Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The entire classroom was blown up.

This class is for Gryffindor and Slytherin students, and when Harry utters the snake tongue, basically all Slytherin students know what it means.

"Parseltongue!"

"Potter is a Parseltongue!"

"It must be him who opened the secret room!"

"No wonder Draco was attacked! He's taking revenge!"

Even on Gryffindor's side, except for people from Muggle families, everyone else looked at Harry differently.

Seamus, who shared the bedroom with Harry, muttered to himself.

"No wonder you wanted to run out of the auditorium that night. It turned out that you really opened the secret room!"

Harry stared blankly at the people who were accusing him. He still didn't understand why he was suddenly accused by thousands of people.

"what are you guys saying?"

Even Ron beside him looked at Harry solemnly, but there was no fear or doubt in his eyes, which made Harry a little more at ease.

"Shut up all!"

Sherlock's indifferent sound instantly silenced the chaotic classroom like a vegetable market.

But there are still Slytherin students who dared to raise their hands.

"Professor, Potter is a Parseltongue! This proves that he was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets!"

Sherlock, who has searched many snake-like magical creatures, naturally knows what Parseltongue stands for.

Almost every Parseltongue is a dark wizard, and Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, is also a Parseltongue, which is also a Slytherin house. One of the reasons that the representative animal is a snake.

And Parseltongue can be passed down along with the family blood. In Hogwarts now, whoever shows the ability of Parseltongue is very likely to be a descendant of Slytherin.

"Slytherin wasn't the only one in the world who spoke Parseltongue, Mr. Nelson." Sherlock said lightly, "If this is the only reason you're going to accuse Potter of a crime, this lawsuit will even hit Wizengar. Mor, the Chief Sorcerer will also acquit Potter."

"But people with Parseltonian accents are indeed the biggest suspects of Slytherin's successor! I think at least Potter should be locked up to make sure!" And Slytherin said perseveringly.

Sherlock's tone had already turned cold.

"Whoever advocates will give evidence. If you have solid evidence, let's not say that Potter is temporarily locked up, and I can bring him to the Ministry of Magic Auror Headquarters now! But just based on the specious evidence of Parseltongue, What would restrict Potter's personal freedom."

"And are you all headmasters at Hogwarts?"

He glanced coldly at the students who wanted to say more.

"After this class is over, I will tell Dumbledore the truth about what happened just now. How he will deal with this matter will naturally have his own choice, and what you have to do now is to give me Sit down and go to class!"

The majesty Sherlock usually accumulated among the students played a role at this time, and no one dared to continue to say more, but they obviously couldn't listen to the rest of the class.

After class, Sherlock was about to carry the cage with the runes, and when he left the classroom, Harry hesitated to find him.

"Thank you for helping me out, Professor."

Sherlock waved his hand indifferently.

"I'm just doing my job."

"Professor, what is Parseltongue?" Harry asked in confusion.

"You can think of it as a natural talent that basically cannot be learned, but people with this talent are generally dark wizards."

Sherlock said calmly.

"But I always thought it was a prejudice.

Parseltongue is just an ability to talk to snakes. It is not black magic. After using it, it can change the user's mentality. Most wizards with Parseltonian talents are dark wizards, presumably due to family problems, and some people's prejudice against it. "

Harry asked in confusion.

"Then what does this have to do with them suspecting that I am a descendant of Slytherin?"

"Because of Salazar Slytherin, he is a Parseltongue. And modern wizards with Parseltongue are generally awakened by the inheritance of their ancestors. Slytherin's secret room was opened by his descendants, and you happened to be at this time. Showing the talent for Parseltongue, what do you think the other students would think?"

Harry understood it now, but he still didn't understand why he was the guy he was talking about just because of a Parseltongue problem.

Sherlock saw his entanglement and sadness, and patted him on the shoulder.

"So many things have happened this semester, the students have been tense and they are just using you as a vent. But the professors are adults, and no one will just because you have the talent of Parseltongue. identify you as a murderer."

Speaking, he rarely showed some sincere feelings in front of the students, and leaned down and said seriously.

"I believe that the secret room has nothing to do with you, Harry, and I also believe that you will prove it to others yourself."

A smile appeared on Harry's lonely face.

"Thank you for your trust, Professor."

"Okay, after all that said, it's time for me to go." Sherlock's face returned to that indifferent expression, "There is still a first-year class to follow, you little brats are really impressive enough. Headache."

He left the classroom with the cage in his hand. The three heads of the runes in the cage were staring at Harry all the time. When Sherlock took them away, the three heads made noises at the same time.

"Goodbye... the wizard's cub..."

Harry suppressed his desire to reply in another language, and waved them goodbye instead.

With only the three of them left, Ron said worriedly again.

"I guess you will have a hard time at school in the future."

Harry crossed his face.

"It's not my fault. How do I know that just talking to the snake will cause such a big trouble."

Ron suddenly looked up and down at him strangely.

"You have time to inquire about your family's genealogy, and maybe it's really possible to have something to do with Slytherin. After all, when you're not talking about sorting, that Sorting Hat actually wants to sort you into Slytherin. Is it?"

Harry glared at him.

"You also suspect that I am the murderer who opened the secret room?"

"I'm not the same as them. There may be more than one Slytherin descendant. There is a bad one, and there is a good one like you."

The two of them chatted for a long time, only to realize that Hermione, who was beside him, never made a sound, and couldn't help looking at her curiously.

"what are you thinking about?"

Hermione said thoughtfully.

"You said, Professor Forrest said that he believed in the secret room and had nothing to do with Harry, did he mean it?"

"Of course!" Harry said with absolute certainty.

Hermione's eyes turned to Harry, sharp suspicion in her eyes.

"Then in reverse, the fact that the secret room was opened must have something to do with you."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Besides, didn't we also do tests before? For some highly probable things, Professor Forrest's crow's mouth is useless."

"That seems to be the case."

"Don't make fun of me anymore. I'm already unlucky enough today. Fortunately, the professor didn't wish me good luck before leaving, otherwise I wouldn't be able to live today."