Chinese students at Hogwarts

After Harry finished speaking, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The smile on his face gradually disappeared and he asked doubtfully:

"Well what's wrong? Doesn't this count as a magical talent?"

Hermione pursed her lips and turned a little pale, looking like a trumpet Professor McGonagall:

"Harry, did you talk to the snake?"

Harry pinched a piece of grass and said uneasily:

"Yes. But this should be very common, right? I think most wizards can talk to snakes. This is not an extraordinary skill."

"No! Harry, I'm afraid this matter is far more important than you think!" Hermione finally lowered her voice and spoke: "Because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous skill.

It's called Parseltongue!

Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin school is a snake. "

Harry's mouth dropped open.

"Harry, don't reveal that you know Parseltongue! Otherwise, everyone in the school will think you are his great-great-great-grandson or something."

"But I'm not," said Harry, feeling a panic he couldn't explain.

"You'll find this hard to prove," said Hermione. "He lived about a thousand years ago; from all we know, it's likely that you are his descendant."

Harry's face suddenly turned paler than Malfoy's. He laughed twice, turned his eyes to Zhang, and asked in a slightly trembling voice:

"Is this true? Only members of the Slytherin race can talk to snakes?"

Zhang Xiao couldn't help but laugh. His smile seemed to dispel the gloom. Harry couldn't help but cheer up. Could the omnipotent Zhang really be able to find counterexamples?

Then he heard Zhang Xiao's ruthless words:

"Hermione is right, Parseltongue is indeed a skill exclusive to Slytherin."

Harry immediately slumped like a deflated ball. When he thought about the sorting, the Sorting Hat said that he was particularly suitable for Slytherin, and he was sorted into Gryffindor only because of his strong request.

Are you born a bad person? Harry immediately shook his head and rejected it. Not all Slytherins were bad, at least not his good friend Zhang. He also distinguished the bad ones from Slytherin.

All the little wizards in the school know that Slytherin with the gold badge is completely different from Slytherin without the gold badge.

"But!" Zhang Xiao nodded his forehead, and Harry immediately raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

"Harry, have you ever thought that that scar left something behind for you? After all, there has never been a precedent for rebounding a life-killing curse, so you left it through that scar."

Zhang Xiao paused. Voldemort cast a spell on his name. Sometimes he would subconsciously not say his name, but thinking about his confidence, his waist was like a welded steel plate.

"Left something of Voldemort's?"—such as a soul fragment or something.

This also touches on a more interesting topic: Does a wizard's ability come from blood or soul?

If he came from blood, how did Harry learn Voldemort's Parseltongue and become extremely talented in dark magic?

If the answer is because his body contains fragments of Voldemort's soul, you see, you have also admitted that it is the soul that brings power.

"You mean I've got some of Voldemort's abilities?" Harry was startled, then realized and asked in shock:

"Voldemort is also a Parseltongue?"

Hermione didn't know much about Voldemort. As if she was learning something new, she stared at Zhang Xiao seriously with a class attitude, while her hands were subconsciously searching for something.

Zhang Xiao guessed that she was looking for a quill and a notebook to take notes.

"Yes, Voldemort is a Parseltongue, that's why he was able to bring together a group of purebloods as descendants of Slytherin in the first place. Think about it from another perspective, Harry.

The enemy tried to kill you, but not only failed, but you took away some special abilities."

Harry's mouth slowly opened, he couldn't help laughing, and he waved his fist vigorously:

"Zhang! You're right, it feels so comfortable to think like this! Why didn't I get more? It's best to get all his skills!"

Bring them all? One soul fragment makes Dumbledore very worried. If you stuff seven of them in one breath, Dumbledore will definitely kill you directly. It is easy, convenient and fast.

Destroy seven Horcruxes in one go! Where can I find such good things?

Hermione thought for a while and felt that Zhang Xiao's explanation was more reasonable than Harry being a descendant of Slytherin, so she patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the mood and atmosphere were almost heightened, Zhang Xiao took out a pen and notebook, looked at Harry with interest and said:

"Man, can you teach me such a cool skill?"

Hermione also hurriedly took out the same set of notes and showed by her actions that she also wanted to learn.

"You want to learn? Of course!" Harry cheered up, then held it in for a while, scratched his head and said, "But I don't know how to speak with it?"

Zhang Xiao took out his wand and casually clicked on the stone next to him. An ugly-looking snake with no patterns appeared in front of them.

This ugly snake raised its head, spat out a message, and made a faint sound. Harry was shocked: "I seem to have found a feeling!"

Then a snake-like hissing sound came from his mouth, which was terrifying.

Harry smiled happily: "How was it? Did it succeed?"

Hermione trembled and asked softly:

"Harry, what did you just say to it?"

"I'm saying hello to it!"

No wonder Parselmouth sounded so evil. Zhang Xiao felt that Harry's tone and expression just now were encouraging the snake to kill them both.

"Harry, please teach us a few simpler words first, such as go away, open, let go, let go, etc."

Harry clapped his hands and said in agreement:

"Good idea! Let me think about it and open it first."

Zhang Xiao listened for a while and found that snake language could not be marked out using the Chinese homophonic method that had been used before. Out of curiosity, he stretched his head and looked at Hermione's notes.

Well, she used the English homophone method.

Snake language almost always consists of ‘hissing’ sounds, mainly changes in rhythm and tone. Looking at what I wrote down in my notes:

"~~hiss~~hiss (second tone) hiss hiss (continuous reading, tone 314)~~~ hiss hiss hiss."

The whole article was full of hisses, and he was so angry that he closed the book. Let me learn from this! Go straight to technology!

I wanted to learn a foreign language at first, but stopped learning. I won’t communicate with a snake unless the snake can turn into a white lady.

He took out the Xuanyao Jade Silk from his pocket. This kind of gadget can record sounds. It is usually used as a vinyl record disc.

The recording function was activated and sent to Harry's mouth:

"Come on, Harry, you're repeating the word 'open'!"

In the abandoned bathroom on the third floor, Myrtle was lying in the air, her expression intoxicated and satisfied. She played with her braids with her fingers, looked at Zhang Xiao and said:

"No. No one has been here, except you."

Zhang Xiao was speechless. Ever since she made the deal with Myrtle, she had become a little strange. Creatures like ghosts have a fixed range of activities and cannot leave for a long time.

Therefore, Myrtle usually squats and goes to the prefects' bathroom to try her luck, and she doesn't always meet 'cute boys'.

But with Zhang Xiao's information, she was sure of everything and even felt a little full.

He waved his hand to signal Myrtle to leave, and carefully disarmed the trap he had set. If he opened the exit and triggered the trap later, he would be in trouble.

He didn't care if Myrtle would reveal that he was here to tinker with things. After all, he came here after the attack and could get by for any reason.

For example, I want to practice making polyjuice potion or something.

After all the traps around him were cleared, Zhang Xiao took a few steps back, took out the jade silk from the Qiankun bag, and was inspired directly with confidence.

Harry's evil and strange 'hissing' sound immediately echoed throughout the bathroom.

Zhang Xiao squeezed the wand in his hand and stared ahead with nervous and expectant eyes.

Open it! Secret room!

After a while, Zhang Xiao looked at the motionless marble pillars in confusion.

Why is there no movement? Did I get the wrong plate? No, didn't you think about the hissing just now? Did I put it wrong?

After reluctantly playing all the recordings, Zhang Xiao finally admitted a fact dejectedly.

The door to this secret room may be broken!

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I was not very satisfied with the voice input method yesterday, so I changed it back.