"I, I, I don't know what to say."

Harry stammered nervously at the three professors.

"You can speak slowly, Harry."

Dumbledore said calmly, "As long as you don't do anything wrong, I can guarantee that no one can punish you." ”

With Dumbledore's assurance, Harry regained some strength.

"On the day I was in confinement, I was writing back to Professor Lockhart when I heard a strange voice, a chilling, breathless, cold, vicious voice, that said, 'Come...... Come here...... Let me tear you up...... Tear you apart...... Kill you ......', I remember very clearly, but Professor Lockhart, who was with me at the time, said he hadn't heard anything. ”

"You should at least report this to your dean."

Snape said viciously, "Wouldn't it be too late to say it now?" ”

"Professor Snape, Harry is still a second-year kid, so naturally he doesn't think much when he hears voices that others can't hear."

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"Well, hearing voices that no one else can hear is really not a good sign in the wizarding world. Is there anything else you can tell us? ”

Dumbledore nodded, he knew it was most likely the basilisk roaring through the pipe, but the basilisk had already been ambushed, so it didn't matter anymore, what mattered was Harry's confession now.

"I didn't hear that sound since, the Dueling Club, it was Malfoy who conjured a snake, and the snake wanted to attack Justin, and I wanted to stop it, but for some reason I started talking to the snake, but everyone else seemed to suspect that I was instigating the snake to attack Justin! I came out this time to find Justin and explain all this, and you know what happened next. ”

Looking at Harry fidgeting, Dumbledore said calmly.

"Harry, I can understand your uneasiness. Did your friends tell you that being able to talk to snakes is a sign of a dark wizard? Actually, no, I can talk to snakes, of course, I learned from it, but it is true that some wizards are born to communicate with snakes, the so-called Parseltongue, the most famous of which is Salazar Slytherin and his descendants. ”

"So if I'm a parseltongue, does that mean I'm a Slytherin offspring?" Harry asked, apprehensive.

"Harry, I'm afraid not."

Dumbledore said calmly, "Although pure-blood wizards often intermarry with each other, the last person who can truly be called a descendant of Slytherin is Lord Voldemort, who is a parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, you were able to talk to the snake because he transferred some of his own spells to you the night he scarred you. He didn't mean to, I'm sure ......"

"Voldemort transferred a part of himself into my body?" Harry was stunned.

"Apparently so."

"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry said, staring desperately at Dumbledore's face, "and the Sorting Hat may have seen some Slytherin skills in me and offered to let me into Slytherin. ”

"But the Sorting Hat ended up putting you in Gryffindor."

Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued in his hand-picked selection of students. Some of his own rare talents, Parseltongue...... Resourceful...... Strong-willed...... There is also a certain contempt for the rules and regulations of the law. ”

He said, his silver-white beard trembling slightly, "But the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, do you know why?" Think about it. ”

"The reason why it put me in Gryffindor,"

Harry said in a tone of dismay, "It's because I offered not to go to Slytherin."

"Exactly," Dumbledore said, smiling again. "That makes you very different from Voldemort. Harry, it is our own choice to express our true selves, which is more important than the ability we have. If you choose Gryffindor, you must be a Gryffindor. ”