"Don't move, Clark, let me do it!"

In front of a bunch of terrified little wizards, Lockhart, who wanted to show off, shouted and raised his wand.

He waved his arms at the black snake threateningly, while chanting a spell in his mouth, trying to expel this summoned creature from nowhere.

"do not want!"

Clark remembered his always catastrophic magic and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Only a loud bang was heard. Not only did the black snake not disappear, but under Lockhart's magic, it swelled in a circle like a balloon in an instant, turned into a black giant python, and jumped up. how high.

Facing Lockhart's actions, he was provoked, hissing the core of his tongue, and stood up, as if he was ready to give Lockhart a sip at any time.

Lockhart was suddenly stunned, looking at the giant snake as tall as a man, he stepped back again and again, and almost fell.

Fortunately, Clark, who was standing behind him, stretched out his hand to help him, so that he would not be too embarrassed.

"Back up!" Clark waved his wand, pointed at the black giant snake, and glared at it forcefully.

In this gaze, Clark's psychic ability [Shock and Stun] and the newly acquired [Charming Monster] ability after he rose to level 6 were included.

The two kinds of abilities were mixed to cast spells. On the one hand, the hostility of the black snake to Clark was reduced, and on the other hand, it increased the danger of Clark. Under the superposition of the two, the black snake turned his head and looked at the magic that has been passing through. Malfoy driving it.

If the monsters summoned through the spell are too powerful and surpass the summoner by too much, they will backlash.

Under the icy gaze of the black snake, Malfoy was stunned, as if the mouse had been stared at by its natural enemies, and even forgot to escape.

Just as it pounced on Malfoy, Snape also blocked in front of the students of his own house, but just as he was about to deal with the black snake, another accident happened.

"Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"

Everyone heard Harry speaking to the black snake in a strange, snake-like hissing voice, as if performing some ancient and mysterious ritual.

Everyone held their breath, motionless, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly in the auditorium.

Then, a miracle happened, and everyone saw an incredible scene. The snake slumped on the floor instantly, as supple as a pile of thick and black hoses, but its eyes stared at Harry motionless, as if it was at any moment. waiting for his order.

What's going on here?

Harry looked up at Malfoy suspiciously, thinking that the other person's face should at least be relaxed, happy, or a little grateful.

However, all he saw was envy, jealousy, and resentment so strong that it couldn't be melted away, "Potter, what the **** are you playing?"

Harry just wanted to explain, but Snape didn't give him a chance. He waved his wand, and the black snake coiled on the ground disappeared into a plume of black smoke.

"Okay, the dueling club's activities are over today, I think you should go back to the dormitory and get into your bed."

At the same time, he looked at Harry with a special and meaningful look, "So do you, Mr. Potter."

"It's over, everyone go back." Clark took the lead and shouted.

The little wizards around also began to gradually disperse, but Harry vaguely realized that those people were still whispering ominously, and he didn't know what was going on.

He clearly saved Malfoy's life.

At this moment, he felt someone tugging at the back of his robe.

"Come on," Ron said in a low voice in his ear. "Come on... let's go..."

At this time, Clark also brought Hermione, Neville and others over, and walked out of the auditorium with the two of them.

However, a group of talents walked to the door, and a hurried footstep came from behind them. The next moment, the transfer student from Ilvermorny, Bruce Stewart, stood in front of Harry.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Stewart?" Clark asked.

However, Bruce Stewart said nothing, just stared at Harry with a strange look.

Different from the fearful or frightened eyes of other little wizards, Harry felt surprise, excitement, closeness, and a little hesitation in his eyes. In that way, it was as if he had met a relative he hadn't seen for many years, but he didn't. Dare to recognize.

"Mr. Stewart?" Clark asked again.

Bruce Stewart then came to his senses, shook his head and turned away.

"What a strange person." Ron groaned.

"Okay, leave him alone."

Clark looked at Bruce's back disappearing into the corner, combined with the other party's surname, but guessed something, but this is not the place to talk.

After only a short pause, they blocked the entrance to the auditorium. There was obviously room around, but when the little wizards saw Harry there, they avoided them like snakes and scorpions, daring not to pass by, as if they were afraid of getting into trouble. something like.

Several people hurried back to the Gryffindor common room, and there was no one in it, which was very convenient.

"You're a Parseltongue, why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked Harry impatiently as soon as he climbed into the doorway.

"Wait a minute, Ron." Clark thought more, looking at Ginny and Colin, "You two, it's getting late, go back to your dormitory to rest first."

Colin was very obedient, and turned around and climbed the stairs very obediently.

"Cousin!" Ginny wanted to struggle for a while, but Clark didn't give her a good face, just pointed his hand to the girls' dormitory, the little girl snorted angrily, stepped on the stairs deliberately, and walked up the stairs .

"Okay, now we can talk." Clark found a seat and sat down.

Harry stared at them for a while, "What?"

"Parseltongue!" said Ron. "You can talk to snakes!"

"I know," said Harry, "I mean, this is the second time I've done it."

"Second time! Have you ever shown this ability before others?" Neville looked surprised.

Harry didn't know why he was reacting this way, so he explained: "Yeah, I accidentally let a boa constrictor out at the zoo once, and the boa constrictor jumped at my cousin Dudley - this thing Long story short, the boa constrictor also told me that it had never been to Brazil..."

"A boa constrictor told you it hasn't been to Brazil!" Ron's voice sounded erratic, as if taken aback by his words.

"What's the matter?" said Harry. "I bet a lot of people here can do that."

The first thing he looked at was Clark.

"I can't do that." Clark shook his head. "Although I can control animals with magic, you are different. You are really communicating with them and making them obey you."

Neville added, "Yes, it's not an ordinary skill. Harry, it's bad."

"What's so bad?" Harry suddenly became impatient, feeling angry at the reactions of the crowd. "What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told the snake not to attack Malfoy—"

"No one cares about that," interrupted Clark. "And since Snape was there, Malfoy wasn't in any danger."

Ron also said, "Is that what you said to it? Why did you stop that snake? It's Malfoy it's going to bite."

"What do you mean? You were there...you heard me speak."

Harry felt very confused, he always felt that something was wrong in the middle. And Ron's next sentence told him the answer.

"I only heard you talking in Parseltongue," said Ron. "It was the language of snakes, and Clark and the others heard it."

"That's right!" Clark, Hermione, and Neville nodded together.

"So, we don't know what you were talking about, anything is possible.

Even because of the conflict between you and Malfoy, under the circumstances, listening to your voice was like you were egging on the snake.

It's creepy, unlike any language we've heard, you know? "

Harry stared at them in astonishment.

"I speak another language? But I didn't feel it at all at the time. It was like speaking normally. How could I speak another language without knowing it?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head.

Harry turned his gaze to Clark again, and Clark rubbed his chin for a while, "Maybe it's because Parseltongue is your gift."

"Talent?" Several people looked at him together, wanting to hear his explanation.

"In other words, it's instinct. Snake language is an instinct of yours. It's like our fingers will naturally retract when they touch the flame. This is a natural instinct that spreads in the blood, and it doesn't require you to take the initiative. to use."

Both Ron and Neville looked heavy-hearted when he finished.

Hermione sat on the sofa beside her without saying a word. She took out a book from the stack and flipped through it quickly, as if she was looking for something.

The atmosphere in the lounge gradually became solemn, as if someone had died.

Harry didn't understand what was so scary about it.

"Well, will you tell me what's wrong with preventing an ugly snake from killing Malfoy!"

He suddenly shouted, "If I had known this would be the case, I should have kept my mouth shut at the time, anyway, what does Malfoy's bad luck have to do with me."

"It's a big deal!" Hermione finally said.

She turned to a certain page of the book in her hand, placed it in front of Harry, and said in a low voice.

"Look here, being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's famous skill, he was the first ever known Parseltongue.

Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake. "

Harry opened his mouth wide and looked at the book in surprise.

"That's it, Harry."

Ron followed up and said, "Now, because of your performance in the dueling club, the whole school will think you are his great-great-great-great-grandson or something, especially now that the secret room has been opened, which is not good."

"But I'm not. It can't be the secret room I opened. You were all with me on those occasions."

There was an inexplicable panic in Harry's tone.

"I trust you, Harry!" Neville's voice was steady, which made Harry feel better.

"We all believe you, but you'll find it hard to prove it," Hermione said calmly, "Salazar Slytherin lived about a thousand years ago, from all we know. , you are likely to be his descendant."

"It's ridiculous, that's why everyone else avoided me just now."

Harry stood up abruptly and turned to look at Clark, who had not spoken, this was his only hope.

"Clarke, you don't think I'm Slytherin's heir, like them, or open the Chamber of Secrets or something? Help me."

Faced with Harry's plea, Clark shook his head. After all, among all the people, he was the only one who could really say that Harry was wronged.

"Relax, Harry! I'm not too surprised that you can speak Snake.

While Parseltongue is a very rare talent, it's not unique, there are many wizards outside of Slytherin and his descendants who can do it. "

"At this point, I'm going to correct you." Clark looked at Hermione.

"The earliest Parseltongue in the wizarding world should be the despicable Haierbo.

He is an ancient Greek dark wizard and one of the earliest dark wizards, but his existence is often accompanied by many dangerous dark magics, so there are few books about him today.

And if the scope of Parseltongue is expanded, then in many myths and legends of the Golden Age, there are also characters who can talk to snakes, such as the two legendary human ancestors, Adam and Eve.

Even in the Silver Age, some special professions have the ability to talk to snakes, so this is nothing unusual. "

Clark's words made Harry look reassured.

"Besides, even if there is a Slytherin descendant in the school, it shouldn't be you, Ron. Do you remember the story of the three Peverell brothers I told you last semester?"

After so long, Ron had forgotten what Clark said, but Harry kept it firmly in his mind and replied immediately.

"I remember!" Harry was reminded by him, and immediately reacted, "You once said that our Potter family is the descendant of the third of the three brothers, and the descendant of the second of the three brothers, and Slater Lin's descendants combined, evolved into... evolved into..."

"It has evolved into the Gaunt family among the twenty-eight pure-blood wizard families." Clark helped him with the answer, "So even if there is a real Slytherin descendant, it should be on the Gaunt family's side. "

"But there don't seem to be any students with the word 'Gaunt' in their names, right?" Neville asked curiously.

"No, there is," Clark said as a name none of them thought of, "Bruce Stewart!"