A True Heir in Every Sense

Harry stood on the ring, surrounded by strange looks.

He didn't understand what he had done wrong. He had saved Justin, but the other man's face showed no gratitude, only anger and panic.

Before he could react, Ron tugged at his robes from below the ring. "Let's get going! I think we need to hurry."

Harry silently stepped off the ring, and the students quickly backed away from him, as if they regarded him as some terrifying beast.

"Parseltongue," Draco said, looking annoyed and indignant. "Harry Potter is Parseltongue."

"Calm down. It's just that they can speak the language of snakes. There are people like that in the Magic World." Aaron looked thoughtfully at the two people who had left the Great Hall, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

He discovered that his search for Heir of Slytherin had gone astray, and that he had made a particularly simple mistake.

This person might not be the kind of person who inherited Salazar Slytherin's will, as he thought, but rather his bloodline descendant.

This is very likely true; the monster in the Secret Chamber is Basilisk, Salazar Slytherin's descendants have inherited his Parseltongue ability.

He can spit water on snakes without any difficulty and command them to do things; they are simply the perfect match.

"Aaron, you've misunderstood me."

Parseltongue was the ability of Salazar Slytherin, one of the Founders of Parseltongue, but now it is Gryffindor possesses this ability.

Harry Potter doesn't deserve this ability at all, and with so many people in the Great Hall, he's probably convinced he's Heir of Slytherin; he's probably incredibly smug about it!

"I don't think so. His expression just now didn't seem fake."

His Parseltongue might just be a facade; you wouldn't expect Harry Potter to be Heir of Slytherin, would you?

Draco pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I don't think so. At least the Heir of Slytherin won't mix with Muggle-born wizard."

"That settles it then. Harry just happened to know Parseltongue." Aaron didn't seem to care. He could also speak Dragon Language, and he wasn't arrogant about it.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked as she came over.

"None of your business, Granger." Draco's lips curled into a cold smile. "You'd better watch out, Harry Potter is the Heir of Slytherin."

Do you think he'll release that monster and let it...?

"Draco," Aaron gave him a warning look, "She's a good friend of mine, and your words won't have any effect on her."

"I was just trying to scare her." Draco said sullenly, then he and Crabbe and Goyle left the Great Hall.

Hermione leaned against the edge of the ring, her fingers carefully groping behind her back for something.

Harry's spell was still effective; Draco lost a few strands of hair when he was thrown, which were the ingredients for the last Polyjuice Potion.

"Um... Aaron, there's something I want to ask you." Hermione tried her best to remain calm. "Have you been very busy lately?"

I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that I rarely see you outside of class anymore.

"Pretty much, but it's not just you, Draco is the same way," Aaron said helplessly. "There's a complicated matter that I need to spend some time on."

But thanks to Harry, I have a new idea, which saves me some energy.

"Do you need my help? If you need an assistant, I can..."

"That's not a good idea." Aaron shook his head with a smile. "Thank you for your kindness, but you can't help me, and I don't want you involved."

After saying that, he went to the side door.

"Wait." Hermione mustered her courage and stood in front of him. "Tell me, what are you doing?"

Aaron looked directly into Hermione's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Well, if you really want to say something, I'm quietly protecting this school."

You need to keep this a secret; currently, only you know.

Hermione's heart sank slightly, and she subconsciously clenched the golden hair in her hand. "Then I won't disturb you doing such a great thing."

Aaron returned to the Slytherin dormitory, where he first dispelled the Disillusionment Charm and checked on the two caged roosters to see if they were in good condition.

This is something he has to do every day; he absolutely cannot lose these two amulets before finding the hidden enemy.

He then lifted the green curtain on the wall, revealing the clue wall he had organized.

Compared to the previous scattered clues, there are now many more names on the list, but more than half of them have been crossed out with a black line.

These are all excluded candidates. First, there are Muggle-born wizard, who cannot be the Heir of Slytherin. Second, there are some Half-blood and Pure-blood wizard, who are all of good character and have nothing unusual about them.

There must be one of the remaining people who is the Heir of Slytherin. Originally, we were going to use the process of elimination to investigate slowly, but now we have an extra clue that can speed things up: Parseltongue, besides Harry Potter.

The heir will certainly not reveal himself. The family background can never be hidden. Anyone who is related to Slytherin is a possibility. He may be Pure-blood, or he may be Half-blood, or he may be more likely to be Half-blood.

"Interesting, really interesting." Aaron chuckled as he Petting Dragon. "Abei, this is quite a feat!"

If conditions allowed, I would really like to conduct a census; that might narrow down the number of suspects to within ten.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Ron and Hermione told Harry the history of Parseltongue, which made him somewhat doubt himself.

Because he can hear the sounds of monsters in Secret Chamber before they kill, the Sorting Hat suggested he go to Slytherin last year during the Sorting Ceremony. Moreover, he is Parseltongue, one in a million in the Magic World.

All these factors combined make him seem like the Heir of Slytherin.

But he really wasn't. He knew very well that he hadn't ordered the monster in the Secret Chamber to do anything, and he didn't even know what that monster was.

The problem is that people don't think that way. Salazar was a person from over a thousand years ago, and his bloodline has not been broken. Even Harry can't be sure if he is Salazar's great-great-great-great-great-grandson because he knows almost nothing about his Potter family.

The next day, in the Transfiguration Class Classroom.

The Transfiguration Class for this semester is over, and Professor McGonagall didn't have much to say, so she simply let everyone arrange their own time.

But many people didn't read the book or write anything; they just stared at Harry Potter and whispered among themselves from time to time.

Once again, Harry felt the strange looks he was being given, and even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt extremely aggrieved.

Perhaps only Ron and Hermione, who were sitting across from him in the entire classroom, could understand him, but their comfort was insignificant compared to the doubts of most people.

The oppression in his heart made him close the book immediately. "See you in the lounge later."

Ron and Hermione could only give him a forced smile. They couldn't very well dissuade him; they couldn't very well leave Harry to experience the strange looks from others!

As soon as Harry stepped out of the classroom, he heard that voice again, as if it were coming from inside the walls.

He walked quickly forward in the direction of the sound, and around a corner he spotted Ghost floating in mid-air— Nearly Headless Nick.

His eyes widened in terror, his body turned black, and faint wisps of blue smoke rose from his neck, which was severed at the crack.

Besides him, there was another person lying on the floor.

Justin Finch-Fletchley, the Hufflepuff wizard, is Muggle-born wizard.

At this moment, he was in the same state as Nearly Headless Nick, motionless, his eyes wide with terror.

Harry swallowed hard, his breathing quickened, and he was momentarily at a loss.

"If I were you, I wouldn't stay here."

A familiar voice came from behind. Aaron, holding Abei, watched this scene with some regret.

"You, how did you get here?" Harry asked nervously.

Aaron looked at Abei in his arms, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

These days, he hasn't just focused his energy on solving cases; he hasn't neglected practicing Magic Array either.

He can complete a basic Magic Array in a second without any medium, but to achieve instantaneous magic, he still needs constant practice.

He has also greatly reduced the time it takes to inscribe intermediate-level Magic Array, from half a minute three months ago to three seconds now. Moreover, with the accumulation of his own Magical Energy, the power has also increased.

However, he hasn't made any breakthroughs in advanced Magic Array yet; the array diagram, core, and magic input are all much more complex.

Aaron knew that one must eat one bite at a time, and becoming stronger was also a gradual process, so he practiced advanced Magic Array using the same method as before.

Just now, he was drawing a complex and advanced Magic Array on the paper, but when he was making the last stroke, Abei suddenly heard the voice of the Basilisk.

In its excitement, it jumped onto the table, ruining ten minutes of hard work.

But since it was her own Dragon Cub, she still had to spoil it. After confirming that the Basilisk had left, she followed it over.

"This is a no-no, Harry."

Harry's eye twitched slightly, effectively concealing his suspicion.

How did you end up here?

"Um... well, that's also not true. I originally planned to go back to the lounge."

"Really? That's right, me too."

I suggest we leave here first.

"What about them?" Harry asked, pointing at Nearly Headless Nick and Justin. "We can't just ignore them!"

"Someone will take care of it; it doesn't have to be us."

Listen to me, we need to get out of here right now, otherwise...

"Caught red-handed."

A cold voice came from the mouth, Filch looked at the two of them with a gloomy gaze, his eyes lingering on Aaron for a moment before settling on Harry.

"You're definitely getting fired this time, Potter. Remember what I said."

"No, Filch, that's not how it is," Harry said anxiously, but Filch didn't stop and decisively left the place.

"Otherwise, this would have happened." Aaron sighed and shook his head, rubbing his forehead. He should have known better than to try to persuade her; if he had just left, things wouldn't have been so complicated.