[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

I heard that there is a sleeping dragon under Hogwarts.

Xia Chuan followed behind the billowing black robe, looking at the dark place below under the dim light.

The professor was not friendly to him - after he caught up, the other party warned him without any explanation, in a tone without pause.

It's like a poisonous snake whose tail has been stepped on and turns back to the perpetrator to spit letters.It's just that there are other enemies restraining him and he didn't kill the person who provoked him in one blow.

Xia Chuan knew that the person who could restrain the poisonous snake must be Dumbledore.

That old man did have tricks, no matter whether the poisonous snake named Severus Snape walking in front of him was caught seven inches by Dumbledore, or he was convinced to do things for Dumbledore, from It is not easy for Dumbledore to control such a man.

But these have little to do with him.Xia Chuan thought.

He wasn't quite sure that the two Malfoys he'd known were all right, and he wasn't even sure that his legacy in the Muggle world was still there - especially after seeing Tom's current state.

It can hardly be described as bad.

He had to find Malfoy first, though he wasn't sure if the fireplace at Malfoy Manor was still connected to his Muggle mansion.

The butler who remained in the Muggle world - he remembered it was called Andre - probably knew quite a bit.At least he would know more than those ignorant plants in the Forbidden Forest.

After all, plants are not people, and the twists and turns of human beings are naturally impossible to know, and even more incomprehensible.

"Mr. Snape." Xia Chuan called to stop the poisonous snake walking in front, and squinted his eyes when the other party turned around.

What I have to say is that Mr. Snape's fierce temperament is very attractive, but the mouth that always speaks evil words is really not likable.

"If Mr. Jalan Nord's mouth is not glued, I think you should continue talking now instead of looking at others in a daze like a mindless troll!" Snape looked very unfriendly, looking at Xia Chuan, A disdainful cold snort came from his nasal cavity.

Xia Chuan shrugged and did not argue with Snape, "Do you know how to get to Malfoy's house?"

It may not be useful to find Mr. Malfoy. Asking the kid in Malfoy's family directly may cause disgust. If Malfoy's childhood education is good, any Malfoy should respond to anyone who asks about the Malfoy family. 12 points of defense.

After all, if it is a friend recognized by Malfoy, it is impossible not to know the situation of Malfoy's family.

As for Xia Chuan, who already knew the main quest, he didn't want to waste much time following the noble's probing habits to obtain the information he wanted.

It would be nice to save some time.

After hearing the black-haired youth's question, Snape seemed to have heard some joke, looked at Xia Chuan who was walking behind him absent-mindedly, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a mocking meaning - turned and left.

Well, as expected.

Xia Chuan raised his heel to follow the man's pace, it seemed that he still needed to ask little Malfoy.

……

However, the facts are always unexpected—like Xia Chuan, who was supposed to be waiting for the freshmen in the Slytherin common room, is now sitting in Snape's office accepting that the owner of this room is not so friendly sizing up.

Snape looked at him complicatedly.

Doubt, wariness, tension, fear and a subtle compromise.

The Potions Professor's deep black eyes were tightly locked on the black-haired young man who was calm and calm without any emotional fluctuations in front of him, and his lips were pursed into a slightly white line.

Xia Chuan looked at the deep folds between Snape's eyebrows, and finally his eyes fell on the left forearm that was constantly rubbed by the other party - the elf's keen senses told Xia Chuan that there was a very bad smell in that place.

Something dark, full of malice and the smell of blood.

Although this kind of breath doesn't make the elf who has been around the blood race for a long time feel very uncomfortable, but the sensory feedback will not deceive him.

There was something on Snape's left arm, maybe it was his support, or something that made him scruple.

The two sides looked at each other silently for a long time, and finally Xia Chuan squinted his eyes slightly, seeing that Snape's nervous gaze stabbed him sharply.

"The thing on the left arm..." Xia Chuan looked at the tense Snape, thought for a while, just looked at him, and stopped talking.

Point to end.

Not disclosing more information about yourself can also be exchanged for more or less fear from others.

Xia Chuan held his chin, always feeling that he was becoming more and more perverted.

"Parseltongue..." Snape froze for a while, looked at the expressionless Xia Chuan with blank eyes, and twitched his mouth, "Mr. Jalan Nord, is this your real surname?"

Xia Chuan was stunned.

Parseltongue.

This title seems a bit familiar.Xia Chuan thought for a while—in Snape's eyes, it was an unpredictable contemplation—and finally the young man remembered where he had heard this word before.

Parseltongue seems to be a unique ability of the Slytherin family.

As a Slytherin professor, it seems reasonable that he would be so sensitive to Parseltongue, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Why Snape was so nervous and brought Xia Chuan into his office? This was when they had just arrived in the cellar.

Xia Chuan sighed at the other party's imposing manner and unpopular temper, and was turned away by Snape who returned to the office.

The other party obviously didn't intend to open the door.

The elf looked at the snake sculpture on the door and hissed at him, touched the cold snake head, squinted his eyes and had a verbal exchange with the snake head who knew a lot of things.

—The last time I met a Slytherin offspring was 50 years ago.

When the snake eagle said so, it seemed to classify all those who could speak Parselton as descendants of Slytherin.

In the public perception of the wizarding world, Parseltongue is indeed a blood inheritance unique to the Slytherin family.

Xia Chuan's snake language ability comes from the animal communication skills activated at level 55. Xia Chuan finally got rid of the dilemma of only being able to communicate with low-level intelligent plants.

Elves are invincible in the forest.

The affinity between animals and plants gives elves a strong advantage on any continent—except deserts.Of course, some places in the forest are also very dangerous for elves, and not all animals and plants will be friendly to them.

It is recorded in the elven literature that in the depths of a certain magical forest, there are many warcraft and ancient trees with advanced wisdom. They regard the elves as slaves for food and nutrients.

This document comes from an elf who escaped from the land that the elves named Purgatory Demon Land a long time ago.

Far away, there must be no Purgatory Demon Soil in this dungeon.

And within a minute of talking with the snake eagle, he was forcefully dragged into the office by Snape.

Then, there is the scene of their confrontation.

"Of course, my surname is given by the goddess of nature—it comes from my soul." Xia Chuan put on a posture of a magic stick, expressing his contempt for the inferior race of wizards with his superior and superior eyes.

To sum it up in two words: pretense.

Snape was silent and didn't speak, although judging by the low air pressure he exuded, he was completely unhappy.

Xia Chuan paused, stood up and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his body, approached Snape and lowered his voice.

"I'm here to find someone—a Parseltongue who appeared 50 years ago, he was a student of Slytherin House." Xia Chuan felt the other party's sudden suffocation, squinted his eyes, and continued: "I think, you must know he."

Xia Chuan looked at Snape, who was tense all over, and looked down at him sitting on the chair, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, Snape heard a word that made him quite unbelievable——from the Parseltongue in front of him.

"He is my child."