hermione quickly glanced at the title of the book, "Amando Dupete: Sea or Idiot?" ", the author is Rita Skeeter.

Little witch found that there was a copy of "Daily Prophet" beside the table. A picture of Headmaster Dumbledore was on the front page, and the headline name was "Dumbledore's Big Mistake."

Her curiosity was immediately hooked, but Professor Haip pressed the book onto the newspaper.

Hermione: "..."

"Professor Haip, good evening." Harry greeted stiffly.

"Come on, three of you, please sit down."

Felix sits on a sofa, opposite three young wizards.

"Professor, is there anything you want me to do?" Harry was nervous, not to mention Parseltongue, not to mention Parseltongue.

"Harry, you are Parseltongue."

Harry: "..."

"Professor, I swear, I never opened Chamber of Secrets. There is another Parseltongue in the castle, he is the heir of Slytherin!" Harry yelled excitedly, and he almost self-destructed Polyjuice Potion and Malfoy.

"Calm down," Felix called for three glasses of orange juice with wand, "No one said you opened Chamber of Secrets."

"Then you find me—"

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Harry was a little puzzled, but Professor Haip on the opposite side motioned for the orange juice floating in front of him, so he picked up the cup and took a sip.

Hermione and Ron also sipped them.

"My purpose of looking for you is very simple, I want to learn your Parseltongue."

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"Cough!"

"Professor, what did you say?" Harry felt incredible. If he could get rid of the Parseltongue innate talent, he was willing to pay any price. But now, someone took the initiative to learn Parseltongue?