Chapter 293: The Birth of the Parseltongue
In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight shined through the window and sprinkled onto the tabletop, Dismask, who was motionless like a statue, finally moved. He picked up the cigar on the table, turned on the lighter, and lit one gently.
Since last night's night talk with Albus, Dismask has gained a lot, for Tom Riddle, he returned to his office and arranged for someone to do an investigation, maybe soon, after receiving the news, maybe you will be able to know the purpose of Dumbledore's words, no one will help you for no reason, unless he has another purpose.
Just as Dismask was standing in front of the window and pondering alone, there was a knock on the door of the house, and the man turned around and said in a deep voice, "Please come in." ”
The door opened, revealing a plain robe, it was Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House, who smiled strangely and whispered, "Professor Lockhart, the doorman received your letter today. ”
"It's enough to let someone notify me, and I'm even bothering Professor McGonagall to send it herself. Dismask replied with a smile.
"No, Professor Lockhart, you misunderstood. McGonagall, who usually had a serious face, showed a strange smile when she didn't want to, and she replied comfortably, "It's that your letter is too heavy, I'm going upstairs to substitute for a class, and by the way, I'd better call a few more students when you get the letter." ”
After saying that, he closed the door and left, leaving Dismask, who frowned, and he thought about it for a while, it should not be the news from the black party at this moment, so there is only one possibility left, it is the original Lockhart's letter.
Dis Musk thought about it, there is no class today, and there is no news of Tom Riddle, I originally wanted to search for news through red after coming back, but I didn't expect that the signal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was too poor, and it couldn't be connected to the cloud at all, and the local database was not so big, so it wouldn't include an unknown character at all, well, for a man who can stand on the zodiac, the wizarding world is just a fragment of life, he put on a hood, put on a bow tie, and went out to get a letter.
As soon as Dismusk walked to the playground, he met the wizarding trio Harry, Hermione and Ron, their condition seemed to be very wrong, Harry and Hermione seemed to be supporting Ron, and hurried to the edge of the playground, just in time to meet Dismusk who had just gone out.
"Hey, what's wrong with the boys?" Reminding McGonagall's wicked smile, remembering the large number of letters from the janitor's office, and looking at the labor force in front of him, Dismusk stopped and asked.
"Hmm, Professor Lockhart!" Harry said in surprise.
"I ...... We ......" little Hermione, who had always been communicative and sharp-toothed, suddenly looked at Dismusk with an aggrieved expression as if she couldn't speak.
And Ron, who was supported by the two, had a mouth that was a fish, and then a fish.
Dismask looked at the fish that was still fluttering on the ground, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation in his heart, the wizarding world is really magical, and the system of magical knowledge in his mind is slowly recovering, but in the original mythological era, the Arthurian period of the British Isles, the magic of that era was mainly based on the black magic attack and defense system as the mainstream, but there was no such amazing and detailed magic as now.
Dismask was amazed, but his movements were not slow, he stretched out his right hand and combined the elements in the air and soil, gathered into a wooden bucket in a moment, and handed it to Ron, who spit fish, in the surprised eyes of the three people in front of him.
Hermione looked at Dismask's eyes crooked and turned into little stars. The meaning of worship is overflowing.
In this way, the four of them went to the doorman's place together, got the heavy letter that was more than one person high, and brought it back to the office. Harry was helping to write a reply, Ron leaned against the door and spit out the fish, while Hermione sat with Dees Musk, Dees asked Ron why he spit the fish, but Hermione spit out bitterness with a look of grievance.
"Malfoy calls me Mudblood. Hermione frowned, a stream of heat lingering in her eyes.
Although Dis Musk didn't know what it meant, looking at Hermione's expression, he knew that it was not good even if he thought about it with his toes, so he immediately picked up the cup and poured a cup of steaming milk tea and handed it over.
Hermione thanked her and took it with both hands, like a little man adrift in the cold wind clinging to the stove, looking really pitiful.
"What do you mean by mudbloods?" Harry asked the man in the room. But it was clear that he was asking Professor Lockhart.
Dismask was a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to open his mouth to say something, but secretly he contacted the red queen to pass on the message, and after a moment's hesitation, Hermione on the side seemed to understand Professor Lockhart's empathy, and it was difficult to answer this question, and she didn't want to be humiliated again, but she explained softly and choked up, "It means dirty blood, mudblood is a contempt for Muggle-born children, and parents don't know magic...... Take me, for example. ”
She paused, then added, "A cultured person doesn't say that. ”
After listening to it for a long time, Dismusk didn't hear the reason why Ron spit out the fish, but some stories are not difficult to guess, eighty percent of Malfoy insulted Hermione, and then Ron came out for it, and it turned out like this, watching Hermione's sad tears roll in his eyes, Dismusk finally reached out and brushed the girl's hair to show comfort.
He whispered, "No one is born a wizard, and no one is born magical." The blood unity said, a bunch of nonsense, can only be said to be a manifestation of incompetence, I remember teaching you spells in defense class, it seems that only you learned it at that time, the so-called bloodline seems to have crawled under the table. ”
Harry laughed on the side, and Ron, who was holding the barrel, finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's so cool, I finally don't throw up." ”
Hermione was also amused by Ron's expression, and it seemed that she had moved on from the sad mood she had just had.
"Listen, little wizards, honor belongs to the past, and the future belongs to the present. Dismask took on the role of professor of magic in real time, concluded. Then he nodded Hermione's little head and continued, "You're the most magically gifted person I've ever met. ”
Since Alice Phil left, Dismask has never said so many emotional words, he wanted to say, but his daughter Illya regarded him as an enemy, I don't know what the reason was, I insisted that he abandoned his mother, he betrayed the family, as soon as he thought of this, Dismusk couldn't help but get angry, and he didn't know if it was the rumor made by that bastard.
As Hermione's mood turned, Ron stopped spitting fish, and the four of them chatted about other topics, until Harry suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"
"What?" said Ron, puzzled.
"There's a voice!" Harry affirmed.
Hermione frowned and said, "Although this is a magic school, it's not a good sign to hear voices that others can't hear for no reason. ”
After speaking, I didn't forget to look at Dismask, hoping to get some advice from the teacher.
Dismask did not speak, but listened intently, and there was indeed a vibration similar to ultrasound in the air, the sound waves exceeded the frequency of normal syllables, not like bats, nor heat induction, but like the timbre fluctuations made by snakes. He knew there was a story to begin.
Dismask said quietly, "What should come will always come, maybe it is also the choice of history, you are lucky, Harry." ”
Harry Potter "............"