Snakes at Hogwarts

Snakewood is the common name for a variety of common trees that have wavy patterns on their wood.Snakewood has magical properties and can be used as wand wood, but historically few wizards have used wands made of snakewood.

As its name suggests, the character of snakewood has many similarities with snakes. Therefore, it is not easy to get the recognition of snakewood wand.

Snakes are born not to trust others easily.

Historically, Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, used this wood when making his own wand.

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Arturo Cefa Robles Wandology

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Andros walked out of Ollivander's wand shop a little depressed. He dug into his pockets. The money bag that was bulging in the morning was full of gold galleons, but now it was shriveled and only a few gold galleons and some were left. Silverxico.

On the contrary, the pockets of his clothes were bulging, containing seven or eight pocket books the size of a matchbox, a crucible the size of a finger, bundles of quills and parchment the size of a fingernail, and several sets of A robe so mini that even a baby can't wear it.

After realizing that magic could make life easier, Andros asked Professor McGonagall to cast shrinking spells on all the things he and Hermione bought.

He was holding a rectangular cardboard box in his hand, which contained the wand he just bought from Ollivander's Wand Shop. This kind of thing with magical properties cannot cast a shrinking spell, otherwise it will Causes the wand to become damaged and unusable.

"They are both magic wands, why is this one so expensive?"

"Okay, Andros. Mr. Ollivander has already made you very cheap. Do you know the price of water snake horns on the black market?" Looking at Andros's gloomy look, Professor McGonagall smiled. Comfort him.

"As far as I know, it costs 150 gold galleons, and this kind of one with gems is even more priceless and scarce. The wands made from this thing were very popular among wizards in the early days."

"I know Mr. Ollivander gave me a cost price, but it was expensive enough. I originally thought I could save some Galleons during this trip."

"Don't worry about this. If nothing else happens, this wand will accompany you through the magic time in the future. The most important thing is to choose the one that suits you."

I hope there won't be any accidents, otherwise, I won't have that many gold galleons to buy another one.

"Professor McGonagall, I heard some people say that the longer you take to choose a wand, the higher your achievements will be in the future. Is this true?" Hermione asked the question she wanted to know with some hesitation.

"Miss Granger, I must remind you that if you want to achieve superhuman achievements, the most important thing is to study hard. The time it takes to choose a wand does not mean anything."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, I will definitely study hard."

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go back after checking that nothing is missing."

After checking that they didn't forget to buy anything, Andros and his group walked towards the Leaky Cauldron.

It was already getting late, and the bustling crowds in Diagon Alley were much less crowded. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on this cobblestone street. The shouts from several small shops nearby made everything visible. It's so quiet and comfortable when you wake up.

Due to lack of money, they did not go to the Magical Creatures Shop and the Eagle Owl Shop, nor did they take a ride on Gringotts' special trolley. This should be the only regret.

"It's so beautiful that I really can't bear to leave here."

Standing at the entrance where they came from, looking back at the street behind, Hermione suddenly became a little reluctant. Today was too dreamy for this little girl who had just turned 11 years old.

The magical magic, the changing streets, the bustling crowds, the strange products, the mysterious fairies, and Ollivander's wand shop all made this 11-year-old girl linger.

She suddenly didn't want to leave here.

"It would be nice if I could stay here forever."

"The brief separation is for the next reunion, Miss Granger. If you live here for the rest of your life, you will definitely not be as happy as you are today, because these scenes are already something you are accustomed to."

"You're right, Andros, and you can call me Hermione."

The girl's voice was very soft, but Andros still heard what she said clearly.

In Western countries, unless you have a particularly good relationship with friends, relatives, lovers, or an elder versus a junior, you will not call the other person by his or her first name, but by his or her surname.

Calling someone's name rashly, especially a girl, is a very transgressive behavior and can easily arouse other people's resentment.Only after the girl has made it clear that you can call her that.

"Mr. Lobach is right, don't feel sorry, you will come here often in the future."

Taking one last look at the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley, the group returned to the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron along the ever-increasing arch.

"Maybe we could write to each other, Hermione, or maybe make a phone call." Andros suggested as they passed the dim passage in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron.

If I remember correctly, there was a telephone in Aunt Nancy’s office at the orphanage.

"Really not, that's great, we can exchange magic together." Hermione looked very happy when she heard Andros say this.

What Andros didn't know was that due to her personality and other reasons, she had no friends at school.

She is the only person she has met, whom she can talk to and can be called a friend.

Andros's words somewhat diluted the mood of parting. After saying hello to Old Tom behind the bar, they pushed open the glass door and came outside of the Leaky Cauldron.

Who would have thought that such a glass door separates two completely different worlds?

Looking at the Muggles on the street, Andros thought with deep emotion.

Those people will live in a world shrouded in science all their lives, but I have already stepped into a world called magic.

"The start date of Hogwarts is September [-]st. The details are written in the letter I sent you. You need to read it carefully. Also, do not perform magic in front of Muggles. This is illegal."

After bidding farewell to the Granger family, Professor McGonagall waved her hand and took Andros again through Apparition to the big tree where they left in the morning.

"Mr. Lobach, the new semester starts on September [-]st. On that day, you need to go to platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross Station in London before eleven o'clock in the morning, and then take the bus to Hogwarts. "

"Platform Nine and Three Quarters"

"Yes, that's a hidden magic platform. It's the third wall between Platform [-] and Platform [-]. You just need to run to that wall. Don't worry, there are many wizards that day. Will go there.

I'm sure you can easily tell by their different attire from Muggles, and there will also be Ministry of Magic Aurors patrolling the entrance to the station. "

"I understand, no problem, Professor McGonagall."

"Well, that's good. If you're afraid of missing the train, you can go look for it earlier."

"I understand, thank you, Professor McGonagall."

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go back quickly."

Watching Andros return to the orphanage, Professor McGonagall waved her wand gently.

With a soft sound similar to a car backfiring, her figure disappeared from the place with a few falling leaves.

Since Hogwarts is under an anti-Apparition spell, Professor McGonagall needs to apparate to Hogwart first and then return to Hogwarts.

Two flowers bloomed, one on each side. After a simple dinner at the orphanage, Andros returned to his cabin deep in the forest under the cover of night.

"Hiss, hiss, Ivar, where are you? I'm back." Along the way, the unique cold hiss of snakes kept echoing in the woods, and the wind that sounded with it sounded more like some kind of painful wail. It only makes people feel more chilling.

This is also the reason why Parseltongue makes people think it is black magic. Not only do most people with this ability become dark wizards, but this magic-like ability itself can also make unknowing people's hair stand on end.

"Hiss boss, you are back"

A responding neighing sound soon came from the forest, and not long after, a giant python as thick as a bowl emerged from the low bushes.

"Hiss~ Boss, you are finally back. I am starving to death. Do you have anything to eat?"

"There are only these leftovers. You can make do with it first. I have something else to tell you after eating."

"What are you talking about now?" Ivar asked without raising his head as he devoured the food in the box.

"As you know, I am a wizard. In one month, I will go to a magic school called Hogwarts. The semester is very long and I cannot leave you a snake here.

So now there are only two options, either you go to Hogwarts with me, or I find a way to put you on a ship bound for North America. What do you think?

Do you want to go with me?”

Although Hogwarts does not allow students to bring snakes as pets, if Ivar really wants to go, Andros will try his best to let it sneak into Hogwarts.

This month of life has made him have feelings for this giant python. Parseltongues can easily develop a special emotion when facing snakes.

What's more, didn't Hagrid once keep an eight-eyed spider in school?

That thing is much more dangerous than a giant python.

As long as it's not discovered, there should be no problem.

"Hiss, hiss~ Are you leaving?"

Ivar raised his head from the lunch box and stared directly at Andros.

"In one month, that's why I want to ask your decision in advance. If you want to go to the Magic World with me, that would be the best. If you want to go home, I won't stop you."

"Hiss~ I haven't thought about it yet, will there be any benefit in going to that Hog or something with you?"

"If nothing else, at least the food won't be as bad as it is now. I can guarantee that you can eat as much as you want and you will have meat every meal."

"It's true. Then what else should I consider? Can't we go earlier?"

"cannot"

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evening,

Hogwarts under the cover of night,

The eighth floor of the castle, the principal's office.

"I'm back, Albus, everything goes well."

After returning to the castle, Professor McGonagall immediately went to the principal's office on the eighth floor to report to Dumbledore about his situation today.

"You are always so reliable in your work. Have you seen that child?"

"Yes, I also brought a little Muggle-born girl from London with me."

"how do you feel"

"A very smart, mature little boy with outstanding magical talent, and most importantly, a kind heart. His dean is a good person and has given him many beautiful qualities."

Professor McGonagall briefly talked about what he had experienced that day, from the magical talent displayed under the tree in the morning, to the Leaky Cauldron, the performance during shopping, and the final selection of the wand.

Just when he mentioned the wand made of snake wood with a long-horned water snake horn as the core, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Hmm~ He does sound like a very nice little guy. Can you find out what kind of attack our courier was?"

"No, he didn't see the attacker."

"It doesn't matter. The little guy has almost recovered. It's getting late. Go back and rest early."

"Wait a minute, I still have questions to ask." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression.

"What's wrong, Minerva?"

"Why did you hire Quirrell as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? I don't believe you didn't find something wrong with him."

"Is there anything wrong with Quirrell?"

"Don't try to fool me, Headmaster Dumbledore. I was an Auror when I was young, and I have experienced a lot of things." Professor McGonagall looked a little angry because she felt that Dumbledore was deliberately pretending to be confused.

"I don't believe you didn't notice that he tried his best to cover up the stench of his turban with garlic and other damn spices. It was the smell of rot. What on earth are you thinking about?"

"Minerva, it's very complicated here." Dumbledore explained calmly, not paying attention to Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied eyes.

"As you said, I did notice that something was wrong with Quirrell, but I did have my own considerations in it.

And, you know what, there weren't many people willing to be Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. People thought it was a cursed position, coming from someone whose name they dared not mention. Quirrell was the only one who applied. A wizard who wants to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "

"Then you can't joke about the safety of the students, Dumbledore. None of us know what purpose he had in entering Hogwarts, if any students will be harmed as a result."

"Don't worry, I guarantee that no student will be harmed in any way. No matter what his purpose is, he will not succeed in the end. I will keep an eye on him."

"It's good that you know what's going on. After all, you are the principal of Hogwarts. I'm a little tired. If there's nothing else, I'll go back and rest first."

"Good night, Minerva."

"You're not the only one who can tell there's something wrong with that wizard, Albus, she seems unhappy with you."

After Professor McGonagall left the principal's office angrily, a portrait of the principal hanging on the left wall of the room spoke.

She is Dalys Derwent, a headmistress who graduated from Ravenclaw and is the only female headmistress of Hogwarts so far. Not only that, she is also an excellent healer who once served as St. Mungo's. Director of the Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

St. Mungory still has a portrait of her to this day.

"Minerva is a very keen wizard. I had guessed that she would find out about Quirrell's problem." Dumbledore spread his hands.

"I have to make sure of something. You also understand that he is not dead, but is still recovering in secret."

"So you think that wizard, Quirrell, is that person's pawn

"I'm not sure yet, so that's why I need further confirmation, though."

"Do you have any concerns?"

"I'm a little worried now that it's that boy."

"What's wrong with that kid?"

"Nothing, I just couldn't help but think of things in the past. Do you still remember that boy, Tom? He was also an orphan who showed magical talent since he was a child, but in the end he grew into an evil dark wizard, Voldemort."

"So you suspect that this boy will become like Tom."

"It's not suspicion, it's worry. If a dark devil appears, I'll probably be dead by then."

"There is no need to worry about the world after death, Albus. Even if this is the case, it has nothing to do with you."

"People are afraid of many things when they get old, Delis. I'm afraid that no one will be able to stop these dark wizards after I die."

"Don't take yourself so seriously, Dumbledore."

The principal picture next to him interrupted, and these principal portraits, who had been pretending to sleep just now, began to chatter, making the originally quiet principal's office suddenly become noisy.

"And how can there be such a coincidence in the world? You can't preconceptions that he will eventually become an evil dark wizard just because he has the same experience as that person."

"Even if this is true, this time you are the principal and no longer the transfiguration professor who has no decision-making power. You can teach him in time to prevent him from taking the wrong path."

"Let's talk about it then. This is not the main problem we face."

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Long before the Sorcerer's Stone was transferred, Quirrell was already the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Therefore, the author speculates that Quirrell, or Voldemort's original purpose was not the Sorcerer's Stone, but that he was probably... Want to transfer the crown, and disgust Dumbledore by the way.

Of course, it would be even better if Harry could be killed easily.