"Kano, that night when I was serving detention with Lockhart, I heard a whispering voice."
Early the next morning, Harry spoke nervously with Kano.
"Is there something wrong with me?"
Kano paused while handling the herbs. "What did you hear?"
"SSS... SSS..." Harry tried hard to recall it, but what came out of his mouth was the language of snakes.
"You didn't speak human language just now," Kano interrupted helplessly.
Harry suddenly realized what was wrong with himself and grew even more terrified. But Kano patted him on the shoulder and told him not to repeat it, but to describe it again in his own words.
"Uh, it said it wanted to find someone... kill someone?"
It seemed that after the Basilisk had been awakened by the diary, no one had opened the Chamber of Secrets for it, so it could not get out?
"Harry, this will be resolved soon." Kano patted him on the shoulder. "Don't overthink it."
Harry left with a heavy heart. Before long, Kano saw Ron and Hermione hurrying out of the common room.
There was nothing wrong with letting children play detective for a while. Judging by their direction, they were probably heading to the library again.
Did this count as cultivating a good habit in Harry? James and Lily really ought to thank him.
Kano smiled, set those thoughts aside, and activated the heating device beneath the golden cauldron.
The cauldron was filled to the brim with morning dew collected before sunrise. Kano cut the dried Roman chamomile into sections, waited until the temperature was right, then added it to the pot and slowly stirred it clockwise nine times with a cinnamon stick.
Once the contents had fully dissolved, Kano added another five ounces of freshly squeezed purple vervain juice.
The potion gradually darkened