Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 35 Parseltongue

"Professor Ollivander, you can always talk to the students about the interesting things you say." Snape looked at Hardy expressionlessly, without showing any emotion.

Hardy smiled slightly, "Maybe it's because I'm not much older than them, and there are always a lot of topics to talk about, whether in class or in normal times."

"For example, among the previous Hogwarts alumni, who made the greatest contribution to the development of spells? Who achieved the highest post-graduation achievements? Even, whose eyes are the most unique..."

Hardy didn't notice that when the word "eyes" was mentioned, Snape's body visibly trembled slightly.

However, no one noticed.

Hardy came to the center of the attack scene. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a pool of water stains on the ground. At the same time, he noticed a group of tiny spiders crawling out of the castle on the edge of the wall.

"An attack at Hogwarts? Could it be Voldemort? But why is the victim only Mrs. Norris, not..."

Hardy glanced at Professor McGonagall and Snape calmly, and then set his eyes on Dumbledore.

"Harry, Harry is with you now, isn't it?" Dumbledore caught Hardy's gaze.

"Yes, principal, I have told him to go back to the dormitory immediately." Hardy replied.

Dumbledore looked at the string of blood letters on the wall, his eyes pondered, "Professors, take the little wizards back to the dormitory first, and we will investigate this matter as soon as possible."

Dismissing the young wizards who were watching, Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall to take Hermione back to the Gryffindor common room, and then looked at the remaining professors present, "Severus, what do you think?"

Snape raised his chin slightly, and said in a low voice, "Hermione Granger, she must have just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Hardy nodded, "I think so too."

Dumbledore turned to look at the blood writing on the wall and the place where Mrs. Norris was hanging, thoughtfully, "The power of petrification... Pomona, it seems that the mandrake you planted this year will play an important role." effect."

Professor Sprout clasped his hands together, his face full of unbearable and pity.

"Oh! I really sympathize with Mrs. Norris. Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore. I will make the mandrake grow to maturity as soon as possible. After all, this plant is the best thing to remove the petrification effect."

Hardy nodded, "I think so too."

Dumbledore looked at Filch, "Argus, don't let anger control your reason. Believe me, Mrs. Norris will be sticking around your leg again in a short time."

Hardy nodded, "I think so too."

Filch glanced at Dumbledore, then turned and walked to the storage room not far away, "I'm going to get tools to clean the blood here."

At this moment, Snape's cheeks trembled slightly, and he turned to look at Hardy, "Professor Ollivander, don't you have your own thoughts and opinions?"

Hardy slowly raised his head, "Sorry, I've been thinking about it just now, what exactly is the secret room mentioned in the blood?"

Dumbledore and Snape looked at each other and said, "There are many mysterious rooms in the castle of Hogwarts."

"No matter who the attacker is? For what purpose, protecting the safety of the students is always our first priority."

"Okay, everyone, go back and rest first. In the next period of time, you may need to work hard."

Dumbledore smiled kindly, and before leaving, he suddenly turned to look at Hardy, "Ah, yes, I almost forgot... Hardy, I just received a letter from Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office , he asked me to thank you again on his behalf."

Blinking at Hardy, Dumbledore said with a smile, "He asked me to tell you in the letter, please don't mind the Ministry of Magic's propaganda methods, and besides, it is also protecting you."

Hardy didn't take it seriously. He naturally knew that Scrimgeour was referring to the "Daily Prophet" and didn't mention much about his contribution to the arrest of the Levima sisters.

Ministry of Magic propaganda?

Hardy believed it.

But as for... the Ministry of Magic is protecting itself in this way?

Believe whoever loves you.

"Of course! Please write back for me, and thank Mr. Scrimgeour for your thoughtfulness." Hardy smiled politely, and then saw Snape's sneer.

Obviously, the other party didn't like the director of the Auror office very much.

When Filch came back with the cleaning tools, Dumbledore and other professors had left one after another, and Hardy also went back to his office.

"Too much to do..."

Recalling all the encounters of the day today, Hardy let out a long breath. He didn't even rush to look at the parchment Harry left on the desk. Instead, he lay directly on the bed and closed his eyes.

The next morning.

After Hardy finished his first-year alchemy course, he sat down at the table again, and began to have time to look at what Harry had left behind.

He first spread out the top stack of parchment, which recorded one after another human-like patterns.

Every time Hardy touched his wand lightly, Harry's soliloquies echoed in his head.

"The first time I heard that voice was in Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. A gloomy, hoarse feeling enveloped me..."

"...obey the master...tear...kill...that voice keeps echoing in my mind, as if I can't hold back my desire to kill."

"No one knows about this. I may tell Ron and Hermione, but only the two of them. What is that voice? Why can only I hear it?"

"I heard, students passing by in the corridor mentioned the attack, wonder if anyone was hurt, God, I hope it has nothing to do with the voice I heard..."

The wand touched each piece of parchment in turn, and Hardy quickly got a rough idea of ​​what was going on from Harry's words to himself.

An eerie voice that only Harry Potter can hear!

Hardy raised his hand and removed the top stack of parchment, thoughtfully.

According to Harry, the sound he heard yesterday was the clearest and strongest.

Then there was the attack in the hallway.

Will there be some kind of connection between the two?

Hardy jotted down some conjectures about the hallway attack in his notebook.

then.

He set his eyes on the parchments where Harry recorded that voice, "Snake?"

Seeing that the voice on the paper had a tangible pattern, Hardy was startled.

According to his understanding, when the listening ear quill is recording the sound, the shape that appears is often related to a certain characteristic of the sound.

He carefully looked at the countless dark green snakes that filled the entire parchment, staring for a long time, making people seem to have fallen into a dark snake den.

Trying to touch one of the snake patterns with the wand, a gloomy and hoarse fuzzy sound suddenly climbed into Hardy's heart.

It's like a whisper, and it's like the hiss of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

Hardy heard a language clearly understood and mastered by only a few!

The wand passed across a large snake-like pattern on the parchment, and a clear and violent hissing sound immediately filled Hardy's mind, as if turning into a snake of thoughts, trying to tear his consciousness to pieces.

With a "bang", Hardy raised his hand and patted on the parchment, instantly dispelling all the sounds in his mind.

During lunch time, Hardy took the time to go to the library.

After giving Mrs. Pince a simple alchemy product - a mirror with a beauty effect, he easily found what he wanted in the restricted area as he wished.

"Parseltongue, a minority language that can communicate with snakes, is spread among a small number of Parseltalkers."

"It is mentioned in the ancient books of magic that this language talent first came from Salazar Slytherin. As one of the four founders of Hogwarts, Slytherin has the talent of using Parseltongue to communicate and command snakes , and be inherited by his descendants."

"There is no doubt that Harry has the innate ability of Parseltongue. Is there some kind of blood relationship between Harry Potter and Salazar Slytherin?"

Walking out of the library, Hardy guessed naturally.

(End of this chapter)