A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"This is impossible!"

When Hermione relayed Felix's words to Harry and Ron, Harry retorted angrily.

He didn't want to admit that he had a Rat-speaking ancestor!

Harry felt like he was having a terrible first week of school. Driving over England and being locked up, being forcibly touched by Lockhart, crazy encountering photographer Colin, plus heavy Quidditch training...

And he was in lockdown yesterday and had to write back letters to Lockhart fans, one after another, endlessly, for four full hours!

It wasn't the worst, and in Lockhart's office he heard stuttering, "Kill you... rip...death..."

When he told them about it this morning, they looked like he was finally going crazy. And then Hermione volunteered to ask Professor Hepp, and the answer he got made him a little bit broken.

"That's not necessarily true, man, I've heard similar rumors." Ron whispered, and he took out a fat mouse from his pocket, which looked a little sluggish, "You can try, to Scabbers say!"

Ron held Scabbers in both hands and handed it to Harry with anticipation in his eyes.

Harry had to bow his head and look at the mouse, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Banban rolled his eyes and turned away from him.

"Harry, don't speak human words! You just said human words." Ron said.

Harry: "..." Although I know what you mean, can you be more polite.

He tried again a dozen times, but the mouse didn't respond at all, "No way!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, things didn't go in the worst direction.

Hermione looked at the farce just now, and reminded: "Harry, Professor Hep is just an example, there are other possibilities."

Ron had a different opinion, "Apart from mice, what else is in the castle? It can't be bugs, right?"

This kind of conjecture was even more terrifying. Harry shivered, and he quickly used his brain to search his stomach to change the subject.

"Maybe it's a snake!"

"snake?"

Ron and Hermione fell silent for a moment, and they looked at each other with strange expressions.

"You mean, you can talk to snakes?" Ron swallowed.

Harry didn't notice this, and he excitedly shared his experience of visiting the zoo and talking to a snake inside before enrolling.

"A boa constrictor told you it's never been to Brazil?" Ron's voice was weak.

"What's that? I bet a lot of people can do it! That's what Professor Hepp mentioned, that... talent!"

Ron didn't speak, Hermione whispered: "Harry, talking to a snake is a hallmark of Salazar Slytherin. This ability is called Parseltongue, so the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake."

"But I'm not." Harry was a little dazed. But he suddenly remembered that the Sorting Hat had strongly advised him to choose Slytherin when he was first-year sorted, and Harry kept his mouth shut.

"It's okay, mate." Ron patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be relaxed. "Pure-blood wizards often intermarry, maybe you're Slytherin's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson."

Seeing that Harry showed no signs of relaxing at all, he added in a low voice, "Really, if I really want to go into details, most of the pure-blood wizard family can be connected. Malfoy and I are still relatives."

"You and Malfoy?" Harry was shocked.

Ron shrugged. "There are only so many pure-blood wizards. It's normal for them to marry each other. If you want me to say, the real pure-bloods are long gone, and they won't be around now."

Harry finally calmed down.

"Harry, it's best not to tell the outside world about this," Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded, and he wouldn't say that he didn't want to be relatives with Slytherin.

And Hermione brought the topic back on track, "Since you are Parseltongue, the voice you heard that day was probably a snake, maybe it was moving along the crack in the wall."

In the concept of the little witch, a snake is at most the thickness of a wrist.

"But I heard it say death, kill, tear you apart."

"Maybe it was hunting? You know, catching some mice, bugs or something." Ron guessed.

Without evidence, the trio could only give up.

It's not a big deal anyway!

"Hermione, how's your paper going?" Harry asked.

"Oops!"

Hermione shouted and left quickly, leaving the two of them in a daze.

"Has Hermione been reading stupid recently? This is the first time I've seen her in this state." Ron said.

Harry shrugged.

library.

Hermione occupied a large table by herself, full of thick books, and in front of her was a piece of parchment, while she was scrambling to write.

It's less than ten hours before the library closes, maybe it's going to be late tonight.

Come on, Hermione! She cheered for herself.

Up to now, she has only read twelve books with all her might, and she has only read it extensively, so she has just skimmed through it. The content of her memory is not more than 50%. This is very different from her usual habit, and she has not memorized it. .

For the sake of the thesis, she had to reluctantly part with her love and give up her reading habit. However, she has decided that after handing in the thesis, she will review the book list again and memorize all the content.

She flipped the pages of the book with a clatter, and at the same time wrote down the appropriate arguments and arguments with a feather note, with a crazy attitude, not even paying attention to Mrs. Pince passing by her several times.

After staying until the closing time, she finally finished 16 books, took the remaining four, and the thick parchment, yawned and staggered back to the common room.

Tonight she is ready to burn the lights and fight at night.

Pushing open the door of the lounge, the other little wizards have already gone back, and there are two people left.

"Harry, Ron?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Hey, we didn't see you at dinner and thought you shouldn't be there. This is for you." Ron pointed to the table in front of him, where the food was wrapped in parchment and soaked through the outside. layer of parchment paper, oozing a piece of oil.

Hermione covered her mouth, trying not to cry.

Harry smiled and said, "We can't help with papers, that's all we can do. Come on, Hermione, you're the smartest person I've ever known."

Hermione nodded heavily.

The two left, and Hermione opened the parchment, which contained two pies, which she gulps down.

She was alone in the quiet lounge.

The next Monday, Hermione was in a trance all day, almost taking Harry as a transfiguration object while practicing transfiguration.

At noon, she had to go to the infirmary.

There was no class in the second session in the afternoon, and she was going to finish reading the last two books—after staying up overnight, she had already finished her thesis, but she always thought that she must finish reading the books, which might add more to her thesis new content.

But she was so tired that when Harry finished his Quidditch training, he found Hermione asleep in the common room.

"Hermione, Hermione?"

"Harry?" Hermione opened her eyes sleepily, her hair growing tousled and disheveled.

She woke up quickly and let out a scream, "What time is it, Harry, what time is it?"

"Eight thirty, Hermione," replied Fred, who had also just finished training. "I'll never forget Wood, the bastard. On the first weekend of school, we trained until eight o'clock. And the second week began, he was more Too much."

Wood on the side had a black line on his face, "I'm still here!"

Not only him, but the members of the Gryffindor team, all covered in mud and too tired to speak.

Hermione jumped up at once, hurried out, turned back after a few steps, quickly sorted out the parchment on the table, muttered something in her mouth, and after confirming it was correct, she picked up her schoolbag and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's a good girl who is diligent and studious." Player Angelina commented.