Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"McClery, what does this have to do with you?" Someone from Hufflepuff was arriving soon.

"Who else is the descendant of Slytherin but Parseltongue!"

"Didn't he admit it to himself? You still want to protect him?"

A Ravenclaw pushed up his glasses and said coldly: "We just want to take a look."

McCleary has never been so sharp-tongued, and in this case, he prefers to be simple and crude.

"What the hell! What do you think Parseltongue is? Want to see it? Are you worthy?" He shouted angrily, causing the Ravenclaw who just spoke to turn red in the face.

"You guys had a fight in the lounge a few days ago and made a bet. Now you want to help him speak?" someone else shouted.

"Don't talk in the crowd, stand up for me if you have the guts!" McCeachly pointed directly to the crowd who made the noise.

"Does Slytherin's problem have anything to do with you?" Another voice sounded from the other side of the corridor.

He's the one who made the bet with Harry!

He slowly came down the stairs and looked at the crowd below.

"That's Slytherin's own problem, and it's not your turn to get involved.

As for the Chamber of Secrets, if you are so suspicious of Potter now, can I assume that you are questioning Dumbledore? "

People in Slytherin actually didn't like Dumbledore very much. Harry knew this from Malfoy's words when school started last year.

But this does not prevent him from using this name to put pressure on other colleges.

After Harry figured out the logic behind these words, he couldn't help but feel admiration in his eyes.

Even if you can't deal with it in the lounge, you can do it outside the academy...

"What are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared.

The people in Slytherin looked quietly at the children from the other three major colleges gathered here.

Others, on the other hand, are like birds and beasts. As soon as the crowd thinned out, she immediately saw the big snake coming out of its hole. He looked at Potter and the others in confusion.

After a moment, she sighed helplessly.

Unlike young teachers who always have beautiful illusions about children, after decades of teaching, Professor McGonagall knows very well what is going on in the minds of these teenage children.

Some are bold, some are timid; some are as frivolous as clouds, and some are down-to-earth. However, all that aside, one of the most striking characteristics of children this age is...

It is easy to be led by some unnecessary rumors and fall into a herd mentality that lacks independent thinking.

"Okay, Potter, let's go have lunch. Don't think too much, Parseltongue is just a talent."

It was both comforting him and reminding him.

Harry nodded seriously: "I know, Professor McGonagall."

In the Great Hall, a moment after lunch, Hermione found Harry. She had heard what had just happened and her face turned pale.

"That's too much. Who do you think you are? A monkey performing in a zoo?" she yelled angrily.

"I'm used to it." Harry smiled carelessly and tapped his fingers on the scar on his forehead.

In fact, he was not that used to it. When he saw the snake just now, he immediately realized what those people meant, and he was indeed a little angry at the time.

But now in front of Hermione, he felt that there was no need to express this idea.

After the two chatted for a while, Harry said goodbye to Hermione and went to the Weasley twins' small workshop to continue making questionnaires.

Hermione looked at Harry's leaving figure and felt a little worried. Now there were a lot of rumors in the lounge.

After staying like this for a while, she reluctantly got up and headed to the library on the fifth floor.

Time flew by, and after dinner, she quickly returned to the lounge, intending to continue completing the homework assigned by Professor McGonagall.

However, after opening the Fat Lady's portrait and walking in the corridor, she heard some conversations.

Normally, she would disdain sneaking around and eavesdropping on other people's conversations, but this time it was different.

Thinking about it, this girl couldn't help but step a little faster.

"It will definitely be unfortunate for her to be so close to Slytherin."

"Didn't you see that her face turned pale when she heard the news that the guy was blocked outside the auditorium?"

"To be honest, I can't understand why as a Gryffindor, she can be so close to Slytherin. Want to appear special? The Sorting Hat is really wrong."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Dumbledore didn't even say that Potter did those things!" A somewhat immature male voice suddenly interrupted.

Hermione immediately recognized it. This was the Creevey of their age, the boy who often harassed Harry with a camera.

"Dumbledore is just looking for his evidence. Justin has seen it with his own eyes. Could it be false?"

"Now Justin doesn't even dare to come out, because he knows that he is a Muggle, and he will definitely be Potter's next target. It is said that when he eats, Macmillan takes it directly from the kitchen to the lounge."

"Creevey, who doesn't know that you admire Potter, but wake up. Why are you like Miss Know-It-All? You are lying to yourself even though the facts are in front of you."

…

Hermione was furious. She strode out of the tunnel and looked at the warm and cozy lounge and the group of people on the side of the aisle.

They were very close to the crossing, and the discussion was actually not loud, which was why Hermione could hear them.

They were a few third-year students. Hermione didn't know them and only said hello occasionally.

As soon as she came out, she stared at those guys.

Those guys obviously didn't expect Hermione to appear suddenly, and they seemed to have listened to all their words.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Hermione blushed, obviously furious.

"I don't think you should be sorted into Gryffindor, you don't even have the courage to say it in front of me!

As for Harry and the snake, why do you believe Justin and not me? I have experienced it myself!

If you don't believe me, is it because my story is different from what you think? Is it because you think Slytherin shouldn't have someone like Potter? "

"How can there be any good people in Slytherin? You were deceived." One of the people in the group said: "Granger, don't forget your identity. You will definitely be the first person to be eliminated after the Chamber of Secrets is opened. .”

……ha?

Hermione laughed in anger...she finally understood what stubbornness meant.

"Using houses to classify people... Ha, it's really interesting. Gryffindor and Slytherin are good friends, but when it comes to your mouth, it's like who can be a good person in Slytherin... Okay. If you think so, I really can’t help it.”

Hermione suddenly remembered something Harry said last year. She had not heard it with her own ears, but she had heard it.

"You can say whatever you want, but don't let me hear it." Hermione glanced at them and said coldly.

"I just said, I just said what's wrong? Are you saying that I don't have the guts-"

"Everything is petrified——"

The man suddenly froze on the spot, fell on the sofa, and then rolled to the floor.

"Stop making your stupid comments about Harry here again."

"I heard someone making a joke about the heir of Slytherin, who is so bold!" Fred's voice came from the passage.

As soon as they walked in, they saw an angry Hermione, the wand in her hand, and the petrified guy lying on the ground.

Suddenly, the two of them shrank their necks and said with a smile: "Oh, Hermione, you know what we mean."

"Don't be stupid, I know you and Harry have a good relationship." Hermione said with a wry smile, "And I'm not...well...anyway, I think it's too much."

Hermione was actually a little at a loss at this moment. What she did just now was completely a subconscious move after being unable to bear it...

As for why the subconscious choice was to pull out the wand?

You can ask the Duel Club...

She could hear the teasing tone in Fred's words just now, as if he was always expressing how interesting the term "descendant of Slytherin" was - a joke!

This kind of thinking... is really Fred George!