Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 49

"But I really just wanted to save Justin." After a while, Harry spoke again, "As you can see, the snake's venom almost touched him."

Harry argued: "If I don't save him, maybe his head will be bitten off by the snake immediately. Do you want to see Justin without a head? Just like Nick without a head."

"Oh, if that's the case, they could join the Headless Hunters together," muttered Ron.

He found Harry and Hermione glaring at him, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I just wanted to brighten things up."

"But—" Hermione paused, "Being able to talk to snakes is a famous ability of Salazar Slytherin, so the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake."

"It's my fault, I should have mentioned these things to you earlier, I thought you would know." Hermione sighed long.

Ron suddenly realized, "Harry, are you really Slytherin's great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson or something?"

"I'm not! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!" Harry said firmly, "I have nothing to do with Slytherin!"

"But... didn't the Sorting Hat want to sort you into Slytherin House in the first place? Could this be a proof?" Ron's words silenced Harry.

However, he didn't intend to expose his Parseltongue just to show off, he really just hoped to save Justin in time.

Harry couldn't sleep for hours that night.

He watched the flakes of snow drift past the castle windows through the chinks in the drapery around the bed, feeling bewildered.

Will he really be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?
After all, he knew nothing about his father's family.The Dursleys always forbade him to ask about his magical family.

"But I belong to Gryffindor," thought Harry, "if I had been of Slytherin blood, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have allowed me to be sorted here..."

……

Christmas is approaching, and Professor McGonagall is collecting the list of students staying at school for the holidays as usual.

Harry, Ron and Hermione signed the list, and at the same time, they also heard the news that Malfoy was going to stay.

"That's suspicious!" Ron whispered. "How could Malfoy give up going back to his noble family for what he thought was a superior vacation?"

"This is just right." Hermione said seriously, "This way we have the opportunity to use Polyjuice Potion to extract the truth from Malfoy that he is the heir of Slytherin!"

In the new week, the whole sky is filled with icy snowflakes and looks gray.

Ever since Harry accidentally exposed his Parseltongue, he could clearly feel that the students around him were deliberately avoiding him, which kept him in a low mood.

He could only devote all his energy to the work of translating the snake language assigned to him by Professor Ollivander, and because of this, he finished the work two weeks ahead of schedule.

Holding a stack of parchments, Harry braved the snow and crossed the white-covered courtyard, but almost collided head-on with Hagrid who was walking towards him.

"Hey, Harry, hello, where are you going in a hurry?" Hagrid's face was well hidden by a snow-stained wool balaclava.

He was wearing a moleskin coat and was carrying a dead rooster in his gloves.

"Oh, Hagrid, hello." Harry said listlessly, looking at the things in the other's hand, "What happened? Could it be—"

His expression became terrified, could it be another attack?
"Hey! Harry, take it easy, don't think too much." Hagrid waved his hand hastily, "This is the second rooster that has been killed this term. I guess it was a fox or a vampire."

"I was about to report this to Dumbledore and ask him to allow me to cast a spell around the chicken coop." Hagrid looked at Harry. "Are you all right? Harry, what are you doing?"

"I have to go to Professor Ollivander." Harry looked at Hagrid's snow-covered eyebrows and beard. "I've done the work he gave me."

"Professor Ollivander!" Hagrid smiled. "He's such a wonderful guy, isn't he? If you have something on your mind, it would be a good way to talk to him."

According to Hagrid's suggestion, Harry came to Ollivander's professor's office in a nervous mood.

At this moment, the other party was savoring a table of delicate snacks carefully, but the strange thing was that Hardy only took a bite of each dish.

"It's a bit too extravagant..." Harry couldn't help thinking that the exquisite snacks in front of him were not enough for one person to finish.

With just a casual glance, Harry saw fruit pies, trifle, Eden mousse, scones and carrot cake on the table.

"Please sit down, Mr. Potter." Hardy put down the small plate and silver fork in his hand, and sat in front of the other party, "Would you like something?"

"No, no, thank you." Harry spread out the parchment on the small table in a low mood, "Professor, this is the work you gave me, I finished it, but maybe—"

"Some mistakes cannot be avoided." Harry drooped his head.

Hardy noticed that something was wrong with Harry's mood, but he was not in a hurry to ask, but picked up the things on the small table first.

He glanced over, and found that Harry had used small characters to explain the meaning of each small dark green snake pattern, which was so densely packed that it looked dazzling.

After more than ten minutes, Hardy spoke slowly, "To be honest, Mr. Potter has done a good job, although there are inevitably some small flaws, such as redundant explanations."

Blinking his eyes, Hardy said affirmatively: "But you are still doing well, and this may be of great help to us in solving a series of attacks."

"Really?" Harry suddenly became excited when he heard this, "Will this really come in handy? I...I mean...recently..."

Hemming and hawing, Harry told Hardy everything that happened to him, just like Hagrid said, he should talk to Hardy.

"You did the right thing, Mr. Potter." After hearing the ins and outs of the incident, Hardy patted the other party's shoulder, "It's not you that people fear, but the reputation and legend of the mysterious wizard Slytherin."

"Leave this matter to me." Hardy sent Harry out of the professor's office, "As a reward for your completion of the Parseltongue translation."

After sending away the relieved Harry, Hardy closed the door and let out a slow breath.

He temporarily put aside the manuscript translated by Parsel language, and walked to the table full of snacks again.

He waved his wand, and the snacks on the table were cleaned up, and then more than a dozen tumblers flew out from the cupboard not far away.

Each glass is filled with liquids of different colors, which are——

Eggnog, Flame Whiskey, Butterbeer, Devil’s Chili Sauce…

Hardy took a sip from the glass in turn, put it down, and took another glass.

The last thing he held in his hand was a cup of coffee.

He waved his wand, and a large bag of white sugar crazily fell into the glass, directly causing the coffee in it to bubble out.

Facing this cup of coffee with explosive sweetness, Hardy took a long sip expectantly, then stared blankly for a moment, put down the glass in his hand with a wry smile.

"Exactly, my sense of taste is gone."

(End of this chapter)