HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"What? Are you..." Licoris chuckled, looked up at the three pairs of eyes in front of her, and spoke in a long voice, "Interrogating me?"

The girl sat on the sofa, relaxing and looking at the three condescending people in front of her.

"Does that snake coming here have something to do with you?" Pansy said firmly, she had seen it, and it only came after she made a strange noise.

"How did you control the snake I summoned?" Malfoy was confused. Pansynott said she could summon snakes, why didn't I know?

"You are a Parseltongue." Nott, as a pure-blood, naturally knew that this was something only Slytherin, the first head of house, could speak, and his descendants, the Gaunt family, could also speak it.

"Okay, don't be so nervous. I have nothing to do with Dean Slytherin and the Gaunt family." Lycoris explained, "I just learned it reluctantly."

Learned it?

Who taught it?

"You know Parseltongue?" Ron frowned and pushed Harry into the armchair, "Why didn't you tell us that you were a Parseltongue? You even taught Licoris!"

"What is Parseltongue?" Harry asked. "Parseltongue means that I can understand snakes? I didn't teach her, and I didn't even know she could."

After some explanation, Harry and Ron understood what the other party wanted to express.

"You don't think this is very common, do you?" Ron held his forehead.

"What's wrong? Isn't this normal?" Harry blinked, not understanding why he was so nervous, "You can see Lycoris doing it."

"Then do you think she is a normal person?" Ron retorted, loudly, "Can you compare with her? She is the Great Demon King of Slytherin."

"Ron." Hermione frowned and said disapprovingly, "Don't talk about her like that."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about her." Ron reluctantly compromised, "Let's talk about Harry. Harry, you spoke the language of snakes. Do you know what this means?"

"What does it mean?" Harry thought it was nothing. He had obviously done something good, so why were the two of them looking so sad?

"Why do you think Slytherin's house emblem is a snake? Talking to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's special skill." Hermione lowered her voice, "It has a lot to do with it."

Only then did Harry realize the importance of the matter belatedly.

He will be regarded as someone related to him, such as a descendant. I don't want this kind of relationship.

"Then Lycoris..." Harry hesitated, "She can do it too! I can't be her brother and sister, right?"

"Sibling? How could you be his sibling?" Malfoy yelled. Is Lycoris the savior's sister? What a joke.

"Perhaps you think he is more like an older brother?" Lycoris joked, looking at Malfoy who looked like a kitten with fried hair. "It doesn't matter that he and I both know each other. It's you who thinks we have a relationship."

"He? Just him? He also looks like an older brother?" Malfoy reacted after saying, "You don't really have the idea of ​​becoming a relative with him, do you?"

Pansy rolled her eyes. Didn't he understand that Licoris was teasing him?

"Did Harry Potter teach you Parstellin?" Nott asked, "I didn't see you learn it from him."

"Are you still studying with Potter?" Malfoy sat heavily on the sofa, "Aren't you always studying?"

"I didn't learn it from Mr. Potter, but I have something to do with him." The diary is a Horcrux, and Potter is a living Horcrux. They are all fragments of Voldemort's soul, the same.

"Do you need us to cooperate with you?" Nott also sat on the sofa, side by side with Malfoy.

He didn't believe that she knew that she could speak snakes in public and had no intention of doing anything.

"I can help too." Pansy saw them all sitting down and sat down too.

Lycoris looked at her small group and shook her head, "It's not necessary for the moment. All I need now is one word, 'wait'."

"Wait? What are you waiting for?" Ron asked Hermione, "If you wait any longer, Harry will be regarded as his descendant!"

"Then do you have any good ideas? Now go out and catch someone and tell that person that Harry is not the descendant of Slytherin?" Hermione laughed angrily, "Don't you think that's stupid?"

It seems so?

You can't just explain it to everyone.

"We just have to wait and pray that everyone forgets about this, or... Licolis does something." Hermione also knew that she could speak parsel, but she didn't think that she was the descendant of Slytherin. She might be the same as Harry. It comes naturally.

"I'm born with it? How is it possible? I learned it, and you can do it too." Lycoris suddenly spoke on a whim, shocking the three of them, "Do you want to learn from me?"

In fact, for Licoris, snake language is like learning English as a child.

For example, tomato means tomato or tomato, and I couldn’t read it, so I transliterated it into “Rabbit scolds rabbit”.

He couldn't speak Snake himself, so Riddle said the meaning and read it out. I forced myself to memorize the pronunciation, but I didn’t make much progress in a week.

In other words, simple commands such as "come here", "go away" and "tuck up" are not as complicated as dog training commands.

Porter is different.

Some people fall down or get into a car accident and forget the language they speak now, and change it to a dialect or a foreign language.

He belongs to multiple things in his body and has an additional foreign language.

"Learn! This is so cool!" Malfoy was the first to agree.

"You can try it." Nott had no objection.

"I'm ready." Pansy sat upright.

"You summon a snake first." Lycoris looked at Malfoy and added, "You have the ability to deal with that snake, right?"

"How can you underestimate me!" Malfoy glared at her and took out his wand.

A black snake as thick as a thumb appeared in front of the four people.

Harry suffered from insomnia.

He looked blankly at the snowflakes outside. I am obviously a Gryffindor...

There was a hiss in the corner of the Slytherin common room.

"It took me so long to learn how to let it 'come'." Pansy sighed, "I'm a little sleepy."

"I'm a little sleepy too." Nott looked at Malfoy.

"Why are you looking at me? Go to bed if you're tired." After Malfoy said that, the three of them left.

"Let's go to bed. You solve it. Good night."

In a blink of an eye, only Malfoy and the little black snake who had been tortured all night were left.

The hawthorn wand emitted smoke again, and the little snake on the ground disappeared.

"Everyone go to bed, and I'll go to bed too."

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, blending into the water of the Black Lake, leaving nothing behind.

Of course, there are also those who don't sleep, such as Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin.

Suspecting that Harry Potter could speak Parsellus, Malfoy tried it out.

What he didn't expect was that his daughter Licoris could also speak snake language.

She seemed to know a lot of things, and she was studying almost all the time—except for the occasional trip to the Quidditch field to bask in the sun.

Does she have enough time?