The Son of Light of the Snake House

The next morning, the snow that had been falling since the night turned into a violent blizzard that nearly blocked the gates of Hogwarts castle.Daniel nestled beside the warm fireplace like a cat, and took a deep breath.

This is where people should be!

The last herbal class of the semester was canceled due to heavy snow outside the window.To be honest, Daniel was still a little bit reluctant. After all, Professor Sprout's class is rare to learn useful knowledge--fishing in troubled waters is also very simple.

It's just that Professor Sprout is busy putting socks and scarves on the Mandrake. This is a job that needs to be treated very carefully at the moment, and she doesn't feel relieved to let others do it.Now, the most important thing is to let the mandrake grow quickly and save the lives of Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey.

Draco was sitting next to Daniel, flipping through a book.

"Parseltongue is a standard equipment for dark wizards." He said, and then he laughed shortly as if thinking of something happy: "Poor Potter, no matter where he got the Parseltongue, the Chamber of Secrets It’s sure to have nothing to do with him.”

"But seriously, Daniel, have you really never thought about how he escaped death when he was attacked by a mysterious man? I mean, when that happened, Potter was still a baby .He should be blown to pieces. Only a truly powerful dark wizard can escape a spell like that." Draco's voice dropped a little, almost to a whisper, and then the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth, so Said: "Is it because of this that the mysterious person wants to kill him first, and he doesn't want another 'devil' to compete with him. I don't know, maybe Potter has some other spells to hide from everyone? "

"Really?" Daniel was a little curious, but the focus was completely off the mark: "Since Parseltongue is a language, why doesn't anyone learn it?"

"Uh... Slytherin himself can speak Parseltongue, but others can't. I think this is probably a blood inheritance?"

"How do you distinguish between nature and acquired learning?" Daniel tried to get to the bottom of it. "If a man imitated the hiss of a snake in front of you, would you consider him a Parseltongue?"

Before Draco could answer, Daniel was already interested. He straightened up from the soft sofa and made a hissing sound, even with a tone of voice.

Draco: ...

"In short, from the past, only Slytherin and his descendants can speak Parseltongue! Outsiders will not learn this language!" Draco stopped him decisively seeing that Daniel was still eager to try. .

"Oh." Daniel was a little disappointed.

After a pause, Draco asked him hesitantly, "Why did you suddenly want to learn Parseltongue?"

"What are you talking about, isn't it thinking that learning another foreign language will be more useful?" Daniel spread the notebook on his lap, and continued: "According to what you said, Parseltongue seems to have a certain sensitivity to snakes. Command function, isn't this very useful?"

"Oh, yes, there is another reason." Daniel tapped the palm of his left hand lightly with his right hand.Draco looked over curiously.

"Another reason is that this little snake is quite cute. It would be even better if I could communicate with Jasmine like I did." Daniel turned around and took out a silver-white snake from his backpack. The one that Laco summoned.

"I named it Coco!" Daniel lifted its tail and shook it with great interest. After seeing its body gradually twisting and gently wrapping around his arm, he added distressedly: " It's just that it looks like it's not in the right mind... Will Madam Pomfrey treat animals with disabilities?"

Draco stared blankly at the long and twisted silver-white creature, lost his voice for a while, didn't know where to start, and finally could only say: "Why is it called Coco?"

Daniel was happily shaking the snake off, swinging it like a rope, and then he replied, "Don't you think it's the color of milk foam on hot cocoa?"

...............

Hagrid wore a snow-stained wool helmet that hid his face, but it was unlikely that anyone else could fill the hallway almost completely with a moleskin-jacketed body. .In one of his large gloved hands he carried a dead rooster.

"Hello, Hagrid," said Harry, looking up at him.

"Well Harry," he said, pulling his helmet cap up to speak, "why didn't you have class?"

"Cancelled." Harry said, restraining his desire to find Daniel, and instead asked Hagrid, "What are you doing here?"

Hagrid lifted the limp cock. "It's the second one that's been killed this term," he explained. "It's either a fox or a blood-sucking ogre. I need permission from the headmaster to cast a spell around the chicken coop."

"Oh... ok. You go... I'll go - get the Transfiguration book." Harry stammered and walked away.

He wanted to know a little more about Parseltongue, at least let him know a little more, but in fact, when he contacted Daniel, he was also asking for information from Draco in disguise.

Thinking about it, Harry stepped up two steps at a time, and sighed: Although he was asking Daniel, it's still strange that Malfoy was involved...

Harry stomped up the stairs and turned down another corridor.It was very dimly lit here, and a pane of the window was loose, and a gust of bitter wind blew in and extinguished the torches.He was halfway there when he tripped over something lying on the floor.

He turned his face and squinted his eyes to see what tripped him up. Suddenly, he seemed to feel his stomach curled up tightly, and his heart was beating constantly.

Justin Fenriely lay on the floor, cold and stiff, with a look of horror frozen on his face, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.And that's not all, beside him lay a Nearly Headless Nick, no longer milky white and transparent, but black and smoky, lying flat and motionless, suspended six inches above the ground .Half of his head was missing, and he had the same terrified expression on his face as Justin.

Harry had never seen such a bizarre sight.

Harry stood up quickly, breathing fast, his heart pounding like a snare drum in his chest.He looked around in the empty corridor in a daze, and saw a group of spiders fleeing in a hurry.He couldn't hear other sounds, only the faint voice of the teacher from the classroom at the other end of the corridor.

The author has something to say:

Keke, the little snake who was thrown away: Ah, the handsome guy touched me!Wait... handsome guy, what are you doing? ?Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... so this is the dizziness of love--(paralyzed)

The recent exam week review is dizzy... I will try my best to keep updating, and it will only be five or six days... If I don't write, it will be enough to save the manuscript, but it will be a big problem after that.