A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 23 Parseltongue, Hardworking Hermione

"This is impossible!"

When Hermione relayed Felix's words to Harry and Ron, Harry argued angrily.

He didn't want to admit that he had an ancestor who knew the rat language!

Harry thought his first week of school had been terrible.Driving across England and being locked up, forced to be touched by Lockhart, crazy encounter with photographer Colin, plus heavy Quidditch training...

And he was in confinement yesterday, and had to write back letters to Lockhart's fans, one after another, endlessly, writing for a full four hours!
And that's not the worst, in Lockhart's office, he heard intermittent voices, "Kill you... tear... death..."

When he told the two of them this morning, they looked like he had finally lost his mind.And then Hermione volunteered to ask Professor Haipu, and the answer he got broke him down a bit.

"That's not necessarily true, buddy, I've heard similar rumors." Ron whispered, and he took out a fat mouse from his pocket. say!"

Ron held Scabbers in both hands, and handed it to Harry, his eyes full of expectation.

Harry had to lower his head and look at the mouse, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Banban rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

"Harry, don't speak human language! What you just said was human language." Ron said.

Harry: "..." Although I know what you mean, can you be more refined.

He tried a dozen more times, but the mouse didn't respond at all, "No way!" He was greatly relieved.

Fortunately, things didn't go in the worst direction.

Hermione looked at the farce just now, and reminded: "Harry, Professor Haipu just gave an example, there are other possibilities."

Ron had a different opinion, "Aside from mice, what else is in the castle? It can't be bugs, right?"

This kind of conjecture was even more terrifying. Harry's body trembled, and he quickly used his brain to try to change the subject.

"Maybe it's a snake!"

"snake?"

Ron and Hermione fell silent all of a sudden, and they looked at each other with strange expressions.

"You mean, you can talk to snakes?" Ron swallowed.

Harry didn't notice this, and excitedly recounted his experience of visiting the zoo and talking to a snake in it before he entered school.

"A boa constrictor told you it's never been to Brazil?" Ron said weakly.

"What's the point? I bet there are many people who can do it! That's what Professor Haipu mentioned, that... talent!"

Ron didn't speak, Hermione whispered: "Harry, talking to snakes is the hallmark of Salazar Slytherin. This ability is called Parseltongue, so the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake."

"But I'm not." Harry was a little dazed.But he suddenly remembered that in the first year of sorting, the Sorting Hat strongly advised him to choose Slytherin House. Thinking of this, Harry shut his mouth tightly.

"It's okay, buddy." Ron patted him on the shoulder pretending to be relaxed. "Pure-blood wizards often intermarry with each other. Maybe you are the great-great-great-great-grandson of Slytherin."

Seeing that Harry didn't show any signs of relaxing, he added in a low voice, "Really, if you really want to talk about it in detail, most of the pure-blood wizard families can get involved, and Malfoy and I are still relatives."

"You and Malfoy?" Harry was shocked.

Ron shrugged, "There are only so many pure-blood wizards, and it's normal to intermarry with each other. If you ask me, the real pure-bloods have long since disappeared, and they can't be passed down to the present."

Harry finally calmed down.

"Harry, it's best not to tell the outside world about this." Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded, and he wouldn't say that he didn't want to be related to Slytherin if he was killed.

And Hermione brought the topic back on track, "Since you are a Parseltongue, the sound you heard that day was probably a snake, maybe it was moving along the cracks in the wall."

In the concept of the little witch, a snake is at most the thickness of a wrist.

"But I hear it say death, kill, tear you apart."

"Maybe it was hunting? You know, catching some mice and bugs." Ron speculated.

Without evidence, the trio can only give up.

It's not a big deal anyway!
"Hermione, how's your paper going?" Harry asked.

"Oops!"

Hermione yelled and left quickly, leaving the two of them in a daze.

"Has Hermione been stupid from reading recently? This is the first time I've seen her in this state." Ron said.

Harry shrugged.

library.

Hermione occupied a large table by herself, which was covered with thick books. In front of her was a piece of parchment, and she was writing quickly.

There are less than ten hours before the library closes, maybe I will stay up late today.

Come on, Hermione!She cheers herself up.

Up to now, she has worked so hard to finish twelve books. She only read extensively and skimmed through them. The content in her memory does not exceed [-]%. This is very different from her usual habits. She has not memorized it. .

For the thesis, she had to bear the pain and give up her reading habit.However, she has already decided that after handing in the thesis, she will review the book list and memorize all the contents.

She clattered through the pages, and at the same time jotted down suitable arguments, arguments, in quill notes, with such an attitude that Mrs. Pince passed by her several times without noticing.

She stayed until the library was closed, and finally finished reading 16 books. She took the remaining four books and the thick parchment, yawned and wobbled back to the common room.

Tonight she is going to light up the night battle.

Pushing open the door of the lounge, the other little wizards had already gone back, and there were only two left.

"Harry, Ron?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Hey, we didn't see you at dinner, I think you shouldn't be there, this is for you." Ron pointed to the table in front of him, on which was food wrapped in parchment paper, the food soaked A layer of parchment paper leaked a piece of oil.

Hermione covered her mouth, trying not to cry.

Harry smiled and said, "We can't help you with papers, that's all we can do. Come on, Hermione, you're the smartest person I've ever met."

Hermione nodded heavily.

The two left, and Hermione opened the parchment. Inside were two pies, which she ate.

She was the only one in the quiet lounge.

On Monday the next day, Hermione was in a trance all day, and when she was practicing transformation, she almost regarded Harry as the object of transformation.

At noon, she had to go to the infirmary.

There is no class in the second period in the afternoon, and she is going to finish the last two books—after staying up all night, she has finished her thesis, but she always thinks that she must finish reading the books, which may add something to her thesis. new content.

But she was so tired that when Harry finished his Quidditch training, he found Hermione asleep in the common room.

"Hermione, Hermione?"

"Harry?" Hermione opened her eyes sleepily, her hair growing more shaggy and messy.

She came to herself quickly and let out a scream, "What time is it, Harry, what time is it?"

"08:30, Hermione," replied Fred, who had also just finished training, "I'll never forget that bastard Wood. We trained until eight o'clock on the first weekend of school. And from the second week on, he even Too much."

Wood on the side had black lines on his face, "I'm still here!"

Not only him, but all the Gryffindor team members were there, covered in mud and too tired to speak.

Hermione jumped up all of a sudden, ran out in a hurry, turned back within a few steps, quickly sorted the parchment on the table, muttered something in her mouth, and after confirming that it was correct, she grabbed her schoolbag and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"She is really a good girl who is diligent and studious." Player Angelina commented.

(End of this chapter)