if i am not me

Mrs. Pince used her sharp eyes to scan and investigate every corner of the library as usual. The cold weather did not slow her down. On the contrary, she was more diligent in patrolling—the cold weather made most Students who don't want to stay in the dormitory come here, and many of them are always messy.As an eager book lover, she finds it unbearable every time she sees someone not cherishing books or making loud noises in the library, so today she walked past a table in the left corner of the hall again and again, and the brown-haired man next to the table just now The little girl clapped her notes.If it weren't for her being more sensible, Mrs. Pince would have ordered her to leave here long ago.

And now, Mrs. Pince noticed that three boys were sitting next to them. She sincerely hoped that these children would not use this place as a chat room, but the reality always backfired.In the distance, Mrs. Pince could only see what a black-haired boy was saying, and the others stopped what they were doing and listened carefully. To her relief, this action didn't last long, and they There was no one around, so she decided to turn a blind eye for the time being.

Hermione kept paying attention to the movement around her, until Mrs. Pince's threatening sight disappeared, then picked up Harry's words, and after sorting out her thoughts, said, "First of all, what we can know is that Neville can indeed hear something We can't hear the voice, but it does exist, and that voice may be the murderer who caused the series of petrification incidents this semester!" Hermione cleared her throat, and the others nodded in understanding.

"Now, what we need to figure out is, what kind of voice is that?" She looked at Neville, "or, what language!".

Hearing this, Neville was slightly shocked, and a flash of understanding and panic suddenly flashed in the drooping eyelids.

"Based on the information I found, in the magic world, there are very few wizards who can hear voices that others cannot hear. Some of them are prophets, and the voices they hear come from the future. It is mysterious to ordinary people and even most of the prophets." After a short pause, she looked at Neville who lowered her head meaningfully, "There is also a voice, it is that of an animal. Language, the language of some animals we can hear, such as the birds we often hear, horses, etc... There are also sounds that our human ears cannot receive, such as reptiles and amphibians. Of course, these are not What I want to emphasize, what I want to say is that there is a certain type of people who can understand the meaning expressed in these sounds that are just chirping in the ears of ordinary people.”

"As far as the current situation is concerned, I guess that Neville belongs to the type of people who can understand the language of animals, and since only Neville can hear the sound when it appears, I judge that the animal should belong to reptiles or amphibians. Humans and other animals that generally have no sound or make very small sounds..." Hermione's speaking speed became faster and sharper. "According to the voice that came from the 'murderer' in the Chamber of Secrets, it means that this animal is most likely to be some kind of creature related to Slytherin...Neville, you should have heard something like this when you were a child." The voice, it can't be heard suddenly, because there doesn't seem to be any abnormality in you, and no one at school can hide Dumbledore's eyes and cast a curse on you!"

Neville slowly raised his head and looked at the four people around him. In a panic, he found that they were looking at him with concerned eyes.At this moment, he had vaguely guessed what that animal was, and hated his forgetfulness a little bit. How could he completely forget grandma's warning just because that incident had become a thing of the past?Those earnest words flashed in my ears over and over again, the secret that even Dumbledore didn't know.But now, because of his negligence and bravado, he is about to be exposed...

Snake tongue, Slytherin's special ability, he, Neville Longbottom, "The Boy Who Lived" also has it.A mischievous encounter when he was a child let his grandma know about his grandson's talent which is different from ordinary people. However, this remarkable ability not only did not make the grandma who looked forward to Sun Chenglong feel proud, but instead brought him an annoying exhortation over and over again: " Don't tell anyone, and don't let anyone discover or know that you can speak Parseltongue, and you have to try to forget this talent yourself!" Neville shook his head and smiled wryly, he accomplished the last item perfectly, but put the more The most important first two items are also completely forgotten.

Now, he has pushed himself into a dead end. Should he pretend that he doesn't know anything, or confess to these friends?Facing this dilemma, Neville remained silent.Hermione and the others thought that he was thinking about it, so they stopped talking, and just watched Neville quietly waiting for his answer.But Harry, who saw Neville's various reactions in his eyes, was a little more clear. It seemed that Neville must know that he was Snaketongue, and he also knew the meaning of Snaketongue.

Neville looked at them blankly, Ron, Harry, Draco, Hermione... the two years of getting along let him know how rare these friends are, what they saw, heard, knew, It was Neville Longbottom, the forgetful and sometimes silly boy, instead of seeing only "The Boy Who Lived" like other classmates, professors, people he knew or didn't know. ".He wants to bet, to bet with his own destiny, he wants to go on with them, no matter what he is about to face, he really wants to have these few friends forever.

With them by his side, he believed, he would not back down even from confronting Voldemort face to face.Because he knew that these few friends would support him behind him and help him beside him.So, he chose to be honest.

"I'm Old Snake!" A few short syllables echoed softly around them. In one sentence, not only Ron and the others were shocked, but Harry was also included.

Harry quietly looked at Neville, at the boy who firmly said "I'm Oldmouth".Does he know what the consequences will be if the snake's old mouth is exposed?Does he know the suspicion and pressure that Dumbledore will face after this talent is known...?

How could he not know.Wasn't the previous silence due to these reasons?But why can he still say to them so resolutely now, "I am an old tongue"?

Looking at the reactions of his friends, Neville suddenly laughed, a shallow smile that caused two dimples to sink into his cheeks. "It's a talent of mine, but I've been forced to forget it for a long time. If it wasn't for Hermione's reminder today, maybe I wouldn't even be able to remember it myself." There was a trace of bitterness embedded in his smile, but his voice remained the same. smooth. "My grandma told me not to tell anyone, including Dumbledore!" Seeing the shock on the faces of his friends, Neville continued.

"So, I hope that only the five of us know this secret. Because my grandma said, if I let others know that I am a cliché, maybe I will die..." Once again, Neville's words were like a thunderbolt It resounded on the plain, making the four of them speechless for a while.What does this represent?To represent Neville's trust in them is enough to bear with his life.

Harry looked at Neville in admiration. Is this really the silly Neville who would only hide and cry after being bullied by his classmates?The change of fate made this boy have a different experience, but it also changed his original cowardly character.If it was said that Harry's attitude towards Neville was because he knew that history would generally not seriously hurt Neville, so he had confidence and let it go, then it is now admiration for this "savior".I have to say that Neville's grandma was well educated. What the wizarding world needs is a "savior" who is not arrogant but smart and calm, not a puppet manipulated like the original him...

Neville's statement let them know the seriousness of the matter, but they were also deeply moved by Neville's trust.The four of you looked at me and I looked at you, tacitly put away the books they put on the desk.

"Draco, what was that secrecy spell you used last time?"

"Harry, why do you always have trouble remembering that spell? I've made you recite it many times."

"What kind of spell are you talking about? Is it the kind I think?"

"That's right, we used it last time!"

"What... Harry's secret? Tell me quietly!"

"Shut up, Ron, you idiot, are you trying to kill Drake?"

"Ah, don't hit, I didn't ask Drake to tell, I asked Harry to talk. Oh, don't hit, don't hit, can't I stop asking...?"

Looking at the four noisy people, Neville's eyes were moist. With such a friend by his side, what can't be overcome?

In a blink of an eye, Christmas is coming, and the noisy school gradually quieted down after the students left one by one.Harry looked at Draco who had been silent for a long time after receiving the letter from home, frowned, walked over to him and sat down.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Harry asked softly, patting the sullen Draco.While he admits that Draco looks good with a touch of melancholy, he likes the way Draco smiles. "You don't look like our Prince of Slytherin at all!"

"Where did you come from with such a messy title, you are fooling around with them." Draco scoffed at this, but the expression on his face finally stopped looking so depressed because of Harry's arrival.

"What, I'm still a knight!" Pouted unconvinced, Harry made a gesture of swinging his sword and raising his shield, but then he realized that the trend of the topic was a bit off, and immediately went back to Draco, Pointing to the letter in his hand, "Tell me, what makes you so depressed?"

Sneering and pushing away Harry, who was almost lying on him, Draco said leisurely, "It's nothing, it's just that my parents have something to do this year, and they have to spend Christmas at school."

"What...just you?

"Harry immediately raised his eyebrows. Although he used to like spending Christmas at school the most, it was a forced choice after all.

Shaking his head, his platinum blonde hair flicked gracefully in the air, and Draco flicked the parchment in his hand. "Crabbe and Goyle stay with me."

Harry rolled his eyes from the parchment to Drake, and suddenly clapped his hands! "Draco, come back with me!"

Dazed by Harry's abrupt words, Draco couldn't react for a while.

Seeing that Drake didn't speak for a long time, Harry thought that Drake was unwilling, and hurriedly said, "You can't go home for Christmas, so it's not the same when you come to my house. It's much better than spending Christmas at school, isn't it? Besides, If you go back with me, Crabbe and Goyle can also go back to their home, so you don't have to feel guilty!"

It is undeniable that Harry's words moved Draco's heart, but he still expressed his dissatisfaction with Harry's last sentence. "Hey, Malfoy won't feel guilty! It's their honor to accompany me~"

"Yes, yes, yes, write to your father quickly! Inform him to send your Christmas present to my house, hee hee!" Knowing that Draco said that, he agreed to his proposal, the smile on Harry's face Suddenly, it was so brilliant that Draco wanted to pluck off his tender skin.

Under Harry's urging, Draco noncommittally picked up the parchment and pen put aside, and quickly wrote the letter.In the letter, he explained his intention to go to Harry's house to spend the Christmas vacation, and said that he himself was looking forward to it. He believed that his father would not object to this proposal, but he still needed to ask for opinions on the form.

He took the letter and quickly tied it to Drake's owl. After feeding the owl some food in a hurry, Harry hurriedly asked it to deliver the letter.Seeing the gray horned owl flying away quickly, Draco raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Harry who was already excitedly arranging the Christmas itinerary for the two of them, and his heart was full of anticipation.

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D: "Who took that strange title?"

H: "What?"

D: "It's that prince, knight..."

H wondered: "What are you going to do?"

D smiled coldly and rubbed his fingers: "It's nothing, just let him shut up from now on!"

H suddenly realized: "Oh..." So he was shy!

D: "What kind of eyes do you have..."

H: "No... just want to tell you... There are many people who say that! And it's not just the two of us!"

D narrowed his eyes and smirked: "...Oh...what else?"

H snapped his fingers: "Uh... As far as I know, Neville's is the hero, Ron is the general... Hermione is the queen!" The queen... is very appropriate.

D: "..."

H: "By the way, Blaise insists that he is His Majesty the King!"

D walks out.

H was puzzled: "Huh? What are you doing?"

D smiled deeply: "It's just a trivial matter to find Blaise."

H: "..." Merlin blessed.Blaise, I didn't say anything...