Exchange student at Hogwarts

With a "boom", Malfoy and other Slytherin students applauded wildly. Lockhart staggered to his feet, his hat falling off and his wavy curls standing on end.

"Well, you see," he said, stumbling back onto the stage, "this is a disarming spell. As you can see, I lost my wand. Ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them this move. But don't mind what I say. Your intention to do this was very clear. If I want to stop you, I don't have to. A waste of effort.”

Snape looked murderous. Lockhart probably noticed it, and only heard him say: "The demonstration is over. Now I will come among you and divide you into groups of two. Professor Snape, if you are willing to help me."

They walked through the crowd, matching everyone up, and Snape walked up to Harry and the others first. "The dream team should be broken up, I think," he said with a sneer. "Weasley, you can form a pair with Finnigan. Potter."

Harry subconsciously moved closer to Zhang Chen.

"I don't think so." Snape said, with a cold smile on his face, "Malfoy, come up here. Let's see what kind of person you can make the famous Potter. As for Gran Miss Jie, you can be paired with Miss Millicent. And you, Mr. Zhang, as an exchange student who can destroy the mysterious man's conspiracy, I think ordinary second-year students are no longer enough to be your opponent. You and Slytherin Five It’s a battle between the prefects of the grade, come on Schmidt Lang.”

Snape arranged special opponents for Zhang Chen and Harry respectively. Malfoy walked over arrogantly, with a proud smile on his face. Behind him was a tall and thin student who looked taller than Zhang Chen and the others. He is two or three years older, has a calm face, and has the aura of a designated villain senior brother.

"Facing your partner," Lockhart shouted, returning to the stage. "Take a bow."

"Raise your wand and get ready," Lockhart said loudly. "When I count to three, I will cast the magic. Disarm the opponent. Just disarm. We don't want an accident. One, two, three."

"Expelliarmus" Lang predicted the time when Lockhart would count to three, shouted the spell in advance, and instantly released the second creaking curse "Grin Hu La La", obviously hoping to make Zhang Chen Make a big fool of yourself.

Zhang Chen had already seen his plan, judged the direction of the opponent's wand, and turned sideways to avoid the two flying red lights. In a dazed moment, he gently waved the wand "Expelliarmus", Now Zhang Chen's magic within twenty meters almost has the power of an adult wizard. Just a disarming spell made Lang feel like he was electrocuted. The man and the wand flew out together, knocking over several tables and chairs four or five meters away. .

At the same time, the entire venue was in a panic. Malfoy took action at the count of "two". Harry fought back unwilling to be outdone. The two of them struggled with each other. Neville and Justin both lay on the floor, angry. Panting; Ron grabbed Seamus, whose face was ashen, and apologized profusely for the disaster caused by his broken wand; while Hermione and Millicent were still in action; Millicent clamped Hermione's head, and Hermione was in pain Call softly. Both of their wands were forgotten on the floor.

"Oh my God, I think it's best for me to teach you how to stop unfriendly magic." Lockhart stood in the middle of the auditorium in a panic, looking at the messy place, and said guiltily. "Who comes up voluntarily?"

"How about Malfoy and Potter?" Snape said with a grin. When he said his name, Zhang Chen had already stood on the stage, "Professor, I volunteer. If you want a Malfoy classmate from your college to come out and gain some dueling experience, I will be very happy to accompany you."

"Since this is a demonstration of preventing harmful spells, naturally one person should make a move and another person should take the move. Malfoy will cast the spell on you. You can use the techniques Professor Lockhart taught you to prevent his harmful spells from taking effect." Jiang is still old So spicy, Snape put Zhang Chen in a position where he couldn't change seasons in just two words.

"Okay, Chang," said Lockhart, "when Draco points his wand at you, you do this." He raised his wand and waved it left and right, trying to conjure complex tricks. , but accidentally dropped it on the ground. Snape sneered from the side, and Lockhart quickly picked up the wand and said, "Oh, my wand is a little too excited."

Snape approached Malfoy, lowered his head and whispered something to him. Lockhart smiled and walked over and patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder. "Just do what I just did."

"What, dropped the wand on the ground?" Zhang Chen asked loudly, which made Lockhart very embarrassed, but he did not reply at all.

"Three two one start" he shouted.

Malfoy quickly raised his wand and roared, "Oooo!" The head of his wand exploded. Harry and the others watched in horror as a long black snake suddenly jumped out and landed heavily on the floor between Malfoy and Zhang Chen. Then it raised its head and prepared to attack. The crowd screamed and quickly backed away to make room.

"That's it." Zhang Chen looked at Snape helplessly, and Snape seemed to see Zhang Chen's disdain in his eyes, and glared at Zhang Chen fiercely.

A little snake like Zhang Chen was not worth mentioning, but the other little wizards were frightened, especially Harry and the others. They were confused when they cared. They saw the black snake circling towards Zhang Chen, raising its head and showing its fangs. , putting on an offensive stance. Harry was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. His legs automatically moved forward as if they were on casters. Then he stupidly shouted to the snake: "Let him go." A miracle happened. It was incredible. The snake collapsed on the ground. On the floor, as supple as a pile of thick, black watering hoses, eyes were fixed on Harry. Harry felt his fear disappear bit by bit. He knew the snake would never attack anyone again, but how he knew that, he couldn't say.

He looked up at everyone, expecting to see relaxed expressions on everyone's faces, but who knew that the people around him had frightened expressions on their faces. Snape also looked at him with a look that surprised him: it was a cunning and calculating look that Harry didn't like very much. He was also vaguely aware of the ominous murmurings of the crowd around him.

At this time, Zhang Chen stepped forward, picked up the black snake, opened the robe on his arm, wrapped the snake around his arm several times, then pinched the snake's jaws with his fingers, exposing its mouth. "This kind of snake has a single color and no fangs. It is a non-venomous snake. Don't be afraid when you see it in the future. Even if it is bitten, it is equivalent to getting a shot and nothing will happen." After speaking, he picked up the snake's head and jerked it. Throwing it to the ground, the snake turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared.

Snape took a deep look at Zhang Chen's arm, seemingly doubtful that he had no wounds, and then shouted to everyone: "This is the end of today's duel, everyone go back."

Everyone swarmed out the door like elementary school students after school. Ron also grabbed Harry and hurried out. When they went out, people stepped aside one after another, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble. Harry had no idea what was going on, and Ron and Hermione didn't offer any explanation. They just dragged him all the way to the empty dormitory. Ron then pushed Harry into an armchair and said, "You're a Parseltongue. Why didn't you tell us?"

"What am I?" Harry asked.

"Parseltongue," said Ron, "you can talk to snakes."

"I know," said Harry, "I mean, this is the second time I've done it. One time at the zoo, I accidentally let a python out, and the python said something to my cousin. It's a long story to say that I threw myself away. The big python told me that it had never been to Brazil, so I unknowingly let it out. I didn't mean to. At that time, I didn't know that I was a wizard. .”

"A big python tells you that it has never been to Brazil" Ron asked in a weak voice. "What," said Shali, "I bet a lot of people here can do that."

"Oh, they can't do that," said Ron. "It's not a common skill. Harry, it's terrible."

"What's so bad?" "Why is it so bad?" Harry and Zhang Chen asked at the same time, and Harry began to feel anger rising in his heart.

"I can't tell you, it's just creepy." Ron didn't know how to explain it at the moment.

"Everyone seems to be proud of being able to speak the language of dragons and fairies. Shouldn't being able to speak the language of snakes also be an ability?" Zhang Chen was puzzled.

Hermione finally lowered her voice and spoke, "Because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous ability. Therefore, the symbol of the Slytherin school is a snake." Harry opened his mouth wide. "That's right," Ron said. "Now, the whole school will think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something."

"But I'm not, my whole family is in Gryffindor." Harry said. He had a panic he couldn't explain.

"You'll find this hard to prove," Hermione said. "He lived about a thousand years ago; from all we know, it's likely that you are his descendant."

"It's interesting. I thought the heir to the Chamber of Secrets was Voldemort." Zhang Chen smiled, "You are the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, Harry."

"This, how is this possible? I can't possibly" Harry defended in a panic, but the language of his defense obviously seemed a bit pale.

"Of course we believe it, but you'd better think about how to make others believe it too."

That night, Harry couldn't sleep for several hours. He watched the snowflakes drifting through the windows of the castle through the gaps in the curtains around the bed, and felt at a loss. He could be Salazar. Descendant of Slytherin? After all, he knew nothing about his father's family. The Dursleys had always forbidden him to inquire about his magical relatives. Harry quietly tried to speak in Parseltongue, but couldn't. It seemed that he could only do this when face to face with a snake.

"But I belong to Gryffindor," Harry thought to himself, "If I had Slytherin blood, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me here." "Haha," said Zhang Chen's voice in his mind. He said inappropriately, "But the Sorting Hat originally wanted to put you in Slytherin. Don't you remember?"

For a period of time after that day, wherever Harry went, there were people whispering to him with strange expressions. "He is a Parseltongue. Everyone knows that this is the sign of a dark wizard. Have you ever heard of any decent wizard who can talk to snakes? They call Slytherin himself a Parseltongue."

"So he is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets and he wants to eliminate all non-pure-blood wizards."

"Fortunately, nine generations of my ancestors are pure blood, so I will be safe."

"Justin is unlucky. Ever since he accidentally told Potter that he was a born Muggle, he has been expecting something like this to happen. Justin actually told Potter that he had been in bed before After Eton College. For the descendants of Slytherin, you can't say this casually, right?"

A series of rumors bothered Harry until one evening. . .

"What, Justin was petrified and Harry was caught at the scene." Zhang Chen received this bad news again at the Room of Requirement.

"At the same time, headless Nick was also petrified."

"It's so powerful to be able to petrify even ghosts." Zhang Chen sighed lightly, "Where is he now?"

When Zhang Chen rushed into the principal's office, Dumbledore was chatting pleasantly with Harry.

"What's going on? Is it the monster in the secret room?" Zhang Chen found the chair where he usually sat, and pretended to know how to deceive Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Zhang Chen in surprise, thinking that he really knew something.

"Come, tell me your guess." Dumbledore was old and unmoved at all.

"First of all, it's definitely not Harry, and secondly, it's definitely not a wizard. I observed the scene of the crime. There were some strange large pools of liquid near the two crimes. It was a bit like the mucus of amphibians, either snakes or lizards. Huh? , it makes me sick just thinking about it." Zhang Chen knew that it was impossible to be a white wolf with nothing, so he decided to gain Dumbledore's trust by showing some details.

"That makes sense. I've noticed it too, but I've read a lot of magic books and there's no record of what type of monsters there are in the Chamber of Secrets." Dumbledore said tightly.

"Salazar is a Parselmouth. Isn't it normal to leave a snake to guard his secret room?" Zhang Chen became a little aggressive.

"So what?"

"Whatever you know, just adapt to local conditions. It must be using the ventilation ducts to roam around Hogwarts, trying to lure him out."

"It's very cunning. I feel like it's controlled by someone or something. After all, he has lived in Hogwarts for more than a thousand years and knows it better than we all." Dumbledore rubbed his brow, and he was also troubled. . "You should go back first. Don't worry, none of their lives are in danger. Harry, if you have anything to say to me, come to me at any time."

On the way back, Zhang Chen asked Harry carefully about Harry's situation at that time, thinking deeply in his heart.