Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Snape did not chase after him. He had to fulfill his duties as the professor on duty and ensure that the dueling club tonight went on smoothly.

Under his command, the young wizards resumed training.

However, compared to before, most of the little wizards became absent-minded. They huddled together, constantly discussing what had just happened.

Snape was not in a very good mood either. With a dark face, he kept walking around the dueling hall, scolding those students who did not practice well.

"Are you dueling or having a tea party? Do you want me to prepare a few tables for you, with tea and desserts, so that you can have a good chat?"

"This is what you call a duel? It's simply disgusting!"

"The spell was cast so slowly, I thought you were doing chores."

"If you think this weak spellcasting can survive a real duel, then I suggest you start preparing your suicide note now."

In a trance, some senior students even felt that the familiar Professor Snape had returned.

After the Dueling Club ended, Snape went straight to Sebastian's office and told him about what he had seen tonight.

Snape had foreseen the predicament that Harry would face - being accused of a false crime and then being isolated by the entire school.

He didn't want Harry to suffer any of this, but unfortunately, he was not good at handling this kind of situation.

Therefore, he urgently needed Sebastian's help to get Harry out of this predicament.

Facing the worried Snape, Sebastian smiled and comforted him.

"Don't worry, Severus, I've already thought of a solution."

"Tomorrow morning, you can wait and see my performance."

After just one night, the students of Hogwarts reached a consensus.

Harry Potter is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets!

Everyone had no objection to this statement. After all, Parseltongue had appeared, and there was no better proof than this.

The young wizards all agreed that it was Harry who opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the monster imprisoned in it.

Then he directed and acted in a good play and deceived all his friends around him.

Look, his friend Hermione Granger is still around him.

hum!

This foolish girl hasn't even recognized Harry Potter's true identity yet, and is still foolishly defending the heir to the Chamber of Secrets.

Didn't she understand that as a little Muggle-born wizard, her situation was extremely dangerous?

Some people have always said that she is the smartest student in the second grade, but now it seems that she is just so-so.

Harry sat at the dining table, concentrating on eating his breakfast. There was a large empty space around him, with no one else except Hermione and Ron.

Harry felt extremely aggrieved about this situation. He wanted to stand up and argue loudly to everyone that he was not the heir of Slytherin and that he was not the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets.

However, Harry also knew that no one would believe what he said.

They only believe what they see and hear.

No matter how I explain myself, they will just think that I am just acting when I speak Parseltongue.

Just when Harry was feeling depressed, a man came over and sat next to him.

Seeing the newcomer, Hermione and Ron quickly greeted him: "Professor Swann."

"Morning," Sebastian responded with a smile, "You guys continue eating."

"I came to discuss business with Harry."

Talking about business?

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, they really couldn't understand what the professor meant.

The other little wizards all dropped their jaws in shock.

Originally, they thought Professor Swann was here to call them to task.

However, the professor's words really surprised everyone.

They didn't even bother to eat, they all pricked up their ears to hear what Professor Swan would say.

Harry looked at Sebastian aggrievedly: "Professor Swan, stop making fun of me."

"What business can we discuss?"

"It's a big deal to negotiate." Sebastian looked at Harry, as if to say, "You kid is in a treasure trove and don't even know it."

"Once the deal is done, you will be able to earn a large sum of gold Galleons every year."

Gold Galleons?

This word seemed to have magic power, firmly attracting the attention of the little wizards.

They were eager to know what Professor Swan saw in Harry.

If possible, they also want to do business with professors.

Seeing Harry's puzzled look, Sebastian didn't keep him in suspense: "I'm attracted by your magical talent - Parseltongue."

Parseltongue?!

Hearing this, Harry's heart suddenly tightened: "Don't be ridiculous, Professor, what use can such an evil talent be?"

"Evil?" Sebastian frowned. "Because you can talk to snakes with it, or because it's the signature talent of Slytherin?"

Sebastian glanced at the young wizards present and explained with a smile.

"You have a deep misunderstanding of Parseltongue, just like you have a misunderstanding of Slytherin."

"Parseltongue is just a magical talent, or it is just a very common one among many magical talents."

Sebastian's voice rose slightly.

"There is no distinction between good and evil in magical talent."

“This is the gift God gives to everyone when you are born.”

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard this novel statement. He was about to say something when he heard Hermione ask a question.

"Professor Swan, do you mean to say that everyone has magical talent?"

"Of course!" Sebastian nodded affirmatively.

"Magic talent is a very mysterious thing. Except for people of the same bloodline, most people's magical talents are different."

"Many times, the manifestations of magical talent are very secretive and require wizards to explore carefully on their own."

"For example," Sebastian pointed at himself, "my magical perception is just a little bit stronger than others."

"However, some magical talents are very obvious and can be seen at a glance."

"Like Parseltongue."

"Even, magical talent may be specific to the enhancement of a certain type of magic."

"For example," Sebastian looked at a young wizard in the crowd, "I can see now that Mr. Seamus Finnigan will achieve great success in spells related to explosions."

Hearing this, the young wizards all looked at Seamus, and after thinking about his performance, they all smiled knowingly.

Seamus, the explosive genius, it turns out that this is his magical talent.

Sebastian looked at the students who were gradually gathering around him.

"To be honest, Parseltongue is just an ordinary language talent. It cannot increase the combat power of wizards."

"It's just that, because of Slytherin, Parseltongue has been elevated to a level it doesn't belong to, making people mistakenly believe that it is a powerful, evil talent."

"If people hear it a few times, they will learn Parseltongue directly."

"The only difference between this and a natural Parseltongue is that a learned Parseltongue cannot be passed down through the bloodline."

Hearing this explanation, the little wizards nodded repeatedly.

Just like the professor said, everyone misunderstood Parseltongue, just like they misunderstood Slytherin before.

It turns out that Parseltongue is just a language talent, and others can even learn it as a language.

From this perspective, Parseltongue seems rather mediocre, even inferior to Seamus's explosives talent.

After all, no one else can learn Simo's talent.

Moreover, if Seamus wanted, he could use his talent for blasting to become a powerful combat wizard.

Harry shook off his previous decadent look and asked Sebastian gratefully.

"Professor Swann, what do you like about Parseltongue? Do you want to learn it?"

"If you want to learn, I can teach you anytime."

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