Chapter 50： I want to learn Snake Voice

The three people walked out of the auditorium and followed a stone path in front of the door to a clearing.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark.

"What the **** is going on? Why are your attitudes so strange?" Harry freed their arms and asked angrily.

Ron glanced at him, "Harry, you are exposed."

"What—" Harry choked suddenly, and his internal organs were caught in great fear. "You mean, it's a snake-like thing?"

"We heard you just talking to the **** snake, in another language."

Ron's words made his heart fall continuously, and he desperately tried to find a reason for himself, "But, I am to save Justin's life! If it weren't for me to tell the snake not to attack him—"

"Is that what you meant?" Ron interrupted him.

"Of course! You are also here..."

"Man, your expression is a little scary...like you are giving it an order to encourage it to continue to attack or something."

Hermione said sadly, "Harry, I think... the possible reason is that Snakeman looks very evil. Your voice at the time was a hoarse hiss with a terrifying echo. Listen It's creepy."

"Professor Haipu said that Slytherin also used the snake-mouth talent to manipulate snakes without hesitation and let them serve him, so in the eyes of others, he is the image of a dark wizard."

On the other side, Felix approached Dumbledore at a later date, and the two talked for a long time.

"Felix... your sharpness surprised me. I will inform the portraits of the castle and the professors to work hard for a while. When the Christmas holidays, most of the little wizards will go home. At that time, the castle will be vacant. We A full search can be carried out..."

"Dumbledore, have you ever considered the question of Snake Voice?"

"Yes, maybe Snake Voice is the key to opening the secret room, but I think you can do it, Felix?"

"Of course. But, about the fighting club..."

Dumbledore was noncommittal, "If Professor Lockhart doesn't object, I have no opinion."

Lockhart will object? The duel club is already his.

Felix got up with satisfaction, took a few steps, he stopped suddenly, "IMHO, Principal Dumbledore, haven't you considered telling Harry Potter directly? He and his friends have been chasing the secret room all the time. clue."

Dumbledore fell into silence, "I'm not sure yet, Felix. Harry's serpentine voice reminds me of something, and I have to figure it out..."

……

That night, Harry turned over and over and couldn't fall asleep. Through the gaps in the curtains, he watched the snowflakes drifting across the castle windows, feeling blank.

He once again remembered the sorting hat's suggestion to him.

"I belong to Gryffindor." He said to himself emphatically.

Harry thought that this day was the second most difficult day of the school year (the first was the day Ron received the roaring letter from Mrs. Weasley), but he found out that he was wrong. The next morning, the news spread throughout Huo. Gwarts, everyone looked at him strangely.

As if in the next second, he would suddenly open his mouth full of fangs and bite off their heads in one bite.

For most of the afternoon, Harry hid in the underground abandoned classroom, watching Hermione make the compound soup with Ron.

Harry watched as Hermione threw bunches of amphoras into the cauldron. He suddenly remembered something, "Hermione, yesterday you said Professor McGonagall was looking for you, what's the matter?"

Ron raised his head and stopped dozing off.

Hermione’s expression suddenly came alive, and she happily announced: "My paper has finally been published."

Harry almost forgot about this incident. He was expecting it originally, but more than three months passed and the thesis was completely emptied from his mind.

"It's really weird that it took so long to publish," Ron said.

"That's because it took me more than two months to revise the paper, not to mention the time for review. They sent me a manuscript acceptance letter yesterday, a copy of the Daily Prophet, and a copy. The sample issue of "Who Determines the Ancient Magic Texts"-forwarded by Professor McGonagall."

The little witch was in a good mood. She pierced some leeches directly into the bottom of the pot and kept stirring.

"How are two newspapers?" Ron asked puzzled.

"The text of the paper was in the "Who Determines the Ancient Magic Text" magazine, but the "Daily Prophet" also reported this." Hermione squinted her eyes and said, she was very satisfied.

Both the "Daily Prophet" and "Who Will Determine the Ancient Magic Text" were carefully collected by her, and she prepared to take them home during the summer vacation.

After Friday, it finally came to the weekend.

On Saturday morning, the trio hid in a corner of the common room. Harry's mood became more irritable. He felt that everyone passing by him would look at him deliberately, and even his voice would suddenly drop.

But the attitude of the little wizards of Gryffindor is really not bad. Harry now walks out and can have the effect of clearing a corridor. Its deterrence is comparable to that of the castle administrator Mr. Filch.

This gentleman has been petrified because his cat is petrified, so he recently adopted a different strategy from the past-hiding in the shadows, waiting for the prohibited little wizard to deliver him by himself.

Relying on his familiarity with the castle, he caught three couples in a row who violated the prohibition and went into hiding for dating, making the little wizards of Hogwarts frightened.

Nearly noon, Professor McGonagall came to collect a list of students who stayed at school for Christmas. She would do this every year in the second week of December.

The three people found Malfoy's name on it, and they unanimously chose to stay in school.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Ron played wizard chess boringly, sighing from time to time.

Just when Hermione couldn't help but say something, an owl flew in and landed on her shoulder.

Hermione opened the letter on the owl's leg. It was a sticky note.

"It's a letter from Professor Haipu." She looked up at Harry and Ron, and said in a weird tone, "He invited Harry to his office with me tonight and said there was something important."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The three of them walked towards the Ancient Magic Office, and Ron suddenly asked, "Can I go too? I mean, Professor Haipu was looking for Harry..."

"You have asked it the third time. Professor Haipu mentioned you and said that if you are interested, he would be very welcome." Hermione said impatiently.

The three of them stood at the door, she knocked on the door, and then pushed in.

Professor Haipu was leaning on the table looking at a book, with a rare ironic smile on his face.

This kind of expression is not common Hermione quickly glanced at the title of the book, "Amando Dupete: Sea or Idiot?" "The author is Rita Skeeter.

The little witch discovered that there was a copy of the "Daily Prophet" beside the table. A photo of Principal Dumbledore was on the front page with the headline titled "Dumbledore's Great Mistake."

Her curiosity was immediately hooked, but Professor Haipu pressed the book onto the newspaper.

Hermione: "..."

"Professor Haipu, good evening." Harry greeted stiffly.

"Come on, you three, please sit down."

Felix was sitting on a sofa, opposite three little wizards.

"Professor, is there anything you want me to do?" Harry was nervous, don't talk about snake talk, don't talk about snake talk.

"Harry, you are a snake-like voice."

Harry: "..."

"Professor, I swear, I was not the one who opened the secret room. There is another snake tongue in the castle. He is the heir to Slytherin!" Harry yelled excitedly, and he almost burst into compound decoction and Marl. Blessed thing.

"Calm down," Felix summoned three glasses of orange juice with his wand, "No one said you opened the secret room."

"Then you find me—"

Harry was a little puzzled, but Professor Haipu on the opposite side motioned for the orange juice floating in front of him, so he took a sip from the glass.

Hermione and Ron also sipped them.

"The purpose of my looking for you is very simple, I want to learn your snake tongue."

"Puff!"

"Ahem!"

"Cough!"

"Professor, what did you say?" Harry felt incredible. If he could get rid of his snake-like talent, he was willing to pay any price. But now, some people take the initiative to learn the snake-and-guy style