Parseltongue

The phoenix is undoubtedly a very powerful Magical Creatures.

Putting everything else aside, his unique skill of swallowing curses alone is worth a pet slot.

Not to mention she can sing, act cute, grill meat, warm the bed... she's way better than Bobocha by a Fluffy.

William certainly needed a phoenix to elevate his status slightly.

Think about it, wizards usually rely on Floo Powder to get around, which is similar to taking the subway; the Knight Bus is like DiDi Chuxing (a ride-hailing app).

A more sophisticated Apparition is similar to that of a private car.

The coolest one has to be the Fawkes driving around with the Wizard – that's a true top-tier sports car!

Unfortunately, you can't just kidnap someone. Although as long as you swing the hoe well enough, there's no corner you can't dig up, Fawkes has been with Dumbledore decades after all...

William thought to himself that he would only have a chance to adopt Fawkes after the principal passed away.

This seems like they've become the ones taking over the losses...

Even so, many people want to take over the business, but no one has the connections!

Fawkes ignored William and continued eating his dried fish.

Harry paced around the room for a moment, then asked, "William, what is Parseltongue?"

"Simply put, it means being able to communicate with snakes." William turned another page of his book.

"Talking to snakes... aren't there many people who can do that?" Harry was stunned.

"No, most people can't do it." William looked up at Harry, puzzled.

"It's a special talent; some people are born with Parseltongue. Some people have a talent for languages and can learn them later in life."

I learned the language of Merpeople from Dumbledore. But Parseltongue is very difficult, much more difficult than the language of Merpeople.

Slytherin is the most famous Parseltongue, and Riddle is also Parseltongue...

Seeing Harry's awkward expression, William raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you are too?"

"Oh, I really can talk to snakes!" Harry felt a little pain in his scar.

"What I mean is, once at the zoo, I accidentally released a large python, and it lunged at my cousin Dudley."

The python told me it had never been to Brazil, and I released it without realizing it; it wasn't intentional. At that time, I didn't know I was a sorcerer...

"A python is telling you it's never been to Brazil?" William squinted at Harry.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

"Then it seems you are indeed one."

Harry stared at him, dumbfounded. "I'm speaking another language? But—I didn't realize—how could I be speaking another language without even knowing it?"

"That means you only have a passive skill, and your awakened talent isn't that high," William explained. "It only activates automatically when you see a snake, and you're completely unaware of it."

Luna's Legilimency is a passive skill and cannot be activated on its own.

"But I have nothing to do with Slytherin! And nothing to do with Riddle!" Harry said, distressed.

"Harry, you can't say that." William shook his head.

"Pure-blood families often intermarry, and even families that do not know each other or are enemies may be related."

I'd heard from the twins that Mrs. Weasley and Malfoy's mother were cousins by marriage.

Mr. Weasley was also the great-grandson of Malfoy's mother's great-uncle... By blood, Ron and Malfoy were relatives.

"Your Potter Family used to be Pure-blood families, so it's not surprising that you had a Gaunt ancestor."

Harry was dumbfounded; he simply couldn't believe they had this kind of relationship.

"Harry, don't worry about it. Nobody cares if you had a Slytherin or Gaunt ancestry," William comforted him.

"But then again, even if you had a Gaunt in your ancestry, it's still strange that someone across generations could still awaken Parseltongue."

"What do you mean?" Harry pressed.

"I don't know either; you'd have to ask Professor Dumbledore. Anyway, don't worry about it too much; it's just communicating with a snake."

Dumbledore speaks dozens of languages, and he even enjoys talking to Troll under the moonlight...

Harry couldn't help but laugh; he simply couldn't imagine the scene of Dumbledore and the Troll gobbling around.

"Since you Parseltongue, that makes things easier."

William pointed to the wall and said, "Is it insulting me?"

Harry looked up and saw a silver sword hanging on the wall, with a small green snake stuck in its blade.

If it weren't for the occasional twitching, Harry would have thought the little snake was dead.

"It's the Basilisk!" Harry shouted. "It's inside Ron, Riddle is controlling it."

"Yes, but the other six little snakes are all dead. This one was hidden on your body by Riddle and attacked me."

I'm thinking about how to deal with it.

William smiled. "By the way, don't look into its eyes. The Basilisk's eyes can kill. It's still in its juvenile stage, but it can still petrify you."

The Basilisk is undoubtedly a rare creature, and since William has captured a juvenile Basilisk, he certainly cannot kill it; he must keep it alive to extract every last drop of value from it.

Harry hissed.

"It didn't curse you; it was begging for mercy, saying its wound hurt a lot and asking you to give it some Potions. Also, it's hungry and wants some dried fish."

Fawkes gave the Basilisk a sharp look, and like a protective hen, it stuck out its bare rear end and quickly swallowed the rest of the dried fish.

"So much nonsense. Tell it that Riddle is dead, and I will be its master from now on."

Otherwise, I'll gouge out its eyes and leave it in the Acromantula's lair. Aragog must like playing with snakes.

Or, throw it into a pool teeming with leeches and suck its blood dry.

Harry shivered and began hissing as he communicated with the Basilisk again.

After Harry finished speaking with the Basilisk, William put away the books.

He picked up Fawkes, then took the silver sword, turned it into a ring, and put it on his left hand.

He waved his wand, magically trapping the Basilisk in a box and placing it in the corner of the Safety Watch.

"Let's go, Harry." William waved his wand, and Ron floated up from the ground.

"We've been in this Chamber of Secrets all night; it should be dawn outside by now."

William was somewhat disappointed; even if he returned to the castle and put on the ring, he couldn't stop Riddle.

"Open the door," Harry said to the door.

But the door did not respond.

"Harry, don't speak like a human," William warned.

Harry was speechless. He understood what it meant, but it sounded like an insult.

"But I don't know how to pronounce 'Parseltongue '."

"That's easy. Close your eyes and imagine there's a snake in front of you."

Harry nodded, finally letting out a hissing sound.

The door opened, revealing a long passageway.

William helped Harry land on the ground from the sculpture.

The two walked out of the Chamber of Secrets along the same path, but halfway there, William turned back and went back to the main entrance.

On the wall, two intertwined snakes are carved, their eyes inlaid with large, Winky emeralds.

William tapped the emerald, but there was no response. He then took out the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat inside the Safety Watch.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and slammed it down on the snake's head, only to send sparks flying.

Clearly, Slytherin had taken into account William the Conspirator's shameless successor when they created the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets!

Never mind... William can retrieve these gems later when he has learned more powerful magic.

This is way bigger than Lucius's pigeon egg!

If crafted using the skills of Goblin, it would surely be beautiful as jewelry.

Won't that save you money on buying a diamond ring later?

William is such a clever little devil!

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