Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Snape did not chase after him; he had to fulfill his duties as the professor on duty and ensure the smooth running of tonight's dueling club.

Under his direction, the young wizards resumed their training.

However, compared to before, most of the young wizards had become distracted, huddling together and constantly discussing everything that had just happened.

Snape's mood was also not pleasant; his face was dark as he roamed the dueling hall, scolding the students who were not practicing properly.

"Are you dueling or having a tea party? Should I prepare some tables for you, along with tea and desserts, so you can have a good chat?"

"Is this what you call dueling? It's simply unbearable!"

"You're waving your wands so slowly, I thought you were doing housework."

"If you think this kind of weak spellcasting can survive a real duel, then I suggest you start preparing your wills now."

In a daze, some of the older students even felt that the familiar Professor Snape had returned.

After the dueling club ended, Snape went directly to Sebastian's office to tell him about his experiences tonight.

Snape had foreseen the predicament that Harry was about to face—being falsely accused and then isolated by the entire school.

He didn't want Harry to suffer these grievances, but unfortunately, he wasn't good at handling this kind of situation.

Therefore, he urgently needed Sebastian's help to get Harry out of his predicament.

Faced with the worried Snape, Sebastian smiled and reassured him.

"Don't worry, Severus, I've already thought of a countermeasure."

"Tomorrow morning, just wait and watch my performance."

In just one night, the students of Hogwarts reached a consensus.

Harry Potter is the heir of the Chamber of Secrets!

Everyone had no objection to this statement; after all, Parseltongue had appeared, and there was no better proof than this.

The young wizards unanimously believed that Harry had opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the monster locked inside.

Then he directed and acted in a good show, deceiving all the friends around him.

Look, his friend Hermione Granger is still fawning over him.

Hmph!

This foolish girl still hasn't recognized Harry Potter's true colors and is still foolishly defending this heir of the Chamber of Secrets.

Doesn't she understand that as a Muggle-born witch, her situation is extremely dangerous?

People have always said that she is the smartest student in the second grade, but now it seems that's not the case.

Harry sat at the dining table, concentrating on eating his breakfast; his surroundings were empty, with only Hermione and Ron beside him.

Regarding this situation, Harry felt extremely aggrieved; he wanted to stand up and loudly argue with everyone that he was not the heir of Slytherin and that he had not opened the Chamber of Secrets.

However, Harry also knew that no one would believe his words.

They would only believe what they saw and heard.

No matter how he argued, they would only think that his Parseltongue was just acting.

Just as Harry was feeling depressed, someone walked over and sat down next to him.

Seeing the person, Hermione and Ron quickly greeted, "Professor Swann."

"Morning," Sebastian responded with a smile, "You continue eating."

"I'm here to talk business with Harry."

Talk business?

Hermione and Ron looked at each other in dismay; they really couldn't understand the meaning of the professor's words.

All the other young wizards were stunned.

Originally, they thought Professor Swann was here to question him.

However, the professor's words were really beyond everyone's expectations.

They didn't bother to eat and all pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what Professor Swann would say.

Harry looked at Sebastian aggrievedly: "Professor Swann, don't make fun of me."

"What business can there be between us?"

"There's a lot of business we can talk about."

Sebastian looked at Harry, as if he didn't realize the treasure he possessed.

"Once the deal is done, you can earn a large sum of Galleons every year."

Galleons?

This word was like magic, firmly attracting the minds of the young wizards.

They were eager to know what Professor Swann saw in Harry.

If possible, they also wanted to do business with the professor.

Looking at Harry's doubtful eyes, Sebastian didn't keep him in suspense: "I'm interested in your magical talent—Parseltongue."

Parseltongue?!

Hearing this, Harry's heart tightened: "Don't joke, Professor, what's the use of this evil talent?"

"Evil?" Sebastian frowned, "Just because you can use it to talk to snakes, or because it's the signature talent of Slytherin?"

Sebastian glanced at the young wizards present and explained with a smile.

"You have a deep misunderstanding of Parseltongue, just like the misunderstanding of Slytherin."

"Parseltongue is just a magical talent, or rather, it's just a very ordinary type of magical talent among many."

Sebastian raised his voice slightly.

"Magical talents have no distinction between good and evil."

"It's a gift that heaven gives to everyone at birth."

Hearing this novel statement, Harry's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Hermione ask.

"Professor Swann, do you mean that everyone has a magical talent?"

"Of course!" Sebastian nodded affirmatively.

"Magical talent is a very mysterious thing. Except for those with the same bloodline, most people's magical talents are different."

"Many times, the manifestations of magical talents are very subtle and require wizards to explore them carefully themselves."

"For example," Sebastian pointed to himself, "my magical perception is a little stronger than others."

"However, some magical talents are very obvious and can be seen at a glance."

"Like Parseltongue."

"Even, magical talents may be specific to the amplification of a certain type of magic."

"For example," Sebastian looked at a young wizard in the crowd, "I can now see that Mr. Seamus Finnigan will achieve considerable success in spells related to explosions."

Hearing this, the young wizards looked at Seamus one after another, and after associating it with his performance, they all showed knowing smiles.

The explosion genius Seamus, so this is his magical talent.

Sebastian looked at the students who were gradually surrounding him.

"To be honest, Parseltongue is just an ordinary language talent, and it doesn't bring any combat power to wizards."

"It's just that because of Slytherin, Parseltongue has been elevated to a height that doesn't belong to it, leading people to mistakenly believe that it is a powerful and evil talent."

"If people listen to it a few more times, others can directly learn Parseltongue."

"Compared to innate Parseltongue, the only difference is that this kind of acquired Parseltongue cannot be passed down through bloodlines."

Hearing this explanation, the young wizards nodded repeatedly.

Just like the professor said, everyone misunderstood Parseltongue, just like they misunderstood Slytherin before.

It turns out that Parseltongue is just a language talent, and others can even learn it as a language.

Looking at it this way, Parseltongue is a bit unremarkable, even inferior to Seamus's explosion talent.

After all, Seamus's talent cannot be learned by others.

Moreover, if Seamus is willing, he can rely on his explosion talent to become a powerful combat wizard.

Harry swept away his previous decadence and asked Sebastian gratefully.

"Professor Swann, what do you want Parseltongue for? Do you want to learn Parseltongue?"

"If you want to learn, I can teach you at any time."

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