Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 52 Relief
Afternoon, Hogwarts Library.

Hardy sat at an oak table near the edge of the restricted area, with seventeen or eighteen books on niche linguistics up to two inches thick piled up in front of him, feeling full of oppression.

In order to speed up the research work on Parseltongue, Hardy had to further sort out the language structure of Parseltongue on the basis of Harry's translation of Parseltongue annotations.

As a way for snakes to communicate, Parseltongue can convey extremely limited meanings, almost entirely consisting of words and short sentences.

But this does not mean that there is no corresponding grammar for this niche language, even if it is not as complex as human language, but it does exist.

Just when Hardy was immersed in an unpopular book called "The Strange and Strange Words of the Ancient Spirits", the sudden harsh sound of "Kang Dang" brought him back from his thoughts.

He raised his head from the heavy and large book, just in time to see a little Hufflepuff witch under the table not far away, hurriedly packing up the scattered things.

It seems that the shoulder strap of the little witch's backpack was accidentally broken, which caused the harsh noise just now.

"Making such a loud noise in the library, maybe Mrs. Pince is already on her way here with a feather duster."

Hardy closed the large-page book in his hand, and was about to rescue Mrs. Pince when she lost her temper, but after waiting for a while, nothing happened.

After packing up the scattered things, the little Hufflepuff witch immediately breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the familiar feather duster hadn't arrived.

But she still hugged her backpack and left here in a hurry.

Feather duster may be late, but she will never be absent. She would rather leave by herself than be kicked out by Mrs. Pince in full view.

"What's going on? It seems that today is not the same as usual?" Hardy waved his wand, causing the books on the table to fly back to the huge bookshelf.

He stood up, packed up the translation manuscript in front of him, and walked towards the table where Mrs. Pince was.

"Oh, what a fascinating adventure..." When Hardy approached, he happened to see Mrs. Pince closing "The King of Beasts 2: Dragon's Lair" with a happy expression on her face.

She took a blank book with an exquisite cover, and began to carefully copy the contents of the booklet, with a pious appearance as if completing a grand ceremony.

"Mrs. Pince, Mrs. Pince?"

Hardy tried to get her attention, but the other party seemed to be fascinated by the story of "King of Monster Beasts" and didn't care about everything around him.

"Such a wonderful story should be recorded in the best books and in the neatest handwriting, and it should be permanently preserved in the Hogwarts library." Holding a quill in hand, Mrs. Pince murmured.

Seeing this scene, Hardy's expression became a little weird. Sure enough, there is an old saying in the previous life——

Once you enter the Internet, you will be mistaken for life.

Looking at the owl clock on the wall, Hardy had to rush to the fifth grade alchemy classroom as soon as possible.

He still has a class in the afternoon.

So, Hardy ignored Mrs. Pince, who had become obsessed with it, and quickly stepped out of the library, heading towards the classroom in the direction of the Gryffindor tower.

On the way, a loud noise stopped Hardy's footsteps.

In the corridor ahead, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were arm in arm, singing in front of Harry like drunk pirates.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! We have to make way for the Heir of Slytherin, the worst wizard has arrived..."

Not far away, as a prefect, Percy Weasley was very dissatisfied with this behavior.

"This is not something you should make fun of." He said coldly.

"Hey, get out of the way, Percy, don't meddle in your own business," said Crabbe. "Harry's running out of time."

"That's right, that's right, he has to rush to the secret room as soon as possible, and drink tea with his servant with tusks." Gore laughed loudly.

Ron rolled up his sleeves and wanted to punch Crabbe and Goyle in the nose, but was stopped by Harry, "Forget it, Ron, leave them alone."

Hermione comforted: "Don't listen to them, Harry, there will always be someone willing to believe in you forever."

Not far away, some little wizards passing by avoided Harry far away, still talking about the other party's Parseltongue.

"The truth will come out one day!" Ron shouted at the little wizards around him.

Not far away, Crabbe and Goyle wanted to continue laughing at Harry, but soon turned pale because Professor Ollivander walked over.

"Mr. Gregory and Mr. Vincent, there shouldn't be any professor who has taught you, who can taunt other students so sarcastically in the corridor?"

Under the amazed gaze of the three little ones, Hardy slowly walked over, "Could it be that... this is an extracurricular homework that Professor Snape left for you?"

Hardy showed a thoughtful expression, "If this is the case, then I should really go to his office and have a good talk."

As soon as Hardy mentioned Snape, Crabbe and Goyle's legs immediately went limp, and they almost fell on the spot.

"No, that's not it." Goyle muttered hastily, "We're kidding Harry, he can talk to snakes, he's a Parseltongue!"

"Yeah, that's right, only the heirs of Slytherin can speak Parseltongue, so Harry..." Crabbe was halfway through, then his voice suddenly died away.

He found that Professor Ollivander was staring at him. Although the expression on his face was calm, the sense of oppression he brought was no less than that of Professor Snape.

"It seems that there is a common misunderstanding among everyone." Hardy patted Harry on the shoulder, "If you have a Parseltongue, you must be the heir of Slytherin? Is it related to the so-called Chamber of Secrets?"

As soon as the words fell, Hardy opened his mouth slightly, and a gloomy and strange "hissing" sound immediately reached the ears of every little wizard, and immediately aroused amazement.

"That's the voice you heard from Harry's mouth?"

Hardy slowly closed his mouth, then waved his wand again, and tapped on the parchment that recorded the Parseltongue.

All of a sudden, one after another strange and different hissing sounds continuously echoed and changed in the corridor.

Seeing the panic and confusion on the faces of every little wizard, Hardy raised his wand, making the whole corridor quiet again.

"I know the Parseltongue you speak of, and so does the parchment in my hand."

Blinking his eyes, Hardy smiled and said, "Give me a little time, even the whole Hogwarts can come and say a word."

"Hiss..." Hardy made that eerie hoarse sound on purpose again, but under his warm smile, he seemed extraordinarily humorous.

Silent.

The horrified expressions quickly dissipated from every little wizard's face following Hardy's explanation.

A Parseltongue that everyone has the chance to master, or a dreaded, eerie language?
Obviously not.

Not to mention that a person with a Parseltongue is the heir to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, which is absurd.

However, it is worth mentioning that although Parseltongue can be mastered through acquired learning, according to Hardy's judgment, the difficulty of mastering this language is no less than that of becoming an excellent wizard.

Even if Hardy taught extensively at Hogwarts and finally mastered Parseltongue, even if it was only a part of them, it is estimated that there would not be more than five.

Some professors can't do this, which is inseparable from the wizard's talent in language.

"Gregory and Mr. Vincent, do you...do you have any questions?" Hardy looked at each other calmly.

"No...no, of course!" Cold sweat broke out on his brow, and Goyle nudged Crabbe with his elbow. It would be a torment for them to stay here any longer.

"Okay, then you can leave, I hope you can also enthusiastically tell other people this common sense."

Hardy withdrew his gaze, and the two of them felt relieved, supported each other with weak legs, and hurriedly nodded and left.

"Professor!" Harry cast a grateful look at Hardy.

The other party actually also mastered Parseltongue!Even if it is very likely to be only a part, it is enough to warm his heart.

This made Harry feel deeply that he was not an alien, and he was never alone.

"Go to class quickly, you are going to be late."

After dispersing the little wizards onlookers, Hardy bid farewell to the three little ones, and walked briskly towards the fifth-grade alchemy classroom.

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