Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Stay still, Clark, let me do it!"

In front of a group of terrified and dodging young wizards, Lockhart, who wanted to show off, shouted and raised his wand.

He waved his arms at the black snake threateningly, while chanting a spell in his mouth, trying to expel this summoned creature who didn't know where it came from.

"don't want!"

Clark remembered his magic, which always had disastrous results, and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

There was only a loud bang, and not only did the black snake not disappear, but under the magical effect of Lockhart, it swelled up like a balloon in an instant, turning into a giant black python, and jumped up a foot. how high.

Facing Lockhart's actions, it was irritated, stuck out its tongue hissingly, and stood up, as if it was ready to take a bite from Lockhart at any time.

Lockhart was taken aback for a moment. Looking at the giant snake, which was as tall as a man, he backed up again and again, almost falling over.

Fortunately, Clark, who was standing behind him, reached out to help him, so that he would not be too embarrassed.

"Back!" Clark swung his wand, pointed at the giant black snake, and gave it a hard look.

This gaze contained Clark's psychic ability [Shock] and the newly acquired [Charm Monster] ability after reaching level 6.

The mixed casting of the two abilities, on the one hand, reduced the hostility of the black snake towards Clark, and on the other hand, increased the danger of Clark. With the superposition of the two, the black snake turned its head and looked at it. Malfoy driving it.

If the monster summoned by the spell is too powerful and surpasses the summoner too much, it will backfire.

Under the icy gaze of the black snake, Malfoy froze, as if the mouse had been targeted by its natural enemies and forgot to even run away.

When it pounced on Malfoy, Snape also stood in front of his college students, but just as he was about to finish off the black snake, another accident happened.

"Hiss~ hiss~"

Everyone could hear Harry talking to the black snake in a strange hissing voice like a snake, as if performing some ancient and mysterious ritual.

Everyone held their breath and remained motionless. Even the sound of a needle falling could be clearly heard in the silence of the auditorium.

Then, a miracle happened, everyone saw an incredible scene,

The snake instantly collapsed on the floor, as supple as a pile of thick, black hoses, but its eyes were fixed on Harry, as if waiting for his order at any time.

What's going on here?

Harry looked up at Malfoy suspiciously, thinking that Malfoy should at least have an expression of relief, joy or a little gratitude on his face.

However, he only saw envy, jealousy, and overwhelming resentment, "Potter, what the hell are you playing?"

Harry just wanted to explain, but Snape didn't give him a chance. He waved his wand, and the black snake coiled on the ground disappeared into a puff of black smoke.

"Okay, today's duel club's activities are over, I think you should go back to the dormitory and get into your bed."

At the same time, he looked at Harry with a special and meaningful look, "You too, Mr. Potter."

"It's over, everyone go back." Clark took the lead and shouted.

The little wizards around also began to gradually disperse, but Harry was vaguely aware that those people were still whispering ominously, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He obviously saved Malfoy's life.

At this moment, he felt someone tugging at the back of his robe.

"Come on," Ron whispered in his ear, "Come on... let's go..."

At this moment, Clark brought Hermione, Neville and the others over, and walked out of the auditorium with the two of them.

But a group of people came to the door, and a hurried footstep came from behind them. The next moment, the transfer student from Ilvermorny, Bruce Stewart, stood in front of Harry.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Stewart?" Clark asked.

However, Bruce Stewart didn't say a word, just stared at Harry with a strange look.

Different from the fearful or terrified eyes of other little wizards, Harry felt surprise, excitement, intimacy and a bit of hesitation in his eyes. It was like meeting a relative he hadn't seen for many years, but he didn't know what to do. Dare to recognize each other.

"Mr. Stewart?" Clark asked again.

Bruce Stewart came back to his senses, shook his head, turned and left.

"What a strange man." Ron complained.

"Okay, leave him alone."

Clark looked at the back of Bruce disappearing around the corner, combined with the other's last name, he guessed something, but this is not the place to talk.

After only stopping for a while, they blocked the door of the auditorium. There was obviously space around, but when the little wizards saw Harry's presence, they all avoided like snakes and scorpions, not daring to pass by, as if they were afraid of getting offended. something like that.

A few people hurried back to the Gryffindor common room, and there was no one in it, which was very convenient.

"You're a Parseltongue, why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked Harry impatiently as soon as he climbed into the doorway.

"Wait a minute, Ron." Clark thought more, looking at Ginny and Colin, "You two, it's getting late, go back to your dormitory and rest first."

Colin was very obedient, turned around and climbed up the stairs very well.

"Cousin!" Ginny still wanted to struggle, but Clark didn't show her a good face, he just pointed his hand at the girls' dormitory. The little girl snorted angrily, deliberately stepped heavily, and walked up the stairs .

"Okay, now we can talk." Clark found a seat and sat down.

Harry stared blankly at them, "Say what?"

"Parseltongue!" said Ron. "You can talk to snakes!"

"I know," said Harry, "I mean, it's the second time I've done it."

"Doing it for the second time! Have you ever demonstrated this ability in front of others?" Neville looked surprised.

Harry didn't know why he reacted this way, so he explained, "Yeah, I accidentally let a boa constrictor out at the zoo once, and the boa constrictor jumped at my cousin Dudley - which It's a long story, and the boa constrictor told me that it had never been to Brazil..."

"A boa constrictor telling you it hasn't been to Brazil!" Ron's voice sounded erratic, as if frightened by his words.

"What's the matter?" Harry said, "I bet a lot of people here can do that."

The first thing he looked at was Clark.

"I can't do that." Clark shook his head. "Although I can also rely on magic to control animals, you are different. You are really communicating with them and making them obey you."

Neville also said, "Yes, it's not an ordinary skill. It's bad, Harry."

"What's so bad?" Harry was suddenly a little impatient, and he felt angry at the reaction of everyone. "What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told the snake not to attack Malfoy— "

"No one cares about that," Clark interrupted. "And Snape was there at the time, so Malfoy was in no danger."

Ron also said: "Is this what you said to it? Why did you stop that snake? It was Malfoy who was going to bite."

"What do you mean? You were there...you heard me."

Harry felt very puzzled, he always felt that something was wrong. And Ron's next sentence told him the answer.

"I just heard you talking in Parseltongue," said Ron. "It's the language of snakes, and Clark heard them too."

"That's right!" Clark, Hermione, and Neville nodded together.

"So, we don't know what you were talking about, anything is possible.

Even because of the conflict between you and Malfoy, under the circumstances at that time, listening to your voice, it was as if you were egging the snake.

That's creepy unlike any language we've ever heard, you know? "

Harry stared at them all dumbfounded.

"I spoke another language? But I didn't feel it at all at the time, just like speaking normally. How could I speak another language without knowing it?"

"I don't know that." Ron shook his head.

Harry turned his gaze to Clark again, and Clark stroked his chin and pondered for a while, "Maybe it's because Parseltongue is your talent."

"Talent?" Several people looked at him together, wanting to hear his explanation.

"In other words, it's instinct. Snake language is an instinct of yours, just like our fingers will naturally retract when they touch the flame. to use."

Both Ron and Neville looked heavy-hearted when he finished speaking.

Hermione sat on the sofa beside her without saying a word. She took out a book from the pile of books and flipped through it quickly, as if she was looking for something.

The atmosphere in the lounge gradually became solemn, as if someone had died.

Harry didn't see what was so scary about it.

"Well, would you please tell me there's nothing wrong with stopping a big ugly snake from killing Malfoy!"

He suddenly shouted, "If I had known this would happen, I should have kept my mouth shut. Anyway, Malfoy's bad luck has nothing to do with me."

"It matters!" Hermione finally spoke.

She turned the book in her hand to a certain page, put it in front of Harry, and said in a low voice.

"Look here, Salazar Slytherin was famous for being able to talk to snakes, he was the first ever known Parseltongue.

Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake. "

Harry opened his mouth wide and looked at the book in front of him in surprise.

"Exactly, Harry."

Ron continued, "Now, because of your performance in the Dueling Club, the whole school will think you are his great-great-great-grandson or something, especially now that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened, which is not good."

"But I'm not. It's impossible for me to open the secret room. You were all with me those few times."

There was an inexplicable panic in Harry's tone.

"I trust you, Harry!" Neville's voice was steady, which made Harry feel much better.

"We all believe in you, but you will find it difficult to prove it." Hermione said calmly, "Salazar Slytherin lived about a thousand years ago, as far as we know , you are likely to be his descendant."

"This is ridiculous, that's why everyone else avoided me just now."

Harry stood up abruptly, and turned to look at Clark, who had been silent all this time. This was his only hope.

"Clark, you don't think I'm the heir of Slytherin, or opened the Chamber of Secrets, like them? Help me."

Facing Harry's pleading, Clark shook his head. After all, he was the only one who could really say that Harry was wronged.

"Relax, Harry! I'm not too surprised that you can speak Parseltongue.

Although Parseltongue is a very rare talent, it is not unique, and besides Slytherin and his descendants, there are still many wizards who can achieve it. "

"At this point, I want to correct your mistake." Clark looked at Hermione.

"The earliest Parseltongue in the wizarding world should be the despicable Helbo.

He is a black wizard in ancient Greece, and one of the earliest black wizards, but his existence is often accompanied by many dangerous black magic, so there are few books about him today.

And if the scope of Parseltongue is expanded, then in many myths and legends of the Golden Age, there are also characters who can talk to snakes, such as the two legendary human ancestors, Adam and Eve.

Even in the Silver Age, some special classes had the ability to talk to snakes, so it's not surprising. "

Clarke's words reassured Harry a lot.

"Besides, even if there is a descendant of Slytherin in the school, it shouldn't be you, Ron, remember the story of the three Peverell brothers I told you last semester?"

After such a long time, Ron had long forgotten what Clark said, but Harry firmly remembered it, and immediately replied.

"I remember!" Harry immediately reacted when he reminded him, "You once said that our Potter family is the descendant of the third of the three brothers, and the descendant of the second of the three brothers, and Slater Lin's descendants combined and evolved into...evolved into..."

"It has evolved into the Gaunt family among the twenty-eight pure-blood wizard families." Clark helped him to give the answer, "So even if there are really descendants of Slytherin, it should be on the side of the Gaunt family. "

"But there doesn't seem to be any student with the word 'Gaunt' in their name?" Neville asked curiously.

"No, yes," Clark said a name that none of them thought of, "Bruce Stewart!"