As Professor Lockhart raised Alan's hand to announce the results, the cheers of the Ravenclaw wizards echoed through the auditorium.

"We added 50 points! We added 50 points!"

"Allen deserves to be a 'score controller', there is no score that Allen can't get!"

As Professors Snape and Flitwick departed, the young wizards chattered and gestured out of the Great Hall.

"Congratulations, Alan!" two voices rang out at the same time, it was Malfoy and Potter!

The two of them snorted coldly at the same time and looked in other directions when they found themselves saying the same thing at the same time as the person they hated the most.

Alan looked at these two childish guys and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Wonderful, that's amazing! Alan, you have my demeanor, and I'm sure you'll become a star wizard in the wizarding world in the future, just like me!"

With an exaggerated smile, Lockhart wanted to drag Alan to his side so that he could take a group photo.

But Alan wasn't Harry, he was rock solid, unmoved by Lockhart's tug. Lockhart didn't pull Alan, but almost threw himself on his heels.

Alan looked at Lockhart innocently. Lockhart lifted his hat and stood next to Allen, showing off his classic smile that showed all his white teeth.

Alan followed his gaze and understood why Lockhart was doing this—Colin Creevey was holding up his camera and slamming at Lockhart, Harry, and Allen.

Alan felt that if Gryffindor hadn't had Harry, the savior who had defeated the mysterious man, Lockhart's most beloved student would have been Colin Creevey.

Professor Lockhart and Colin Creevey, one with a passion for appearing under any lens, and the other with a strong love of photography. The two of them get together, it's like a teapot with a tea lid, and it goes very well!

Lockhart somewhere found out where to find one of his new books, "I Can Magic", then pulled out an ornate quill from his magic robe and signed his name on the cover of the book.

Seeing Allen's surprised eyes, he tilted his head and smiled, blinked his eyes, and forcibly sold cuteness, "You know, a famous person like me must carry a quill at all times, because it is very likely that you will need an autograph anytime and anywhere!"

Alan, Harry, and Malfoy were stunned, but Lockhart clearly understood their expressions as envy.

"Come on, don't learn from me now, I think it's a little early for you to carry a quill at all times, and when you grow up, you will have time. yes, yes, I know what you're thinking!' he said it lightly, he's already an internationally renowned wizard anyway!"

Lockhart handed the signed book to Allen, and smiled at him, "Congratulations, Alan! I know, it's not quite as glamorous as winning the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row, but it's a start, Alan, it's a start." ”

He winked kindly at Alan and the others again, and walked away with square steps. Leaving Allen and the three of them looking at each other.

Alan felt that Lockhart had once again refreshed his level of shamelessness. Alan looked down at the book in his hand, and Lockhart on the cover was smiling at him with big white teeth.

He really wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, "I've never seen such a brazen person!" Alan turned the book over and stuffed it to Penelope, who came to congratulate him.

"Huh, this is ......" Penelope was just about to congratulate Allen when a book was stuffed in his hand.

She flipped through it, looked at the bells and whistles on the title page with disgust, and closed the book.

"Thank you, Alan. I don't admire Professor Lockhart, but it's your trophy and has a special meaning, and I'll keep it. ”

Penelope took the book in his arms and turned away, just in time to collide with George and Percy as they walked by. Penelope snorted coldly and walked past his defeated man with a puff of heart.

George watched inexplicably as she squirmed and walked away.

Percy couldn't help but cover his chest, although Professor Flitwick had helped him lift the spell, he still felt a dull pain in his chest after not knowing how many times he had been hit by Penelope's spell.

Percy's heart was beating violently, completely uncontrollable. Percy thought he would be better off looking for Madam Pomfrey in a moment, because he must have been hit by the spell too many times, leaving a trail of after-effects.

While Percy was in a daze, Alan and George were watching Malfoy and Harry arguing.

These two groups are like natural rivals, and they don't like each other. And today, Malfoy looked at Harry with a particularly unpleasant look.

"Don't think you're a parseltongue, you're the heir of Slytherin. Our Slytherin heir will definitely not be a crude and reckless Gryffindor. We'll see!" Malfoy, angered with jealousy, left the Great Hall with Goyle and Crabbe.

But apparently Harry didn't understand what he meant, "What am I?" Harry asked.

"Parseltongue, Harry. You can talk to snakes. Alan kindly explained to Harry.

"What does this have to do with Slytherin? Talking to snakes, many people should be able to do that. Harry said.

"They can't, because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous skill. So, the symbol of the Slytherin school is a snake. Hermione was on the side, lowering her voice and rushing to speak.

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Exactly," Ron said, "now, the whole school thinks you're his great-great-great-great-great-grandchild or something......

"But I'm not. Harry said. He had a panic that he couldn't explain.

"You'll find it hard to prove," Hermione said, "that he lived about a thousand years ago, and from all that we know, you're probably his heir." ”

Harry's eyes were helpless and dazed.

"Actually, Harry, there's nothing wrong with having one more skill, is it? like a sword, sharp but in the hands of man. Whether it is good or bad depends on whose hands it holds, the evil uses it to kill, and the good uses it to save others. Alan said.

Alan patted Harry on the shoulder, "Parseltongue is Salazar Slytherin's famous skill, but that doesn't mean you're his heir. It's not just Salazar Slytherin who can speak Parseltongue, maybe your ancestors also had wizards who could speak Parseltongue!"

Harry looked much better, yes, he knew he wasn't the one who unleashed the monsters in the secret room. He had never been to the so-called Chamber of Secrets.

"I once released a python that was trapped in a zoo. Also, today, I'm telling the snake not to attack Justin—"Harry struggled to prove that he wasn't evil, but good.