A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 51 I Want to Learn Parseltongue
The three walked out of the auditorium and followed a stone path in front of the door to an open space.

After nine o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark.

"What's going on? Why are you acting so strange?" Harry asked angrily, breaking free from their arms.

Ron glanced at him, "Harry, you're exposed."

"What—" Harry choked suddenly, great fear gripping his guts, "You mean, the Parseltongue thing?"

"We heard you talking to the big black snake just now, in another language."

Ron's words made his heart sink, and he tried to find a reason for himself, "But, I did it to save Justin's life! If I hadn't told the snake not to attack him—"

"Is that what you meant?" Ron interrupted him.

"Of course! You were there too..."

"Dude, you have a scary expression when you speak... It's like giving it orders, encouraging it to keep attacking or something."

Hermione said sadly, "Harry, I think... the possible reason is that Parseltongue looks very evil, and your voice at that time was a hoarse hiss with a horrible echo, listen It looks creepy."

"Professor Haip said that Slytherin is also because he unscrupulously uses the talent of Parseltongue to control snakes and make them serve him, so he is the image of a dark wizard in the eyes of others."

On the other end, Felix found Dumbledore later, and the two talked for a long time.

"Felix... I am amazed by your keenness. I will inform the portraits of the castle and the professors to work hard for a while. After the Christmas holiday, most of the little wizards will go home. At that time, the castle will be quite empty. We A full search can be launched..."

"Dumbledore, have you considered the Parseltongue?"

"Yes, maybe Parseltongue is the key to unlocking the Chamber of Secrets, but I think you'll have a way, Felix?"

"Of course. But, about Fight Club..."

Dumbledore was noncommittal, "If Professor Lockhart has no objection, I have no objection."

Would Lockhart object?The Dueling Club was already his.

Felix stood up in satisfaction, took a few steps, and stopped suddenly, "With all due respect, Principal Dumbledore, haven't you considered telling Harry Potter directly? He and his friends have been chasing the Chamber of Secrets for a long time. clue."

Dumbledore fell silent. "I'm not sure yet, Felix. Harry's Parseltongue reminds me of something, and I have to figure it out..."

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That night, Harry tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Through the gap in the curtains, he watched the snowflakes drifting past the windows of the castle, feeling dazed.

He thought again of the Sorting Hat's advice to him.

"I belong to Gryffindor," he said emphatically to himself.

Originally, Harry thought that this day was the second most difficult day for him this school year (the first was the day when Ron received Mrs. Weasley's screaming letter), but he found out that he was wrong, and the next morning, the news spread throughout Honolulu. Gewarz, everyone looked at him strangely.

It seemed that in the next second, he would suddenly open his mouth full of fangs and bite off their heads in one bite.

Harry spent most of the afternoon hiding in the abandoned classroom in the basement, watching Hermione make Polyjuice Potion with Ron.

Harry watched Hermione throw bunches of amphora into the cauldron, and he suddenly remembered something, "Hermione, yesterday you said that Professor McGonagall was looking for you, what is it?"

Ron looked up and stopped dozing.

Hermione's expression suddenly became vivid, and she announced happily: "My paper has finally been published."

Harry almost forgot about it. Originally, he was looking forward to it with all his heart, but after more than three months, the matter of the thesis was completely emptied from his mind.

"Strange that it took so long to publish," said Ron.

"That's because it took me more than two months just to revise the paper, not to mention the review time. They sent me a manuscript acceptance letter yesterday, a copy of the Daily Prophet, and a A sample issue of "Who Will Determine the Ancient Runes"—delivered by Professor McGonagall."

The little witch was in a good mood. She poked some leeches directly into the bottom of the pot and kept stirring.

"Why two newspapers?" Ron asked puzzled.

"The main text of the thesis was placed in the magazine "Who Will Determine the Ancient Runes", but the "Daily Prophet" also reported the matter." Hermione squinted her eyes and said, she was very satisfied with this.

The "Daily Prophet" and "Who Will Determine the Ancient Rune" were carefully collected by her, and she was going to take them home during the summer vacation.

After Friday, it's finally the weekend.

On Saturday morning, the three of them hid in a corner of the common room, and Harry became more and more irritable. He felt that everyone who passed by him would give him a deliberate look, and even his voice would suddenly drop.

But the attitude of the little wizards of Gryffindor was really not bad. Harry walked out now, which would have the effect of clearing a corridor, and its deterrent effect was comparable to that of the castle administrator, Mr. Filch.

Because the cat he raised was petrified, this gentleman has recently adopted a different strategy from the past-hiding in the shadows and waiting for the forbidden little wizard to come to his door.

Relying on his familiarity with the castle, he caught three couples who violated the prohibition and went on a date in hiding, making the little wizards in Hogwarts frightened.

Near noon, Professor McGonagall came to collect the list of students who stayed at school for Christmas, which she did every year in the second week of December.

The three found Malfoy's name on it, and they chose to stay in school by coincidence.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Ron played wizard chess boringly, sighing from time to time.

Just when Hermione couldn't help but say something, an owl flew in and landed on her shoulder.

Hermione opened the letter on the owl's lap, it was a note.

"It's a letter from Professor Haip." She looked up at Harry and Ron, and said in a strange tone, "He invited Harry to come to his office with me tonight, saying that he has something important to do."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The three of them walked towards the ancient rune office, and Ron suddenly asked a little uneasy, "Can I go too? I mean, Professor Haip is looking for Harry..."

"You've asked this for the third time. Professor Haip mentioned you and said that if you are interested, he is very welcome." Hermione said impatiently.

The three stood at the door, she knocked on the door, and then opened the door and entered.

Professor Haip was leaning over the table and looking at a book, with a rare ironic smile on his face.

This expression was unusual, and Hermione glanced quickly at the title of the book, Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot? , by Rita Skeeter.

The little witch found that there was a copy of the "Daily Prophet" next to the table. The photo of Principal Dumbledore was hung on the front page, and the headline was "Dumbledore's Big Mistake".

Her curiosity was aroused at once, but Professor Haipu pressed the book on top of the newspaper.

Hermione: "..."

"Good evening, Professor Haip." Harry greeted stiffly.

"Come on, you three, please sit down."

Felix was sitting on a sofa, facing three little wizards.

"Professor, what do you want from me?" Harry was worried, don't mention Parseltongue, don't mention Parseltongue.

"Potter, you are a Parseltongue."

Harry: "..."

"Professor, I swear, I never opened the Chamber of Secrets. There is another Parseltongue in the castle, and he is the heir of Slytherin!" Harry shouted excitedly. Fu thing.

"Calm down," Felix summoned three glasses of orange juice with his wand, "No one said you opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"Then you find me—"

Harry was a little puzzled, but Professor Haip on the opposite side motioned to the orange juice floating in front of him, so he picked up the glass and took a sip.

Hermione and Ron also took sips.

"My purpose of looking for you is very simple, I want to learn your Parseltongue."

"puff!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"cough!"

"Professor, what did you say?" Harry felt incredible, and he was willing to pay any price if he could get rid of his Parseltongue talent.But now, someone actually took the initiative to learn Parseltongue?
(End of this chapter)