Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Les placed the forked Swedish meatballs back on the plate and glanced at Harry.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

"That night, Halloween, you know!" Harry looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to the two of them, and then asked in a low voice.

"You must have heard something, Les." Harry's tone was extremely determined: "Actually, I also heard some, some strange words."

Harry stared straight at Les's face, hoping to read something from his facial expressions.

The experience that night and the voices he heard vaguely made Harry unable to let go. He really wanted to find a chance to talk to Les. It's just that usually there's always someone around him, or there's always someone following Les, which is really inconvenient. At today's Christmas party, he finally found a chance for the two of them to be alone, so naturally he wanted to come over and find out.

Unfortunately, he couldn't read anything from Rice's expression.

Although Les didn't change on the surface, he was still a little touched in his heart. The reason was very simple: Harry's behavior was too "Gryffindor", and he actually rushed over to ask him like this.

If he was really the murderer determined to open the Chamber of Secrets and cause murder, then Harry was putting himself in danger - very Gryffindor.

For the sake of being such a Gryffindor, Les was going to reveal a hint of the truth to Harry.

"You have preset your position in advance, which leaves me speechless. You only want to believe what you believe, don't you?"

"I-" Harry opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he felt that what Les said did make sense, and he was indeed a little preconceived.

"But your wand and food box that night..." Harry said the suspicious points he observed that day.

Les:…

"There are reasons to explain these. For example, my stomach really hurts. For example, there is a hole in my robe pocket. These are all possible things. These do not mean that I heard what you said." Evidence of strange noises." Les spread his hands and looked at Harry helplessly: "You are still dominated by your subjective consciousness. You preset a fact in advance, and then look for all kinds of There is something wrong with this logic."

"I heard Daphne say that last year you always believed that Professor Snape was the ultimate villain. You also found sufficient evidence, didn't you?"

Harry fell silent. After a few seconds, he stiffened his neck and said, "This is not the same thing."

"That's the same thing." Les interrupted his argument directly.

"That night, I just planned to go to the kitchen to get something to eat because I missed dinner. And it's not okay for you to doubt me like you doubted Professor Snape last year. You shouldn't assume that someone is a prisoner at the beginning of your reasoning. It interferes with your judgment."

"I don't treat you as a prisoner-"

Les waved his hand, "That's not important."

"You know, there are so many murals in the school, and talking armor, that the sounds you hear are probably the sounds they make."

"This..." Harry thought what Les said was nonsense, but when he thought about it carefully, it made some sense.

Could it really be the sound coming from armor or murals? Peeves' prank is not impossible.

"There is one last possibility."

Les's words attracted Harry's attention again. He raised his head, wanting to hear what the "last possibility" from Les's mouth was.

"Harry, did you have any experience talking and communicating with animals when you were a child?"

Les's words made Harry's eyes widen suddenly: he remembered an incident that happened when he was almost eleven years old.

That day, Uncle Vernon and his family took him to the zoo, and a python communicated with him!

"It's true. When I was ten years old, a python once understood me." Harry's eyes were filled with excitement: "Yes, I was able to communicate with animals!"

Les showed a "Look, sure enough" smile.

"This is a special talent. It may answer your doubts - you actually heard the sound of a hungry, hunting snake that night."

Harry had a feeling of enlightenment: everything made sense now. He could communicate with the snake, so he heard the voice. Les and Ron didn't have this talent, so they heard nothing.

But when he thought about this, Harry felt a little uncomfortable, because there was nothing he hated more than being "special". He doesn't want to be the most special person in the crowd, and he doesn't want to be pointed out by others.

"I suggest that you speak to Ron about your experience communicating with snakes before telling other students about it." Considering that Parseltongue is notorious in modern wizarding circles - well, ancient wizarding circles as well. Because of his reputation, Les did not advise Harry to spread the word that he knew Parseltongue.

This can be regarded as a little care for the students of Gryffindor House, Les thought.

It's really rare to see an upright guy come here to question him.

Harry nodded seriously, he did have this idea. Although he didn't understand what was special about being able to communicate with snakes, he really didn't want to be labeled as unique anymore.

"By the way, where are you going after today's dinner? It can't be back to Hogwarts, right?" Les was quite curious about Harry's next movements.

"I will go back to the Burrow with Ron, the ancestral home of the Weasley family, to live there for a while and spend this Christmas there."

"Then I wish you a happy Christmas in advance!"

"the same as you."

The exchange between the two came to an end.

Harry got the "answer" he wanted, and Rice revealed part of the truth about what he had observed to Harry.

As for why he didn't reveal the whole truth to Harry... it was mainly because he was afraid that the child wouldn't be able to accept it for a while. What if he and Harry chatted for just a few words, and then Harry jumped into the Black Lake, and Dumbledore wouldn't be able to knock on his door? Will the dignity of the school still be maintained by then?

When the clock reached twelve o'clock, grand fireworks were set off in the manor, and guests from all over the country and even the world began to leave one after another.

Harry left with the Weasley family, and Daphne and Astoria also dragged their tired steps back to Les.

"Would you like some food? I used magic to keep them warm." Les took out a few dishes.

"Thank God!" Daphne couldn't care about anything else and directly picked up the food and started eating.

She was exhausted from chatting with those "ladies" just now. It was as if they just needed to vibrate their vocal cords to produce nutrients to feed themselves. She didn't eat anything during the whole dinner.

Looking at Daphne who was devouring her food, and Astoria who was eating more gracefully, but no slower than her sister, Les smiled helplessly: It is not easy for these two children.

Christmas Eve slipped away quietly in this atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Les can't sleep yet because he has to prepare Christmas gifts for his friends.

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