Not only was Joel able to recognize Malfoy's inflectional spell, but the five professors present and some of the students who were proficient in the summoning spell had discovered the loophole.

However, the authorities were confused, and a panicked Harry looked at the snakes surrounding him from all directions, and his mouth involuntarily sizzled, as if the snakes were spitting letters.

Students in the audience whispered.

"What's that sound?"

"Could he be...... Parseltongue cavity, right? ”

"Isn't it only Slytherin bloodlines that can be parseltongues?" I don't know who said this in the crowd, and for a moment panic spread among the hundreds of students in the auditorium.

From Harry's point of view, he was just yelling at the snakes, "Get away from me!" ”

At first he didn't notice the change in his voice, and the snakes flinched back when they heard his words, and their tall heads withered.

Harry, who breathed a sigh of relief, noticed the reaction of everyone in the audience and met Snape's thoughtful gaze.

"What's the situation?" Malfoy panicked, and Professor Snape just asked him to cast a spell that summoned snakes in an attempt to scare Harry's ass out of the way, but he didn't say that Potter Kid could Parseltongue.

Professor Lockhart couldn't look at it, and hurriedly went up to the stage and waved his wand, and the transformed snakes turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

"The game was a draw, and the two third-year students took the stage as soon as possible." Professor Lockhart glanced at Harry, and with an idea, he quickly hid the twinkle in his eyes.

Harry was pulled out of the ring by Ron and Hermione, and looking at the suspicious gazes of his classmates around him, he felt a sense of panic in his heart that was difficult to explain.

"Haylis, I'm a little uncomfortable and want to go back to the dormitory first," Joel said to his girlfriend with a frown as he watched the Iron Triangle disappear into the vast crowd in the auditorium, "Do you want to come along?" ”

Haylis nodded obediently at his preoccupied look, and glanced slightly to see Beatrice, she pursed her lips, reached out to take Joel's arm, and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

Beatrice looked at the intersecting arms of the Hufflepuff team, and her nose was crooked.

Joel said goodbye to Haylis in the common room, returned to the empty dormitory, pulled out a blank piece of parchment from a drawer, and wrote down what he knew and what he had inferred.

The diary is most likely in the hands of Gilderoy Lockhart and Draco Malfoy, and Joel was not unsuspicious of Snape at first, but with his personality, if he received the Riddle Diary from Lucius, he would definitely pass it on to Dumbledore.

And Snape deliberately instructed Malfoy to use a spell to force Harry to use a parseltongue tonight, what is the purpose?

Joel writes and draws on parchment, and Snape must know that the Parseltongue is the most important characteristic of the Slytherin heir, and Harry will be suspicious of the students if he uses the Parseltongue in full view......

I see!

Joel had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and Snape shifted the suspect to Harry, and as long as he was the heir of Slytherin, the real mastermind could rest assured and attack the other students in Hogwarts with impunity.

The mastermind behind the scenes also wants Harry to attract public opinion, so naturally he has to cooperate with this performance, and the location of the attack he chooses will naturally be the place where Harry must pass.

When the time comes, as long as you keep an eye on Harry, you can find out who is behind it.

What a wonderful game of chess played by Snape!

The basilisk in the secret room, Joel, must be eliminated, this guy is almost indiscriminately attacking, if he targets himself and his companions, the consequences are unimaginable.

Don't look at the basilisk in the original book, he only killed one person in total - myrtle, but this all depends on the luck of those people in the original book, who didn't look directly into the basilisk eyes.

Joel doesn't want to gamble on his luck, and he's notoriously unlucky.

Now that it's out to blame, don't blame Joel for sending it to Merlin and Slytherin.

Joel glanced at the lines and names on the parchment, hesitated, and used his wand to burn the parchment into black ashes, which were the safest in his brain.

The Halloween dinner has passed in a blink of an eye, and the students at Hogwarts are not very interested in this year's dinner, and they are more worried about the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets than the delicious food.

But now there was only one victim, Lady Loris, and it was impossible for Dumbledore to suspend school without casualties.

Harry, as the target of public criticism, is even more uncomfortable, now the students of the other three houses believe that he is the heir of Slytherin, and the good deeds of Ravenclaw House have analyzed the whole process of the first attack, and argued from various angles how Harry avoided the eyes of his classmates and professors.

After next week's Ancient Magic class, Professor Babling handed Joel the ancient book and a notebook.

"I've translated all the H?lsinge Runes text on this book, and if nothing else, this book was made 1200-1300 years ago," she said, holding her glasses, and said in a cold voice, "This note is a copy, and it will last about a week, so you'd better read it quickly, or copy another copy, I don't have that much time to spare." ”

Joel took the note and flipped through a few pages, and found that Professor Babling's translation was extremely meticulous, and he also deliberately explained the use of this runi script.

Holding a thick notebook of dozens of pages, Joel was a little moved.

"Professor, how is your research on H?lsinge Runes progressing?" He asked.

Professor Babling glanced at him, opened the water glass and took a sip, "It's going well, mainly because your book is of high value." ”

"There are six other copies of this book, all in your hands, right?"

"That's right," Joel didn't hide it this time, "Professor, do you want it?" ”

Professor Barblin nodded rather coldly, but he couldn't hide the longing in his eyes.

Joel hurried back to his dorm room and brought all the remaining six books with him.

"I'll be able to translate them all around Christmas," Professor Babling promised, "and as this time, I'll have to give you copies in a hurry, and if this paper on the magic of H?lsinge Runes is published, I'll put your name in the special acknowledgments column at the end." ”

Joel thought about it for a while, and it didn't seem to be a loss that he had prostituted Professor Babling's translation for nothing, and he could still earn some fame.

He immediately agreed, and Professor Babling took the six ancient books from Joel's hand, and began to read them hungrily, and engaged in the study of ancient magic scripts for twenty years, Professor Babling was the first time he had seen the ancient books of the wizarding world written in the H?lsinge Runes script, and if she made some breakthroughs, she was likely to go down in history.

Joel returned to his dormitory and looked through the notes that Professor Barblin had given him, and found that the Rune book was actually an explanation of the casting of spells.

Wizards of a few hundred years ago cast spells in a very different way than modern wizards, they did not rely on wands to output spells - with the exception of some powerful spells, wands were more of a support item to them, and for the most part, ancient wizards preferred to cast spells without a wand, and they hated the binding feeling that wands bringed.

The wand depends on the wizard, rather than the wizard relying on the wand, this is the purest concept of the ancient wizard, unlike the modern wizarding world, the wizard has become a puppet of the wand, and the wizard without the wand is not much stronger than the Muggle.

Joel couldn't get his hands on it, and spent two days of free time reading the notebook.

After reading all the content, Joel breathed a long sigh of relief, lay on the bed and closed his eyes, kneading his temples with his hands to relieve the headache symptoms a little.

This seven-volume set of books resembles Nordic preschool textbooks, and is older than the founding of Hogwarts, which was founded 900 years ago.

Now that there was a wizarding pre-school education system, which meant that there was already a magic school in Scandinavia in Northern Europe at that time, Joel frowned, got up and ran to the library.

After searching in the library for a long time, he finally found a trace of cattiness.

The big book in his hand introduces the history of the three major schools in Europe, which they used when they were in the first year to organize the full understanding of the CLBT magic curriculum, but they didn't expect to meet again two years later.

"Durmstrang: Located in Scandinavia, Northern Europe, founded around 1195 AD by the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova......"

Joel saw this line in the opening introduction to Durmstrang School, and it seems that the preschool textbook has a different source.

As soon as he closed the book, he heard rumbling footsteps in the library, hurried and panicked.

"What are you guys doing!" Mrs. Pince, the caretaker, does not allow anyone to make the slightest noise in her precious library, "This is the library! In public! ”

"Mrs. Pins, Mrs. Pins, go tell the professors......" The voice came intermittently, and Joel put the book back in its place and walked out.

Rounding around a hallway, Joel saw a crowd of students in front of Mrs. Pince, who was carrying a feather duster, and many others, like Joel, who had put down their books and rushed over.

"There's a student out there who has been petrified!" One Gryffindor student breathless, "It's in the hallway outside the library!" ”

The students in the library were in a panic for a moment, the screams of the children were endless, and the panic atmosphere continued to spread, and no one knew if the monsters in the secret room were still waiting outside the library.

"Don't worry," said Mrs. Pince, in a rare calm tone, she waved the feather duster in her hand, and held it behind her back, leaving the slick wooden pole exposed, as if she were carrying a wooden sword, "you stay here honestly, and I'll explore the way first." ”

It was half past seven in the evening, and dinner had been over for a while, and there were not many students wandering around the castle with nothing to do, most of them were concentrated in the library, and at this moment no student dared to leave the brightly lit library to go out to investigate, and Mrs. Pince's thin figure was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, like a lone warrior.

Several junior Ravenclaw girls came over, Joel knew that they were a little scared, and his face didn't show a little impatience, after all, they were classmates from his own college, and it was best to protect them as much as he could.

Seeing this, the senior students of the various colleges finally took action, and they gathered the students of their own colleges together for easy protection.

Ravenclaw College has its own study area in the common room, and there are not many students running to the library, and at the moment there is not even a prefect, so Joel can only temporarily command and lead.

Coincidentally, Hufflepuff House couldn't find a prefect in the library to lead the junior students, and Beatrice Shafiq was in the library at this time, and she saw Joel whispering softly to comfort a few tearful junior girls, and she felt that her opportunity had come.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to make them look red, like a rabbit, with a lovely white face, and then pouted, Beatrice looked into the makeup mirror, and felt a little excited.

"Mr. Taylor......" she squeezed over, her head slightly lowered and looking pitiful, "I'm a little scared. ”

"Hmm......" Joel glanced at Beatrice, "maybe you can get someone else to help?" ”

"Seid!" He shouted at the other end of the library, "Mrs. Pince is not there, and no one cares about the students making a lot of noise in the library, "Take care of the girls in your house!" She said she was scared. ”

Cedric had barely calmed several children before he could catch his breath when he heard Joel calling out to him.

"I don't trust him," Beatrice said angrily, she felt that Joel had been avoiding her, and that Helis must have sued her, otherwise why was Joel not moved? She didn't believe she was going to lose to Haylis in terms of charm, "You're so much more secure than he is." ”

"That's the senior of our house," choked a second-year Ravenclaw girl, who had long since looked at Beatrice, "you cry to you Hufflepuffs, don't sell tears to us, Ravenclaws don't eat you." ”

This sentence fell down, and Beatrice held back her tears and had nowhere to do it, and at this moment, when she was scolded, the tears flowed down like the technique of the Great Waterfall.

Cedric, who came in a hurry, saw this scene and had no idea what to do, and he was most afraid that the girl would cry.

"I—I'm just a little scared," Beatrice said, sobbing, "You don't have to say that about me even if you don't welcome me, do you?" ”

Cedric looked at the Hufflepuff badgers waiting to be fed behind him, their house was so large that there were no prefects present at this time, he was inevitably overstretched as a fourth-year student, and if he added a crying Beatrice, Cedric felt like his head was going to explode.

Cedric discussed with Joel, "I don't see many people in your academy, why don't you help take care of it?" ”

"I'll take her away when I'm out of the library, don't worry."

Joel and Beatrice were only ten people around him, and Hufflepuff had more than twenty people, so the pressure could be imagined.

"Okay." Joel sighed.

Beatrice wiped her tears with her robe, hiding the slight smile that had raised at the corner of her mouth.