hp Ouroboros

"What am I?" Harry was still confused.

"Parseltongue!" Hermione repeated Ron's words in shock.

"Parseltongue? I don't know...I just told the snake not to attack Justin..."

"That's the language of snakes, the language of snakes, have you forgotten what Sister Sylvia said!" Hermione interrupted Harry, she looked at him with a serious face, "Slytherin's chamber of secrets is It needs to be opened in Parseltongue! Then you can speak Parseltongue!"

"Um...but what do you mean? You were there, you heard me, I told the snake not to attack Justin..."

"Is that what you said?" Ron interrupted Harry this time. "We all just heard you hissing and wondering what orders you were giving that snake."

Harry stared at Ron and Hermione dumbfounded, and shook his head, "Wait a minute...you mean I speak another language entirely?! But, how is that possible?!"

"Senior Sylvia also said that there were only four people who could speak Parseltongue before, and those who were born with Parseltongue were only Salazar Slytherin and his daughter! The Parseltongue is Salazar Slytherin. Lytherin's famous ability, which is why the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake!"

"But Sylvia-senpai just now..."

"Yes, so no one is surprised that Sister Sylvia is a Parseltongue - she was originally the orthodox heir of the Slytherin family. But, Harry, you are different!" Hermione tried to explain to Harry The seriousness of this.

"Exactly," said Ron, "now, the whole school will think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something...that is, there's another descendant of the Slytherin family out of nowhere or something..."

"But I'm not!" Harry's eyes widened in horror, the emerald green eyes full of innocence.

"You'll find it hard to prove it," Hermione said anxiously, circling back and forth on the red and gold booth in Gryffindor, "In the photo provided by Sister Sylvia to the Daily Prophet, on the family tree Those who aren't really recognized as Slytherins aren't listed at all, but that doesn't mean there's no other continuation of the Slytherin line. Like 'the man'..." Hermione paused.

Harry was angry at first, how could he have any relationship with Voldemort? !But then he lowered his hair and went into a daze again. He had a kind of panic that he couldn't explain clearly, and his heart was at a loss.Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed like what Hermione said, if the senior sister doesn't have other family trees of 'ordinary members' of the Slytherin family to look up, he can't prove anything at all... So could he be Salazar? A Slytherin, or a descendant of another branch of the Slytherin family?

The next morning, what Harry had feared had happened: all the young wizards now thought he was the Slytherin descendant—the other descendant, to be precise, the bad one.

On the way to the auditorium, everyone gave way to him and Ron. They huddled against the wall. The lower grade students were afraid to look at him with frightened faces, and most of the upper grade students looked disgusted, as if he It's like something dirty.

"Well, at least we have a smooth ride..." Ron shrugged and tried to joke, but Harry wasn't happy at all.

Halfway through the breakfast, countless owls flew in to deliver messages, and among them was a huge pure black raven that was very eye-catching. It actually flew towards the Gryffindor table and hovered in the air in front of Harry for a while. Finally, I finally chose a decent landing place, and then I flew down and stood on the big milk jug in front of Harry and Ron and Hermione, stretching out my feet proudly towards Harry, staring at him with golden eyes. Harry motioned for him to take the letter away quickly.

It's Hella!Of course Harry knew the cool pet of Senior Sylvia. He looked up at the Slytherin table. Sister Sylvia was strangely absent. Harry suddenly thought of something and turned his head away. Look for the figure of Senior Camille at the Gryffindor long table—she's not here, so is there something important?

After taking down the letter, Hela didn't even look at the sausage that Ron was holding in his hand and wanted to feed it, and flew away with a flap of her wings.

"Who will send you the letter? That bird is so cool!" Ron moved to Harry's side, but still looked up at Hela.

"That's Senior Sylvia's pet, Hella the Raven." Hermione explained, "I've seen it send letters to Senior Camille, but why did Senior Sylvia send a letter to Harry? ?”

Harry shook his head and opened the letter. It was just a simple note: Come to the classroom on the fifth floor after breakfast.

"Senior Camille's handwriting!" Hermione exclaimed softly.

"What does the classroom on the fifth floor mean?" Harry and Ron were at a loss.

"Oh! It's an empty classroom that Sylvia and Camille used to do their homework and practice magic. It's on the fifth floor. I'll take you there later."

Harry stood up directly, "I want to go now!" He couldn't eat at all, and the seniors would rush to find him at this time, maybe things would turn around.

Ron nodded, stuffed the sausage on the fork into his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Let's go! Don't be angry!"

When Harry and the others walked into the empty classroom on the fifth floor, not only Harry and Rondon, who hadn't been there before, were at the door, but even Hermione, who hadn't been here for a while, was stunned. Now those desks and chairs have all been cleared away. The floor is covered with thick silver-gray plush carpets. In the middle of the empty classroom is a beautiful square table. Camille and Sylvia are sitting on high backs. On the chairs, at both ends of the table, there was a sumptuous breakfast on the table. Argel, the goblin in the butler's tuxedo, stood one step diagonally behind Sylvia, as if ready to step forward to serve at any time.

"Um, seniors...good morning." Hermione spoke first.

Sylvia swallowed the food in her mouth, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then nodded to Hermione and the others, "Good morning, Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley." Mir nodded to them too, without speaking, turning his attention back to the short ribs on the plate in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to come here so early, um... Please don't mind that Camille hasn't finished breakfast, let's talk over here." Sylvia stood up from her seat and walked to the French windows of the classroom. With a set of soft sofas and a low coffee table, "Please sit down."

Harry and Ron sat down awkwardly, but Hermione was more relaxed and sat on the side sofa by herself.

"You must be wondering why I called you over all of a sudden," Sylvia waved at the butler Alger, who immediately brought them some hot tea that came out of nowhere. Sylvia thanked Alger and looked away. Turning to Harry who was sitting across from her, "Harry, I'm mainly looking for you today, about you being a Parseltongue."

Harry twisted his body, sat up straight, and looked at Senior Sylvia very seriously. It would be great if Senior could tell him what was bothering him!

"First of all, I must regret to tell you that there is no family tree of Slytherin blood in the Slytherin family manor." Sylvia cut off as soon as she opened her mouth. Harry tried to prove that he was not related to the Slytherin family. "But I have an idea..." Sylvia said as she stood up and walked to sit next to Harry.

Sister Sylvia stretched out her hand to gently brush away the messy hair on his forehead, and touched his forehead with her fingers. Harry smelled a fragrance, like the aroma of dark chocolate and some kind of flower, and Sylvia covered his forehead. The place where senior Via touched was cool, and seeing the face of senior sister who was close at hand, Harry felt a sudden jump somewhere in his heart, as if he suddenly realized that the indifferent beauty represented by the girl in front of him was What an attractive concept.

"Slap!" "Ouch...!" Harry was hit on the back of the head, and he let out a cry, but luckily it wasn't too hard, otherwise he would have fallen off the sofa. Looking back, Senior Sister Camille Standing behind his sofa, staring at him with a golden light in his fierce eyes.

"Cam! Don't make trouble!" Sylvia squinted at Camille. This guy... is not like this when he is jealous!

Being scolded... Camille turned her head and didn't want to look at Sylvia, hum!Didn't she even know that she had just been stared at by the goddamn Potter!He even scolded her!

Sylvia watched Camille look away angrily and amusedly, sulking, Cam is getting cuter and cuter!Stretching out his hand and pulling Lacamille's clothes, his tone was soft and sweet: "Okay, come and sit next to me, I'm about to help Harry check."

Camille, who didn't turn her head to look at Sylvia, immediately turned around and sat next to her when she heard the words, tightly pulled her hand over and clasped it, and said reluctantly: "Okay, you guys continue. .. Hey! Potter, close your eyes, don't look at what you shouldn't!" Finally, Camille couldn't hold back, and warned Harry fiercely with bared teeth.

Inexplicably, he was slapped and asked to close his eyes fiercely... Harry hurriedly did so, although he didn't know where he had provoked this very grumpy senior, but he didn't look at the seat beside him Did Ron turn pale with fright, and kept giving him winks, and I'll ask Ron what those winks mean in a moment... Harry at least felt the atmosphere that life-saving is important right now!

Sylvia's finger touched Harry's forehead a second time.

Harry felt the senior pointing right at his lightning-shaped scar, and suddenly there was a sharp pain on his forehead.

"Ah!!" Harry screamed, the pain was as if the senior had touched him not with a finger but with a red-hot iron bar, and then he lost consciousness.

Harry felt someone calling him, someone shaking his arm violently.

"Harry!" "Harry what's wrong with you?!"...that was the voice of Ron and Hermione.

Slowly opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, he squinted his eyes, and after recovering, he found that he was lying on the sofa... By the way, it was Sylvia who was sitting next to him and said that he would what to check for?

Harry sat up, touching the scar on his forehead, remembering that the last time he felt such sharp pain was when he faced Voldemort a few months ago.

"Potter," Senior Sylvia's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts, he turned his head, Senior Sylvia and Senior Camille had already sat back on the sofa opposite him, as for them Harry had no memory of when he left, so he passed out.

"Potter, when you go to Headmaster Dumbledore tonight, please tell him about what happened just now." Sister Sylvia looked very serious, completely gone from playing with Senior Camille just now. smile.

Sylvia turned to Ron and Hermione, "If you two are free, you'd better go with Mr. Potter."

Harry saw Hermione and Ron both nodding, worried looks on their faces.

"Could you please tell me what's going on!" Harry suddenly felt a little irritable, he was the one who felt the pain, and he was the one who fainted, why no one explained to him.

"When Syl touched your scar, you screamed and passed out." Senior Camille explained very succinctly, but she didn't say anything. Of course Harry knew this, so he turned his head to look at Syl again. Miss Via.

Sylvia sighed, "I'm not sure, Mr. Potter, I can only tell you that I just used a soul magic to check the soul, and then you passed out - this check, Salazar Instructors are usually used to regularly check for students whether their souls are injured and need to recuperate, you should know that the use of soul magic is often accompanied by damage to the caster, this magic is used in this way."

"Soul hurt? But I didn't..."

"I understand, so this is also where I worry and doubt. I happened to check that there is another soul that does not belong to you attached to your soul. It is a very tiny fragment. Before you can check it carefully, you screamed and fainted It's over."

"Soul, a soul fragment that doesn't belong to me...?!" Harry couldn't believe it, and Ron and Hermione also gasped, looking at Harry with pale faces.The only person they know so far who can be made to slice his own soul into pieces is 'the man' Voldemort.

"You mean...you mean, I have a piece of Voldemort's soul in my body?!" Harry asked in a dull tone.