Chapter 23： Snake voice, hardworking Hermione

"This is impossible!"

When Hermione relayed Felix's words to Harry and Ron, Harry argued in annoyance.

He doesn't want to admit that he has an ancestor who is proficient in mouse language!

Harry felt that he had a terrible first week of school. Driving over England, being locked up in confinement, forcibly touching porcelain by Lockhart, madly encountering photography enthusiast Colin, plus heavy Quidditch training...

And he was in confinement yesterday, and had to write back letters to Lockhart’s fans, one after another, endlessly, for four full hours!

This is not the worst. In Lockhart's office, he heard intermittent voices, "Kill you... tear... death..."

When he told them this morning, their expressions looked like he was finally crazy. And then Hermione volunteered to ask Professor Haipu, and the answer he got broke him a bit.

"That's not necessarily, man, I've heard similar rumors." Ron whispered. He took out a fat mouse from his pocket. The mouse looked a little languid. "You can try it. speak!"

Ron held Scab with both hands, and handed it to Harry, with anticipation in his eyes.

Harry had to lower his head and look at the mouse, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Shaban rolled his eyes and turned sideways not to look at him.

"Harry, don't speak human words! What you just said was human words." Ron said.

Harry: "..." Although I know what you mean, can I be more refined.

He tried a dozen more times, but the mouse did not respond at all, "No!" He was greatly relieved.

Fortunately, things did not go in the worst direction.

Hermione looked at the farce just now and reminded him: "Harry, Professor Haipu is just an example, there are other possibilities."

Ron had a different opinion, "Apart from the mouse, what else is in the castle? It can't be a bug, right?"

This kind of conjecture is even more terrifying. Harry shook his body, and he quickly used his brain, searching his stomach to change the subject.

"Maybe it's a snake!"

"Snake?"

Ron and Hermione calmed down, they looked at each other with weird expressions.

"You mean, you can talk to a snake?" Ron swallowed.

Harry didn't notice this, he was very excited now, and told about his experience of visiting the zoo and talking to a snake inside before entering school.

"A big python tells you that it has never been to Brazil?" Ron's voice was very weak.

"Does this have anything? I bet many people can do it! That is what Professor Haipu mentioned, that...talent!"

Ron did not speak, Hermione whispered: "Harry, talking to a snake is the hallmark of Salazar Slytherin. This ability is called Slytherin, so the symbol of Slytherin College is a snake."

"But I am not." Harry was a little dazed. But he suddenly remembered that when he was in the first grade sorting house, the Sorting Hat strongly suggested that he choose Slytherin College. Thinking of this, Harry shut his mouth tightly.

"It's okay, buddy." Ron pretended to lightly patted him on the shoulder. "Pure-blood wizards often intermarried with each other. Maybe you are Slytherin's great, great, great...grandson."

Seeing that Harry showed no signs of relaxation at all, he added in a low voice, "Really, if you really want to go into details, most of the pureblood wizard families can get along. Malfoy and I are still relatives."

"You and Malfoy?" Harry was shocked.

Ron shrugged, "There are such pure-blood wizards. It's normal to marry each other. To me, the true pure-blood is gone for a long time, and they can't be passed on now."

Harry finally calmed down.

"Harry, it's better not to tell the outside world about this." Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded, and would not say if he was killed, he didn't want to climb relatives with Slytherin.

And Hermione brought the topic back on track, "Since you are a snake-like voice, the sound you heard that day was probably a snake. Maybe it was moving along the gap in the wall."

In the concept of the little witch, a snake is at most the thickness of the wrist.

"But I heard it say death, killing, and tearing you apart."

"Maybe it was hunting at the time? You know, it was catching some mice, bugs, etc." Ron guessed.

There is no evidence, and the trio can only give up.

is not a big deal anyway!

"Hermione, how is your paper?" Harry asked.

"Oops!"

Hermione yelled and left quickly, leaving the two of them in a daze.

"Is Hermione silly reading books recently? I saw her in this state for the first time." Ron said.

Harry shrugged.

Library.

Hermione occupies a large table by herself. The table is full of thick books. In front of her is a piece of parchment, and she is struggling to write.

There are less than ten hours before the library closes, maybe I will stay up late today.

Come on, Hermione! She cheered for herself.

Up to now, she has tried her best to finish reading the twelve books. She only reads extensively, so she glanced through it. The content of the memory is not more than 50%, which is very different from her usual habits. She has not memorized it yet. .

For the essay, she must bear the pain and give up her reading habits. However, she has decided that when she finishes submitting the paper, she will review the book list and memorize all the contents.

She flipped through the pages of the book with a feather, and at the same time took down the appropriate arguments and arguments with a feather. She had a crazy attitude, and even Mrs. Pins walked past her several times without paying attention.

stayed until the library closed, she finally finished reading 16 books, took the remaining four, and the thick parchment, yawned and swayed back to the common room.

Tonight, she is going to pick up the lights and fight at night.

pushed open the door of the lounge, the other little wizards had already gone back, and there were two people left.

"Harry, Ron?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Hey, we didn't see you during dinner. I think you should have not gone. This is for you." Ron pointed to the table in front of him. The food was wrapped in parchment paper. The food was soaked. Layers of parchment paper oozes a smear of oil.

Hermione covered her mouth, and tried not to cry.

Harry said with a smile, "We can't help with the paper, that's all we can do Come on, Hermione, you are the smartest person I have ever known in my life."

Hermione nodded her head heavily.

The two left. Hermione opened the parchment paper. There were two pies inside. She gulped.

In the quiet lounge, she was the only one.

The next Monday, Hermione was in a trance all day. When practicing the transformation, she almost used Harry as the subject of transformation.

At noon, she had to go to the infirmary.

There was no class in the second part of the afternoon. She was going to finish reading the last two books-after a night, she had finished the thesis, but she always thought that she must finish reading the book, which might add something to her thesis New content.

But she was so tired, when Harry finished Quidditch training, he found Hermione asleep in the common room.

"Hermione, Hermione?"

"Harry?" Hermione opened her eyes sleepily, her hair getting looser and looking messy.

She woke up quickly and let out a scream, "What time is it, Harry, what time is it?"

"At half past eight, Hermione." Fred, who had also just finished training, replied, "I will never forget this **** Wood. On the first weekend of school, we train until eight o'clock. And from the second week on, he will be more Too much."

Wood's face was black, "I'm still here!"

Not only him, but the members of the Gryffindor team are there. They are covered in mud, and they are too tired to speak.

Hermione jumped up suddenly, ran out in a hurry, and then turned back after not taking a few steps, quickly sorted the parchment on the table, muttered words, and after confirming that it was correct, she pulled up her schoolbag and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Really a good girl who is hardworking and studious." The player Angelina commented.