Hogwarts lazy snake

Inside the House of Requests.

Ron's first reaction was extremely strong. He stared at Harry with wide eyes and astonishment, and asked anxiously: "Harry, why are you a Parseltongue? This is so strange!"

His eyes were full of confusion and worry, and he looked so serious as if something extremely serious had happened to Harry.

Harry was full of doubts: "I don't have any Parseltongue. I just want to keep the snake away from Justin. I don't want him to get bitten by the snake and then join the Hogwarts ghost team."

Seeing Ron so serious, Harry didn't care in his heart. He thought it should be a normal thing, so he retorted: "And what's the big deal? I think there should be many people in the wizarding world who can do it. Maybe it's just a common language skill."

However, Ron looked at Harry with a terrible expression, shook his head, and said hurriedly, "No, Harry. That's Parseltongue, and Parseltongue is not an ordinary language. It's very special, and... and it's often associated with some bad things."

At this time, Hermione also spoke with a serious expression. She looked at Harry and asked seriously, "Harry, what you just said was Parseltongue. You may not have realized it yet." Then, Hermione imitated the sound Harry made before, "Hiss? Hiss, look, this is Parseltongue. And do you know why the Slytherin emblem is a snake?"

Click~The door is opened~

Harry was stunned by this question, and he blurted out subconsciously: "Isn't it because Slytherin people are as insidious and cunning as snakes?"

"Of course not, because Slytherin speaks Parseltongue, and Parseltongue is basically a special skill that only Slytherins can master." Carlotta said, pointing her fist at Harry: "And who are you calling insidious and cunning? Do you want to try my fist again?"

Hermione and the other two were very happy to see Horn and Carlotta come in. After all, the current situation was very bad.

Horn smiled and waved at Hermione and Ron: "(????)??Hi, are you all right?"

But the people on the opposite side were in no mood to respond to Horn's enthusiasm at the moment. Their minds were all on the issue of Parseltongue and Harry's identity.

Following Carlotta's words, Horn continued, "That is to say, you who can speak Parseltongue are likely related to Slytherin. Maybe you are a descendant of Slytherin's great-great-great-great-grandson or something like that."

At the end, Horn deliberately changed his tone. The voice sounded a little funny, as if he was trying to ease the tense atmosphere, but no one was in the mood to laugh.

"No, I'm not. How could I be a descendant of Slytherin? I entered Gryffindor House, so it's absolutely impossible!" Harry retorted loudly, feeling a little excited, but his heart was inexplicably flustered.

After all, when she was wearing the Sorting Hat, the magical hat said that she was also suitable for Slytherin. It was because of Ron's understanding that she insisted on joining Gryffindor.

"But people in the hall won't think so." Hermione looked at the somewhat flustered Harry and said softly.

Ron also sighed helplessly: "They will definitely think that you are the great-great-great...grandson of Slytherin, and they will think that you are the descendant of the one who released the monster in the Chamber of Secrets."

"And Slytherin is a figure from thousands of years ago. There is no stronger evidence to prove your relationship with him than the fact that you can speak Parseltongue." Carlotta's words were like salt in Harry's wounds.

"Uh..." Harry suddenly looked at Horn who had been silent, "Horn you..."

Horn was in a mood to joke just now, so there must be a way.

"There is a way!" Horn guessed what Harry was thinking before he finished speaking.

"?!" Everyone looked at Horn in surprise and curiosity.

Harry was extremely anxious and shouted impatiently, "Horn, tell me! What is the solution? Tell me now!"

Horn didn't keep the secret and directly expressed his idea: "Look for Voldemort, isn't he the descendant of Slytherin?!"

"!!!" Harry, Ron and Hermione were all frightened by Horn's words.

"Isn't Voldemort dead?"

"Is Voldemort a descendant of Slytherin?"

"what!"

They exclaimed in unison.

Snap~ Hiss~!

The door of the Room of Requirement was opened again, and a little golden retriever rushed in, shouting, "I remember, Harry spoke Parseltongue!"

That night, the entire Hogwarts was immersed in a restless atmosphere.

In the dormitory, the students who should have been resting were not sleepy at all. They were discussing enthusiastically what happened in the duel club. Because today was the last day of the semester and it was Friday, everyone's excitement and fear had not yet passed.

The next morning, the sunlight seemed to be blocked by thick clouds. Students who did not apply to stay on campus for Christmas were busy packing their luggage, preparing to board the Hogwarts Express to go home.

Ron stood in front of the window, looking at the heavy snow that had begun to fall outside. The snowflakes were like goose feathers, gently covering Hogwarts with a flawless white silver coat, and the whole world became like a dream.

"Harry, get up. Look, it's snowing heavily. Let's go out and play in the snow." Ron shouted excitedly to Harry who was still lying in bed.

"not going!"

Harry pulled the quilt over his head and answered in a muffled voice. He was in no mood to play in the snow right now. His mind was full of Parseltongue and Slytherin descendants.

On the other side, in the happy little base of the Room of Requirement, Horn had finished packing up his things.

He looked around the room carefully, his eyes like a scanner, not missing any corner, checking to see if there was anything left that needed to be packed.

After confirming that everything was correct, he patted the magic bag on his waist, which contained his treasures, and then walked out of the Happy Cottage.

Actually, Horn originally wanted to stay and investigate the mystery of the secret room, but when he thought of the two cute little glutinous rice balls at home who must be looking forward to his return, he did not fill out the application to stay in school.

As soon as he walked out the door, Horn saw a familiar figure.

"Horn, you're up. I was just about to call you." Draco was about to open the door when he saw Horn and greeted him with a smile.

Horn responded with a smile, and the two of them walked towards the restaurant together.

"Horn, my father told me not to interfere with the affairs of the Slytherin heir, that is, Harry." Draco walked while carefully watching Horn's face, "Besides, he also told me to tell you that you'd better not interfere."

"It seems that your owl is very tired after flying all the way!" After hearing this, Horn showed a sarcastic smile on his face. He was not surprised by this.

After all, there are signs that Voldemort is returning, and the Malfoy family has always been good at sitting on the fence. They don't want to offend Voldemort, who might make a comeback, nor do they want to create a rift with themselves who might become powerful and wealthy in the future.

However, they were afraid that they, or Nicolas Flamel behind them, would cause trouble for them, so they could only let Draco convey this message.

"No, no, Horn, I didn't tell my dad that Harry could speak Parseltongue." Draco heard Horn say this and thought that Horn had misunderstood that he had told the secret last night, so he hurriedly explained, "It should be other young wizards who wrote to their family and told them, and now the news has spread."

"Ah! He's out, he's back. No matter if he's a human or a ghost, he's doing it again! I knew it! I knew it! Help!"

Right behind him, Peeves, who had always been a troublemaker and a coward, completely ignored Horn and Draco this time and passed straight through them like a flash of lightning, his shrill cry echoing in the corridor.