The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry returned to his dormitory in a daze, accompanied by Ron, and then fell headlong on the bed.

He watched the flakes of snow drift past the castle windows through the chinks in the drapery around the bed, feeling bewildered.Ron next to him was busy prevaricating the roommates who came to care about him.

He lay down until the lights went out, until the moon climbed over the treetops along the window sill.But he still couldn't sleep.

Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?After all, he knew nothing about his father's family.The Dursleys always forbade him to ask about his magical relatives.Harry quietly tried to speak in Parseltongue, but couldn't get it out.It seemed that he could only do this when he came face to face with a snake.

"But I belong to Gryffindor," thought Harry, "if I had been of Slytherin blood, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me here..."

"Haha," said a nasty little voice in his head, "but the Sorting Hat was going to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?"

Harry rolled over amidst Simon's deafening snoring, and thumped his own pillow several times.

.........

On the second day, Draco and Daniel, who had just finished their meal, bumped into the ghostly Harry at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Look more eyes! Bo..." Draco was about to fall when he was hit by Harry, he took two steps back, was helped upright by Daniel, covered the sore spot on his head and opened his mouth. To be angry, but to be taken aback by Harry when he looked up.

"……special?"

Harry acted as if he didn't hear it, and didn't even give them a look. He just drifted into the dining room silently, leaving only Draco with a confused face.

"??? What's wrong with him???" Draco had a look of disbelief: "Did he go to steal the moon in the middle of the night? The dark circles are almost, almost... so slovenly!" The exquisite little handsome Draco Ke expressed that he was very star-studded.

"Perhaps, he is troubled by his language talent." Daniel said after thinking for a long time.

When the two passed through the hall, they found many people gathered around the bulletin board in front of the hall, discussing something enthusiastically.

"Come on! Draco!" Gore, relying on his stature, saw the two monkeys watching monkeys in the outer civilization at a glance, and immediately waved his hands excitedly: "They want to open a dueling club!"

Draco immediately approached with interest: "Duel club? They don't really think that they need to follow dueling etiquette when fighting monsters, do they?"

First party tonight.I have no objection to learning some dueling lessons, which may come in handy one day..." Goyle scratched his head honestly, and then slapped Crabbe who looked loveless.

"Crabbe likes it too! Let's go together, can you go and have a look?"

Daniel looked at Crabbe's expression and fell into deep thought.

Am I misunderstanding something about the word like?

In short, whether everyone likes it or not, everyone finally went to the auditorium at [-] o'clock in the evening.

The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, lit by hundreds of candles floating overhead.The ceiling was once again as black as velvet, and almost all the students from the school came, crowded together, each holding his own wand, and his face was full of excitement.

"I don't know who will teach us." Daniel squeezed sideways into the chattering crowd, and even heard Hermione's voice in the crowd, "someone told me that Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young, maybe He is the one who will teach us."

"Oh, I really can't see it." Ron tried his best to hide his broken wand, trying to keep the unicorn hair from drooping outside all the time, while replying to Hermione: "Maybe this is why people can't look like they are? You Are you right, Harry?" He slapped Harry next to him with his elbow to bring him back to his senses.

"Whoever it is," Harry said slowly, "as long as it's not Jed..." Before he finished speaking, he turned into a groan.Moaning, I saw Gilderoy Lockhart walking onto the stage, radiant in a fuchsia robe, and the person beside him was none other than Snape, still wearing his usual black clothes.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to have the talent of a prophet. I suggest you take astrology in the future." Ron didn't care who was teaching, he jumped up and down excitedly: "Why is Snape here? Could it be that he is here?" Were you beaten?" He waved his fists with both hands.

"Ha! The Weasley kid is finally stupid?" A silver-green figure stood beside him, hugged his shoulders, and turned his head. It was Draco's pale cheek with his The iconic smile full of sarcasm. "Even if your toilet is flying, Lockhart is no match for Professor Snape."

He blew upwards slowly, expressing his disdain: "Oh, by the way, remember to call Snape 'Professor', impolite fellow."

Ron was about to jump up immediately, and then, together with Draco, was held down by Daniel who came behind him.

"Is there a kid who wants to fight?" Daniel smiled, but Ron and Draco couldn't help shaking.

"No, no." Ron stammered a little guilty: "I just saw that the professor was too excited."

"I didn't like him." Draco turned his head, said something arrogantly, and quietly tensed his body.

Daniel squinted his eyes and looked at the two people. It was not until fine beads of sweat appeared on the heads of the two of them because of nervousness that he dragged out his voice and said, "--Is it? It's fine if you don't fight."

He let go of their shoulders and focused on listening to the professor's speech.

Pretending not to see Ron and Draco baring their teeth and claws silently behind him.

At this moment, Lockhart waved for everyone to be quiet, and then shouted: "Come around, come around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Great! Yes, Professor Dumbledore allowed I run this little dueling club, and train you well in case you ever need to defend yourself, in the same way that I have used countless times—see my published work for details on this."

Then he paused, and added: "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Lockhart said, grinning widely:

"He told me he knew a thing or two about dueling himself, and he graciously agreed to help me with a little demonstration before class. I said, I don't want you little fellows to worry-- When I'm done demonstrating with him, I'll return your Potions teacher to you intact, don't be afraid!"

Draco snorted heavily, coupled with his expression, there was somewhat of Professor Snape's charm.

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I wrote a paper of 6900 today, and it took about five hours to write it... My whole body was hollowed out... My back hurts 555 plus update. I wrote 9k words today, and I have a paper to write tomorrow (响) The end of the semester is too annoying La!