Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Starting from the next day, Tver officially entered the Christmas holiday a few days ahead of others.

But he wanted to stay in school for a few more days.

Especially early in the morning, three little wizards came to the door.

“Professor, can we talk to you?” Hermione said cautiously after knocking on the door three times.

“Crunch——”

The office door opened in response, revealing Tver who was packing parchment inside.

Seeing the professor’s smile, the three Harrys sneaked in like thieves.

Twil waved his wand, transfiguring two additional chairs, and waited until they sat down solemnly before he spoke.

“What brings you here so early?”

The three of them, Harry, looked at each other hesitantly, and finally Hermione mustered up the courage to look at Turville.

“Professor, Harry is a Parseltongue!”

She told what happened in the auditorium after Tver left last night.

But to their expectation, Tver just nodded calmly, not surprised by the news at all, and even leisurely directed the teapot to pour pumpkin juice for them.

“You…are you not surprised?” Harry asked softly.

“What a surprise.”

He said so, but Tver’s expression was not convincing at all.

But Harry’s heart relaxed inexplicably.

Compared to Hermione and Ron’s concern, he felt that this indifference made him more at ease.

He was at a loss all night, and now seeing the professor’s calm and calm look, he seemed to have courage even before he said a few words.

Hermione and Ron didn’t know Harry’s mood, and thought that Tweel didn’t know the connection between Parseltongue and Salazar Slytherin, and their faces couldn’t help but look anxious.

“Professor,” Hermione raised her voice a little, “Salazar Slytherin also knows Parseltongue, and Harry is probably his descendant or something.”

“Then do you think Harry opened the Chamber of Secrets?” Tver asked in turn.

“Uh…” Hermione and Ron were stunned.

“We stay together every day. It’s impossible for Harry to avoid us and open the Chamber of Secrets.”

“Since you think Harry is not the heir, what does it matter if he is a Parseltongue or not?” Tver shrugged.

“And do you still remember what I said? Pure-blood families are always related. Ron and I’s ancestors may be related to the Slytherin family. That means we are all his heirs?”

The professor asked again and again, instantly confusing Hermione and Ron.

Harry became happier and happier as he listened, wishing that the professor could talk more.

He happily picked up the cup floating in front of him and took a sip. The rare warm pumpkin juice warmed his whole body.

“But Parseltongue sounds so evil. Just hearing it once made me have nightmares last night.” Ron’s body trembled, and holding a warm cup made him feel more comfortable.

“Remember what I said, knowing black magic does not mean you are a dark wizard, not to mention that Parseltongue is just a language, Ron.” Tver chuckled, “This is a talent in language. I say Harry would be very popular if he went to school at Durmstrang.”

“As far as I know, Dumbledore can speak mermaid and goblin language, and can even understand Parseltongue (this is the official setting, not something I made up).”

“Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that Parseltongue is related to talent, I would ask you for advice and learn this language.”

Of course, because Parseltongue was of little use, he was not very interested in learning.

Harry felt completely at ease now, and even felt a little proud inside.

This is an ability that neither professors nor principals can achieve!

“Thank you, Professor.”

Feeling relieved, this time it was Harry who took Hermione and Ron out of the office.

“Although I like Professor Welfare very much, it still feels weird to be popular in Durmstrang.” Ron scratched his head in amusement.

“But it doesn’t feel bad, does it?” Harry grinned.

Hermione smiled brightly too.

“However,” Harry tightened his expression and looked around cautiously, “Do you still remember that inaudible voice?”

Ron immediately recalled that night, when he and Malfoy were so frightened that they ran around in panic.

“You mean the one you heard several times before?”

Hermione looked at Harry with bright eyes.

“I understand,” her excited voice could not be suppressed, “it’s a snake!”

“Only Harry can hear the sound of snakes. On Halloween, he heard sounds that we can’t hear. That means the monster in the secret room is a snake, a snake that can turn people into stone!”

“That’s right!” Harry felt refreshed and confident.

My mind has never been so active.

“And we can’t see any trace of the snake. Whether it’s invisible, too small, or even able to swim in the walls, it means that the snake has been hiding in the castle and comes out from time to time to find its target!”

“Similarly, there must be a person who can speak Parseltongue hidden in the castle. He is the heir to the secret room we are looking for!”

Ron suddenly understood.

“It must be Malfoy. He is also from a pure-blood family. He is extremely pure. He may have more Slytherin blood!”

The three of them discussed happily while walking back to the lounge, preparing to pick up their textbooks and go to the Transfiguration class later.

They turned into another corridor.

The light here was extremely dim, a piece of window glass was loose, and a biting wind blew in, making a whistling sound.

“The polyjuice potion is almost ready. I guess it’s Christmas Eve – why are you pulling me?” Hermione looked at Ron displeased.

Ron didn’t answer, but pointed to the center of the corridor with a look of horror on his face.

The environment was dim, and Hermione squinted and could only see a dark object lying on the ground.

There is also a strange black thing standing in the sky. It looks light but seems to have weight, and there is black smoke surrounding it.

“What are those?”

“It’s Justin and Nearly Headless Nick…” Harry replied, trembling slightly.

Hermione took a deep breath and finally saw clearly the appearance of the fallen person in front of her.

Justin Finch-Fletchley lay on the floor, stiff as stone, a look of horror fixed on his face, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Nearly headless Nick also had the same expression, his mouth wide open in shock.

“So, there was another attack, and even the ghost was petrified…”

“Do you think Professor Welfare is still willing to believe that we are innocent and comfort us again?” Ron swallowed and said unconfidently.