Chapter 51: I Want to Learn Parseltongue

Chapter 51: I Want to Learn Parseltongue

The trio stepped out of the Great Hall and followed a stone path leading to an open area.

It was after nine in the evening, and the night had fallen completely, casting darkness all around.

"What on earth is going on? Why are you acting so strangely?" Harry shook off the arms of his companions and asked, annoyed.

Ron glanced at him and said, "Harry, you've been exposed."

"What—" Harry suddenly choked, a profound fear gripping his insides. "You mean, about speaking Parseltongue?"

"We heard you talking to that big black snake just now, using a different language," Ron explained.

Ron's words made his heart sink further, and he desperately tried to find reasons for himself. "But I was trying to save Justin's life! If I hadn't told the snake not to attack him—"

"Was that what you meant at that moment?" Ron interrupted.

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

"Mate, your facial expression while speaking, it was kind of eerie... like you were giving it orders, encouraging it to attack continuously," Ron said.

Hermione chimed in with a somewhat sad tone, "Harry, I think... a possible reason is that Parseltongue has an inherently sinister aura. Your voice at that moment was a hoarse hiss, accompanied by a chilling echo, making it sound unsettling."

"Professor Snape mentioned that Salazar Slytherin also used Parseltongue without restraint to control snakes, making them serve him. That's why in the eyes of others, he had the image of a dark wizard," she continued.

Meanwhile, Felix Harp approached Dumbledore later in the evening, and the two engaged in a lengthy conversation.

"Felix... your keen observations surprised me. I will inform the portraits in the castle and the professors to work a bit harder for some time. During the Christmas break, most young wizards will go home, and by then, the castle will be relatively empty. We can conduct a comprehensive search..."

"Dumbledore, have you considered the issue of Parseltongue?"

"Yes, Parseltongue might indeed be the key to unlocking the Chamber of Secrets. But I believe you'll find a way, Felix."

"Of course. However, regarding the Dueling Club..."

Dumbledore neither agreed nor disagreed, saying, "If Professor Lockhart doesn't object, I have no issue with it."

Would Lockhart object? The Dueling Club was already under his purview.

Felix rose with satisfaction, took a few steps, then suddenly halted. "Forgive me for being straightforward, Headmaster Dumbledore, but have you not considered simply telling Harry Potter? He and his friends have been following the Chamber's clues."

Dumbledore fell into silence. "I'm not yet certain, Felix. Harry's Parseltongue ability has reminded me of certain things. I need to be certain..."This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

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That night, Harry tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He gazed through the curtain's gap, watching snowflakes drift past the castle windows, feeling utterly lost.

Once again, he remembered the Sorting Hat's advice.

"I belong in Gryffindor," he emphasized to himself.

Originally, Harry thought that this day would be the second most challenging of his school year (the first being the day Ron received a howler from Mrs. Weasley). But he was mistaken. The next morning, news had spread throughout Hogwarts, and everyone looked at him with odd glances.

At the office's entrance, she knocked, then pushed the door open.

Professor Snape was bent over his desk, looking at a book. A rare sardonic smile graced his face.

This expression was not common, and Hermione quickly glanced at the title of the book: "Armando Dippet: A Master or a Fool?" by Rita Skeeter.

The young witch noticed a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table too, with a photo of Headmaster Dumbledore on the front page and the headline reading, "Dumbledore's Grand Blunder."

Her curiosity piqued, but Professor Snape placed the book on top of the newspaper.

Hermione: "..."

"Good evening, Professor Snape," Harry greeted cautiously.

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

Felix Harp sat on a sofa, facing the three young wizards.

"Professor, did you need something from me?" Harry's heart raced; please, don't bring up Parseltongue, don't mention Parseltongue.

"Potter, you are a Parselmouth."

Harry: "..."

"Professor, I swear, it wasn't me who opened the Chamber. There's another Parselmouth in the castle who is the Heir of Slytherin!" Harry blurted out excitedly, nearly revealing the Polyjuice Potion and the Malfoy incident.

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

"Then why did you summon me—"

Harry was puzzled, but Felix nodded towards the floating glasses of orange juice. Harry took one and took a sip.

Hermione and Ron followed suit, sipping from their glasses.

"I called you here for a simple reason. I want to learn your Parseltongue."

"Splutter!"

"Cough, cough!"

"Cough!"

"Professor, did you just say...?" Harry couldn't believe it. If he could rid himself of the Parseltongue ability, he would pay any price. But now, someone was actively trying to learn it?

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