Chapter 147: Harry's Confusion

Harry's mouth hissed, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold, and even he didn't want to think of Harry back then, no wonder it scared everyone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I was speaking in another language, the sound of a snake? I didn't notice it at all, I didn't feel it, I just said go back and let the snake pull away. Harry's face was horrified.

He couldn't imagine himself standing in the middle of everyone, with a gloomy face and a snake crying, and another snake in control. Such a scene is even more terrifying and eerie than the most evil Slytherin.

"It turns out that this is how the descendants of Slytherin control the basilisk. Harry suddenly understood how the Slytherin heirs controlled the basilisk.

Malfoy summoned the snake again today, his body was as soft and flexible as a snake, and he saw that Harry was also a parseltongue, and the expression on his face was very weird. Hermione also recalled Malfoy's reaction.

"Maybe you're also the great-great-great-great-grandson of Salazar Slytherin or something, and you and Malfoy are probably related. Ron said to Harry with a strange look on his face.

"I wouldn't be a Malfoy relative. Harry immediately rejected the possibility, which was insane.

"It's hard to deny the possibility. Hermione stammered, "Slytherin lived more than a thousand years ago, and the Potters are an ancient pure-blood family, so from all we know so far, you are likely to be a descendant of Slytherin." ”

Harry was speechless, and he had an inexplicable panic.

"You didn't really manipulate the basilisk. Ron asked, a little suspicious.

"It's not funny at all. Harry said with some anger that he was going mad.

Suddenly, he was a parseltongue, a descendant of Slytherin, and possibly even Malfoy's brother. The classmates had begun to believe that it was he who manipulated the basilisk and that he was attacking his classmates in the academy, which was not funny at all.

In the middle of the night, Harry tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, he was very awake and very sensitive. He could still hear Ron's breathing in the dorm room, and he remembered what had just happened.

It was dark all around, there were snowflakes outside the window, and it was cold outside the quilt. A thousand thoughts surged in his heart, and a kind of loneliness arose spontaneously.

Who was he? Harry, Potter, or Slytherin. He didn't know who he was supposed to ask, he didn't know anything about his family. The only thing he was familiar with was the Dursleys who abused him every day. That fat, ugly, murderous Uncle Vernon and his stupid son, Cousin Dudley. And that cold, crazy Aunt Penny.

Hagrid once gave him a photo album with pictures of his father and mother. They were so young, and they were just as energetic as he was. I don't know if they will have the same troubles as Harry, as if they don't have parents and relatives.

"Am I really a Slytherin descendant? Harry thought to himself, a little uncomfortable, "But I'm Gryffindor." ”

But he quickly recalled, "The Sorting Hat was supposed to take me to Slytherin, but I asked to get to Gryffindor. ”

Thinking of this, his heart settled down a little, "At least I can still choose, I am a Gryffindor now, and I will be a Gryffindor in the future." I hate the Dursleys now, and I will hate the Dursleys in the future. I hate Slytherin now, and I can continue to hate Slytherin in the future. It doesn't matter what kind of bastard they are, bastards, what kind of dead relatives they are. ”

Thinking of this, Harry finally fell asleep contentedly, with a relaxed expression on his face.

The next morning, the snowflakes that had drifted in the night had turned into a violent blizzard, mixed with a howling cold wind. All of a sudden, the entire academy became a land of ice and snow.

The last class of herbal medicine of the semester was cancelled because of this, and Professor Sprout was required to dress all her mandrakes in warm clothing, socks and scarves to prevent them from getting sick from the cold.

Herbs can also get sick, which sounds a little awkward. But it's not surprising to think that trees can freeze to death.

Now that the mandrake has become the center of gravity in the academy, it is up to Lady Loris, and Colin Creevey, who have been petrified by the basilisk, to revive it. Professor Sprout didn't dare to leave such an important matter to anyone else, she did everything herself.

Harry sat bored in the Gryffindor lounge, burning the fire, a little irritable. Ron and Hermione were playing a magic game, and they were about to fight.

Ron had a keen interest in playing chess since he was a child, after all, the Weasley family was financially tight, and it was difficult for him to have any toys.

At this time, a few lines were drawn on the ground, a few words were written on paper, and a most rudimentary and inexpensive toy, a magic chess piece was made. This thing, which the rich family does not look down on at all, can make the poor child happy. This was one of the few games in the Weasley family, and Ron was one of the best of them.

He took control of a bishop and threw Hermione's knight off his horse and threw the chessboard, leaving Hermione with few pieces left.

"Damn, I'm far more powerful in calculations than yours. Hermione was a little crazy, she had already lost several times in a row. She knew she shouldn't have played magic chess with Ron, and she regretted it a little.

"Unless your computing power can catch up with George's, you're still naïve to try to beat me by calculating alone, hehe. Ron had an evil grin on his lips, it wasn't easy to beat Hermione in a project.

"I'm out for a walk. Harry felt a little depressed in the common room, and Ron and Hermione were playing together, and he was alone and weird, so he just went out for a walk.

"Stay safe and remember to bring a rooster. Ron and Hermione continued to burn on the chessboard, and without looking back, politely remarked.

"I don't know if the basilisk hibernates. Harry muttered quietly that it was actually quite safe during the day, after all, there would be students and teachers walking around.

Snakes need to hibernate and hopefully the basilisk needs to hibernate too, so that at least everyone can safely wait until the mandrake is ripe.

Harry climbed out of the portrait hole and went outside.

Thick cumulus clouds obscured the gray sky, and large snowflakes fell from the sky. A gust of cold wind made Harry shiver, and even gave him the idea of going back.

"It's coming. He tightened his sleeves to block out the leakage, and trembled as he passed through a classroom where classes were taking place. He heard some yelling coming from inside, it was Professor McGonagall, reprimanding a student. The student's hands were shaking so badly that he turned his friend into a badger.

(To be continued.) )