Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 The Stupid Little Lion
"Professor Ollivander, do you know Parseltongue?" Snape was a little surprised when the closed wall was opened, "This is the first time I know."

Dumbledore looked at Hardy curiously, "How did you do it, Hardy?"

Hardy smiled, "It's nothing surprising, the principal, and the professor, this is just a little bit of my research."

Simply explaining his understanding that Parseltongue can be acquired, Hardy looked at the thoughtful Snape and Dumbledore, "If you want to, I believe it can be done."

"A remarkable discovery." Dumbledore sighed. "You are right to be in charge of the creative course of Alchemy."

Behind the wall is a long and narrow space with dim light, making people feel that they are not in the world, but have come to the habitat of death.

Beside the three of Hardy, several towering stone pillars soared into the sky, carved with lifelike coiled snakes.

Together, these stone pillars support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights, casting treacherous shadows on the mysterious space filled with greenery.

"Slytherin stays in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets..." Snape held his wand in his hand and looked at everything vigilantly.

In the distance, a loud and high-pitched cry suddenly came, "It's Fox's voice, it seems that the two Gryffindors are there."

Following Dumbledore's footsteps, the three of them walked along the green floor tiles to the end of the long and narrow space.

There, just parallel to the last row of stone pillars, stands a statue with the same height as the space quietly.

The statue is clinging to the dark wall behind, and people have to lift their necks high to see the huge face on it——

An old, almost monkey-like face.

Hardy quietly looked at the statue in front of him, a long sparse beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone.

Two big gray feet are standing on the smooth floor of the space.

"The statue of Salazar Slytherin," Hardy whispered.

At this moment, right in front of the huge statue, the phoenix Fox fluttered and hovered, and the figures of two little wizards were dodging under the pressure of the giant snake in embarrassment.

With a "bang", the basilisk swung its huge snake tail and hit the dark wall. Countless gravels the size of human heads rolled, causing the entire ground to shake slightly.

"Oh, it's Harry and Ron, brave Gryffindor." Dumbledore and the other three stood and watched from a distance.

Hardy drew out his wand, intending to step forward to join the battle, but was stopped by Dumbledore, "Haddy, please wait."

"With us, Harry and Ron will not be in danger, and besides—" Dumbledore looked at Snape, "Now is an excellent opportunity to verify, isn't it?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Hardy probably figured out the cause of the matter.

It turned out that since learning that Harry had a Parseltongue, Snape began to question whether it was right for Harry to be assigned to Gryffindor.

He thinks the Sorting Hat may have made the wrong choice.

Harry Potter should belong to Slytherin.

However, Dumbledore insisted on the results of the sorting ceremony.

"Severus, use the sorting hat to determine the students' college affiliation. This has been a tradition since the school was founded, and it has never been wrong." Dumbledore said slowly.

"Really?" Snape sneered, and immediately looked at Hardy beside him, "Remember? What our Professor Ollivander once did at the sorting ceremony."

Hardy shrugged helplessly, "Professor Snape, I have to declare that even if I didn't feed the Sorting Hat Hi-Pop, I still belong to Ravenclaw. That's just an insurance measure."

"Severus, I understand what's in your heart." Dumbledore raised his wand, "Then let us test it in a more conclusive way."

Hearing Dumbledore chatting with Snape one after another, Hardy couldn't help but think, your hearts are really big.

It is so natural that two little second-year wizards are fighting the basilisk alone. Is it true that they have the halo of the protagonist and their lives are safe?
Beside Hardy, Dumbledore suddenly waved his wand. He cast the Flying Curse, and a few minutes later, the Sorting Hat was summoned.

"I have to trouble you with something." Dumbledore whispered softly while holding the dirty-looking sorting hat.

"Oh, besides the sorting ceremony, it would be a good idea to be able to come out." The lazy sorting hat opened and closed the slit on the brim.

"but--"

The Sorting Hat was dangling in Dumbledore's hand, "I don't like this place very much."

Dumbledore smiled. He looked at Snape and Hardy successively, and then ordered Fox to grab the Sorting Hat and fly in the direction of the Basilisk.

At this moment, the basilisk's deadly eyes have been pecked blind by Phoenix Fox with its hard beak.

A large amount of thick green blood gushed out from the eye sockets, making the whole ground extremely wet and sticky.

The basilisk that lost its eyes screamed frantically, and it swung its tail vigorously, trying to get rid of the two "flies" that were bothering it.

"Kill... obey the master's order... tear you apart..."

Turning over to avoid a falling rock, Harry retorted loudly in Parseltongue, "Killers will be punished in the end!"

With a "bang", Harry's calf was scratched by the flying gravel, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Harry—"

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help shouting.

He hastily threw out the 2-star Eudemons card Great Mage, and an illusory figure rushed towards the basilisk immediately, using a series of noises to disturb the opponent's attention.

The Eudemons cards made by Hardy so far have no lethality at 1 star, and the attack of 2 star cards is only equivalent to the level of a second-year wizard.

Seeing the great wizard lure the basilisk away from Harry's head, Ron heaved a long sigh of relief, then raised his wand, and charged at the basilisk vigorously.

"Shuli Maqilaihai!"

He yelled loudly, and slammed the tip of his staff on the basilisk's torso.

There was a muffled sound, the scales of the snake broke where the stick tip touched, and hot blood splashed, which was blocked by Ron's wizard robe cleverly.

"ssssssssssssssssss..."

Seeing that the robe stained with snake blood foamed immediately, and a big hole was burned, Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva immediately, "The blood of this monster is also poisonous!"

"What should we do now?" Harry endured the severe pain and stood up again. "Just me and Ron, there is no way to kill this basilisk."

High in the sky, Fawkes, who left briefly, threw the Sorting Hat into Harry's arms, "The Sorting Hat? Is this the secret weapon sent by Dumbledore?"

Harry's eyes widened in excitement, and his fighting spirit was rekindled in his chest.

"Hey! You big ugly guy, watch your tricks!" Harry gripped the Sorting Hat vigorously, and threw it in the direction of the Basilisk.

The Sorting Hat hit the basilisk's torso, like a ball of cotton hitting a rock, and immediately fell limply to the ground.

"My God, what a stupid Gryffindor cub!" the Sorting Hat yelled in despair.

Seeing this scene, Snape and Dumbledore both sighed together and closed their eyes without a word.

"It's useless?" Harry frantically dodged the basilisk's tail flick, confused by the fact that the Sorting Hat didn't do any damage.

In the distance, Ron, who used the stone-knocking spell again to tear the basilisk to pieces, rolled over in embarrassment on the ground.

"My boy, do you expect a dirty old hat to kill a basilisk? Oh, Mr. Sorting Hat, I mean no offense."

Ron picked up the Sorting Hat on the ground and threw it to Harry again, "Try to put it on! Isn't a hat just for wearing it?"

With Ron's reminder, Harry suddenly realized, he rolled up, caught the Sorting Hat in mid-air, and immediately put it on his head.

"Help us—help us—"

Harry murmured to himself, his eyes pressed tightly under his hat, "If Dumbledore sent you here, he must have a reason."

The Sorting Hat didn't answer him, but the hat became tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was clenching it desperately.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, something hard and heavy fell on top of Harry's head, almost knocking him unconscious, and a string of gold stars appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)