Under strong pressure, Harry used Parselmouth. Everyone in Hope Cottage knows this.
The snake stopped moving at his hissing sound.
Snape stepped forward, waved his magic wand, and the snake turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared.
Snape looked at him with an inexplicable look, as if he was confirming something.
And he was vaguely aware that people around him were whispering Grim.
At this moment, he felt someone tugging at the back of his robe.
Sean dragged him behind him, and those sounds disappeared a lot.
"Let's go, Harry."
Justin and Neville appeared following Sean's gaze at some unknown time.
The two of them seemed a little worried.
"Have you forgotten? I told you not to expose yourself. Even in Magical World, speaking in a voice that others cannot understand is not good news."
Ron is a little anxious.
"What did I say?"
Harry saw Sean watching him leave, and saw the unhappy expressions of his companions.
"You said Parselmouth again!"
After arriving at the empty Hope Cottage, Ron said.
"But I'm not Heir of Slytherin, what does it matter!"
Harry said.
"Harry, others won't think so."
Hermione sighed.
"Okay, now, everyone in the school will think you are his great-great-grandson or something..."
Ron said.
Harry was stunned for a moment.
"Parselmouth I know, but Heir of Slytherin?"
Justin frowned at this time. He and Neville did not participate in the Chamber of Secrets operation.
"Sean must have said nothing, I knew it."
Hermione was a little helpless. She even suspected that even if Sean went to fight the Dark Lord alone one day, no one would know anything about it.
And Basilisk, they just bumped into it by chance.
"I should have explained it long ago. It's like this. Halloween, Harry heard a strange sound..."
Hermione spoke eloquently, and at the same time she remembered that shocking night.
Behind the excitement of Hogwarts during the day, someone blocked Basilisk late at night with a sword.
Until now, she felt chills running down her spine. The Dark Lord had always wanted Basilisk to attack them, but he obviously ignored a young wizard with terrifyingly high combat power.
Ten minutes later.
Harry is not the only one who is pale here. Justin and Neville are sitting with him. The three of them lower their heads together, not knowing what they are thinking.
Dueling Club is out of class, and a rumor has arisen again in the Great Hall.
--Chamber of Secrets, and Heir of Slytherin.
Sean Passing by the corridor, you can still hear what Hufflepuff are talking about.
Their heads were put together and they were talking about an interesting topic.
"So, Ernie, are you sure it is Potter?"
A girl with a blond ponytail asked eagerly.
"Hannah,"
The big boy said seriously,
"He is Parselmouth. Everyone knows that this is the sign of a dark wizard. Have you ever heard of any decent wizard who can talk to snakes? They call Slytherin himself Parseltongue tong."
"However, Harry always looks so friendly."
Hannah said hesitantly,
"Also, by the way, he was the one who made the Dark Lord disappear. He couldn't be that bad, right?"
Ernie lowered his voice mysteriously, and Hufflepuff gathered closer.
"No one knows how he escaped death when he was attacked by the Dark Lord. I mean, he was still a baby when that happened. He should have been blown into pieces. Only a dark wizard with truly infinite power can escape such a spell."
His voice was lower than a whisper, and he said:
"It's probably because of this that the Dark Lord wants to kill him. He doesn't want another 'devil' to appear to compete with him. I don't know what other magic powers Potter has hidden from everyone."
Reasonable and well-founded.
When it comes to spreading rumors, Sean believes that wizards all have certain talents.
However, after the report comes out, the rumors will stop, so there is nothing to worry about.
Parseltongue of Harry made him think of Basilisk again, so he walked towards Headmaster's office.
And just as he was leaving, a sad figure also passed by - Harry was in a trance, not knowing how he got back to Gryffindor Common Room.
After a while, Headmaster's office.
Sean finally saw Headmaster Dumbledore sitting on the seat.
"Perhaps, we need a new teacher to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Oh my god, the teachers of this class are used up so fast, aren't they?"
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled and blinked.
"Professor Lockhart..."
Sean I didn't expect it to be so serious.
"Oh, not this thing, but the next thing. Scams will always be exposed, and false things cannot withstand scrutiny."
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled calmly and said.
His gaze seemed to penetrate here and reach the head of a little witch who was flipping through Lockhart books.
"Sincerity, Mr. Green, is always something that gets lost easily. I'm glad to see you understand that."
Dumbledore If you have any suggestions.
Sean stared into his eyes, Dumbledore's smile paused for a moment.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you are all here..."
Before Sean could ask, Headmaster Dumbledore changed the subject:
"Before talking about anything, we have to wait..."
His fingers trembled, and Sean realized that he and the principal had become invisible.
He looked up and saw a figure looking curiously at the door.
He seemed to find that there was no one here, so he quietly walked around the table, picked up the hat on the shelf, and slowly put it on his head.
Sean turned around, Headmaster Dumbledore was looking at him kindly, putting a finger to his lips.
On the edge of the table, because the hat was too big, it slipped down and covered Harry's eyes.
"Oh, yes, it's me."
Sean heard Harry whispering vaguely,
"Oh - I'm sorry to disturb you - I want to ask -"
Sean knew he was talking to Sorting Hat. The next moment, Harry grabbed the top of the hat and took it off angrily.
The hat hung limply in his hand, dirty and faded.
Harry put it back on the original shelf and said loudly:
"You are wrong! I am not suitable for Slytherin! It is impossible for me to be suitable!"
The hat did not move. Harry stared at it, stepped back, and left worriedly.
His murmur echoed in the silent office:
"Parselmouth... resourceful... strong-willed... and a certain disdain for the rules of the law--stop that nonsense!"
It wasn't until after he left that Headmaster Dumbledore called Sean to him and asked with a smile:
"Do you have an answer now?"
"In any case, it has not chosen, so even if the soul in the darkness is guilty, the real sinner is the one who created the darkness."
Sean said.
On a winter night, Hogwarts snowed again.
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