A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The three walked out of the auditorium and followed a stone path in front of the door to an open space.

After nine o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark.

"What the hell is going on? Why are your attitudes so strange?" Harry asked angrily, breaking free from their arms.

Ron glanced at him. "Harry, you exposed."

"What—" Harry choked suddenly, a great fear gripping his guts, "you mean, Parseltongue thing?"

"We heard you just talking to that big black snake, in another language."

Ron's words made his heart sink, and he tried desperately to find a reason for himself, "But, I'm here to save Justin's life! If I hadn't told the snake not to attack him—"

"Is that what you meant then?" Ron interrupted.

"Of course! You were there too..."

"Man, the look on your face is a little scary... It's like you're giving it an order, encouraging it to keep attacking or something."

Hermione said sadly, "Harry, I think . It's creepy."

"Professor Hepp said that Slytherin is also a dark wizard in the eyes of others because of his reckless use of Parseltongue talent to manipulate snakes and make them serve him."

On the other end, Felix found Dumbledore later, and the two talked for a long time.

"Felix...you amazed me with your acumen. I will inform the castle portraits and professors to work hard for a while, until the Christmas holidays, when most of the little wizards will go home. At that time, the castle will be quite vacant. We A full-scale search can be carried out..."

"Dumbledore, have you considered Parseltongue?"

"Yes, maybe Parseltongue is the key to unlocking the Chamber of Secrets, but I think you'll have a way, Felix?"

"Of course. But, about fighting clubs..."

Dumbledore was noncommittal. "If Professor Lockhart does not object, I have no objection."

Will Lockhart object? The dueling club is already his.

Felix got up satisfied, took a few steps, and suddenly stopped, "With all due respect, Headmaster Dumbledore, haven't you considered telling Harry Potter directly? He and his friends have been tracking down the secret room. clue."

Dumbledore fell silent. "I'm not sure yet, Felix. Harry's Parseltongue reminds me of something that I have to figure out..."

...

That night, Harry tossed and slept, watching the snowflakes drifting across the castle windows through the gaps in the drapes, dazed.

Again he remembered the Sorting Hat's advice to him.

"I belong to Gryffindor," he said to himself emphatically.

Originally Harry thought it was his second hardest day of the school year (the first was the day Ron received Mrs. Weasley's roaring letter), but he found he was wrong, and the next morning, the news spread all over the hall. Gwarts, everyone looked at him strangely.

It seemed that in the next second, he would suddenly open his mouth full of fangs and bite off their heads in one bite.

Harry spent most of the afternoon hiding in the underground abandoned classroom, watching Hermione brew the Polyjuice with Ron.

Harry watched Hermione throw bunches of amphora into the cauldron, and he suddenly remembered something, "Hermione, what did you say yesterday that Professor McGonagall was looking for you?"

Ron looked up and stopped dozing.

Hermione's expression suddenly became vivid, and she announced happily: "My paper is finally published."

Harry almost forgot about it. He was looking forward to it, but after more than three months, the thesis was completely emptied from his mind.

"It's strange that it took so long to publish," Ron said.

"That's because it took me more than two months to revise the paper, not to mention the review time. They sent me a manuscript acceptance letter yesterday, a copy of the Daily Prophet, and a copy of A sample of "Who Will Decide on Ancient Runes" - Transmitted by Professor McGonagall."

The little witch was in a good mood. She stabbed some leeches directly into the bottom of the pot and kept stirring.

"Why two newspapers?" Ron asked in confusion.

"The text of the thesis is in the magazine Who Will Decide on Ancient Runes, but the Daily Prophet also reported it." Hermione said with squinted eyes, she was very satisfied with it.

The "Daily Prophet" and "Who Will Decide the Ancient Rune" were carefully collected by her and prepared to be brought home during the summer vacation.

After surviving Friday, the weekend is finally here.

On Saturday morning, when the trio hid in a corner of the common room, Harry's mood grew more and more irritable, he felt that everyone who passed him would deliberately give him a look, and even his voice would suddenly drop.

But the attitude of the little wizards in Gryffindor can't be considered bad. Harry going out now can have the effect of clearing a corridor, and its deterrent effect is comparable to that of the castle keeper Mr. Filch.

This gentleman has been petrified because his cat has been petrified, so he recently adopted a different strategy than before - hiding in the shadows and waiting for the forbidden little wizard to come to the door himself.

With his familiarity with the castle, he caught three couples in a row who violated the prohibition to hide and date, making the little wizards of Hogwarts fear.

Near noon, Professor McGonagall came to collect the list of classmates who stayed at the school for Christmas, which she did every year in the second week of December.

The three found Malfoy's name on it, and they unanimously chose to stay at school.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Ron bored playing wizard chess, moaning from time to time.

Just when Hermione couldn't help but say something, an owl flew in and landed on her shoulder.

Hermione opened the letter on the owl's lap. It was a note.

"It's a letter from Professor Hepp." She looked up at Harry and Ron, and said in a strange tone, "He invited Harry to join me in his office tonight and said there was something important."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The three walked towards the ancient rune office, and Ron suddenly asked uneasy, "Can I go too? I mean, Professor Hepp is looking for Harry..."

"You've asked for the third time. Professor Hepp mentioned you and said that if you're interested, he's very welcome." Hermione said impatiently.

The three stood at the door, she knocked on the door, and then pushed in.

Professor Hepp was leaning over the table and reading a book, a rare ironic smile on his face.

Such an expression was unusual, and Hermione glanced quickly at the title of the book, Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot? , by Rita Skeeter.

The little witch found a copy of the Daily Prophet beside the table, with a picture of Headmaster Dumbledore on the front page, and the headline was "Dumbledore's Big Mistake".

Her curiosity suddenly piqued, but Professor Hepp pressed the book on top of the newspaper.

Hermione: "..."

"Professor Hepp, good evening." Harry greeted cautiously.

"Come on, the three of you, please take a seat."

Felix sat on a sofa opposite three little wizards.

"Professor, do you have anything to do with me?" Harry was worried, not to mention Parseltongue, not to mention Parseltongue.

"Potter, you're Parseltongue."

Harry: "..."

"Professor, I swear, I never opened the Chamber of Secrets, there's another Parseltongue in the castle, and he's the heir to Slytherin!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, he even nearly blew out the Poly Potion and Mal Blessed thing.

"Calm down," Felix summoned three glasses of orange juice with his wand, "no one said you opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"Then you find me-"

Harry was a little puzzled, but the opposite Professor Hepp gestured to the orange juice floating in front of him, so he took a sip from the glass.

Hermione and Ron also took sips.

"My reason for looking for you is very simple. I want to learn your Parseltongue."

"puff!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"cough!"

"Professor, what did you say?" Harry felt incredible, willing to pay any price to get rid of his Parseltongue talent. But now, someone actually took the initiative to learn Parseltongue?