"Wow, the feeling of watching it live is just different."

Professor Luo Cheng, who had achieved his goal, was very happy, wasn't Dumbledore looking for a parseltongue? Then put Harry Potter in his sights first, although it didn't take much Dumbledore to guess the truth.

But what does this have to do with Professor Luo Cheng? He's just a good subordinate who strictly enforces the orders of his superiors.

As for the real culprit, it is natural to point it out when the boss hits a wall and surprise him twice, so that he will be promoted faster!

Harry didn't know why he wasn't scared at all, he knew that the snake wouldn't hurt himself anymore and wouldn't attack anyone else. As for how he knows, he can't say.

Harry smiled kindly at Justin Finchrie, who he had expected to thank him for his kindness, but instead saw an angry and horrified face.

"What do you think you're up to?"

He shouted, and before Harry could speak, Justin turned and rushed out of the Great Hall.

"That's what you're trying to do with Lockhart?"

Snape walked over to Luo Cheng and whispered.

"No, Severus." Luo Cheng said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "This is what the principal meant, he wants to find the real culprit." ”

"Harry Potter?"

Snape stepped forward with a cold snort, waved his wand, and the snake turned into a puff of black smoke and vanished.

Harry was a little confused, realizing that the crowd around him was whispering ominously, and Snape was looking at him with a strange look. His mind was confused, and at that moment, he felt someone tugging at the back of his clothes.

"Let's go," Ron said in his ear, "let's go—let's go!" ”

Ron led him out of the auditorium, and as they did, the people backed off in both directions, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble. Harry didn't understand what was going on, and Ron didn't explain anything, just dragged him all the way to the empty Gryffindor common room. Then, Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, "You're a parseltongue. Why don't you tell us?"

"What am I?" Harry asked.

"Parseltongue!" Ron said, "You're going to talk to snakes!"

"I don't know! And I don't think it's a big deal, I'm sure a lot of wizards here can do it. ”

"Oh, they can't do it," Ron said, "it's not an ordinary skill. Harry, this sucks. ”

"What's bad?" Harry asked, starting to feel anger in his heart. "What's wrong with all the people? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin-"

"Oh, that's what you said to him?"

"What do you mean by that? You were there. You heard me. ”

"I hear you speak in a parseltongue," Ron said, "the language of snakes." Anything you say is possible. No wonder Justin was terrified, listening to your voice as if you were encouraging the snake. That's creepy, you know. ”

Harry stared at him dumbfounded.

"Am I speaking another language? But—I didn't realize it—how could I speak another language and not know it?"

Ron shook his head, "That's true, everybody's heard. ”

"But why did they look at me so strangely? Even if I speak the language of snakes and stop an ugly snake from biting Jia Xinting's head off, what's wrong with that?"

"Because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous skill. So, the symbol of the Slytherin school is a snake. ”

Harry's mouth opened wide.

"Now, the whole school thinks you're his great-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 may well be his heir." ”

"So, everyone now suspects that I opened the secret room???"

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"With all due respect, Harry Potter doesn't have the skills to open secret rooms."

Snape sneered, "How can a Gryffindor be a descendant of Slytherin?" ”

"Severus, thank you for your advice, but anything is possible in this world."

Dumbledore sat in his seat and looked at Luo Cheng with his blue eyes.

"Professor Luo Cheng, what do you think?"