After getting the information he wanted from Peeves, Luke stopped dwelling on the matter.
No matter what, he was now the person closest to inheriting the legacy of the Four Founders.
Two Secret Notes. One detailed Inheritance Location. The prerequisites for the inheritance.
In a sense, he had already pushed open a crack in that door to instant success.
"Parseltongue... is it really such a special Talent Magic?"
Back in the dormitory, Luke scribbled and drew in one of his notebooks.
They were merely simple lines, seemingly meaningless. Horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, dots, and slashes—just random marks of his pen.
"Probably not. The gift of Parseltongue is inherited by nearly every generation of the Gaunt family. If this Talent Magic were truly that powerful, it shouldn't be passed down so consistently."
Luke's pen scratched across the paper. Book leaned closer for a look but could not understand a thing. Then he sprawled beside Luke's hand, closed his eyes, and yawned.
"Either Slytherin's 'Parseltongue' Talent Magic is fundamentally different from 'Parseltongue,' or else..."
Luke's hand paused. His expression remained calm, but his eyes held a trace of astonishment.
"Does Slytherin's 'Talent Magic' have nothing to do with his own 'talent'?"
Luke felt that the whole conjecture seemed rather unreasonable. But... it was still a possibility.
"Forget it. I'm just sorting out my thoughts, not solving a case." He shook his head, closed the notebook in his hand, and stretched.
Listening to the sound of water flowing outside the window, he did not feel as relaxed as usual.
In the normal course of events, Dumbledore was laying out his plans while Voldemort was trying to break them. Harry was the key to breaking that deadlock.
And now, Malfoy was standing at the forefront, drawing the noble faction's attention for him. There was