Chapter 147： Harry's confusion

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Chapter 147 Harry's Confusion

Harry's mouth made a hissing sound, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were gloomy. Even if he didn't want to think of Harry then, it's no wonder that it scared everyone.

"I was speaking in another language, the sound of a snake? I didn't say anything at all, didn't feel it, I just said to go back and let the snake back away." Harry was also terrified.

He couldn't imagine himself standing in the middle of everyone, his face sullenly calling out a snake, and he was holding a snake again. Such a scene is even more terrifying and eerie than the most evil Slytherin.

"It turns out that the descendants of Slytherin controlled the basilisk in this way." Harry suddenly understood how the descendants of Slytherin controlled the basilisk.

"Malfoy summoned the snake again today. His body is as soft and flexible as a snake. He saw that Harry was also a snake-like voice and the expression on his face was very strange." Hermione also recalled Malfoy's reaction at the time.

"Maybe you are also the great, great, great, and great-grandson of Salazar Slytherin. You and Malfoy are probably relatives." Ron said to Harry with a weird face.

"I won't be Malfoy's relative." Harry refused the possibility, it was crazy.

"It's hard to deny this possibility." Hermione said hesitantly, "Slytherin lived more than a thousand years ago, and the Potter family is also an ancient pure-blood family. Judging from all the information we currently understand, you Probably the offspring of Slytherin."

Harry was speechless and gave birth to a panic that was inexplicable and unexplainable.

"You didn't really manipulate the basilisk." Ron asked suspiciously.

"It's not funny at all." Harry said angrily, he was going crazy.

Suddenly, he became a snakeboy, a descendant of Slytherin, and maybe even Malfoy's brother. The classmates have already begun to believe that it is he who manipulates the basilisk and that he is attacking the students in the college. These are not funny at all.

At night, Harry could not fall asleep over and over, he was very awake and very sensitive. He could still hear Ron's breathing in the dormitory, and he remembered what had just happened.

There was darkness all around, snowflakes outside the window, and cold outside the quilt. Thousands of thoughts appeared in his heart, and a kind of loneliness emerged spontaneously.

Who is he? It was Harry, Potter, or Slytherin. He doesn't know who he should ask, he doesn't know anything about his family. The only thing he knew was the Dursley family who abused him every day. The fat, ugly, brutal Uncle Vernon and his stupid son Dudley Cousin. And that indifferent and crazy Aunt Petunia.

Hagrid once gave him a photo album containing pictures of his father and mother. At that time they were really young and full of spirits just like him. I wonder if they also have the same troubles as Harry, as if they have no parents or relatives.

"Am I really a descendant of Slytherin?" Harry thought with a bit of discomfort. "But I am Gryffindor."

But he quickly recalled, "The Sorting Hat was supposed to send me to Slytherin, but I got to Gryffindor at my request."

Thinking of this, he felt a little settled, "At least I have a choice. I am Gryffindor now and Gryffindor in the future. I hate the Dursleys now, and I will hate the Dursleys later. I. I hate Slytherin now, and I can continue to hate Slytherin in the future. No matter what **** they are, what a **** they are, what kind of dead relatives he is."

Thinking of this, Harry finally fell asleep full of heart, with a relaxed and happy expression on his face.

In the morning of the next day, the snowflakes floating in the night had turned into a violent blizzard, mixed with howling cold wind. Suddenly, the entire college became a country of ice and snow.

The last herbal medicine session of this semester was cancelled because of this. Professor Sprout needed to put warm clothes on all her mandrakes, put on socks and scarves to prevent them from getting sick due to the cold.

Herbs can also get sick, which sounds awkward. But thinking about it, trees will freeze to death, which is not surprising.

Now the mandela grass has become the center of gravity in the academy, and the rescue of Mrs. Loris and Colin Creevey who were petrified by the basilisk are all counting on it. Professor Sprout didn't dare to give such a heavy matter to others, she would do everything herself.

Harry sat boredly in the Gryffindor lounge, burning by the fire, a little irritable. Ron and Hermione were playing a kind of magic chess, and they were about to fight.

Ron has been interested in playing chess since he was a child. After all, Weasley's family is tight, and it is difficult for him to have any toys.

At this time, draw a few lines on the ground and write a few words on paper. One of the simplest and cheapest toys, a magic chess is made. This thing that the rich don't like at all can make the poor children enjoy it. This is the few games and entertainment in Weasley's family Ron is one of the best.

He controlled a bishop, threw Hermione's knight off the horse, and threw it off the chessboard. Hermione's chess pieces were gone.

"Damn it, obviously my calculation ability is far more than yours." Hermione was a little mad, she had lost several consecutive games. Knowing that dào shouldn't play magic chess with Ron, she regretted it.

"Unless your computing power can catch up with George, or you just want to beat me by calculation alone, you are still too naive, hehe." Ron let out a wicked smirk. It is not easy to beat Hermione in a project. .

"I'm out for a stroll." Harry felt a little frustrated in the lounge. Ron and Hermione were playing together again. He was weird alone, so he just went out for a stroll.

"Be careful, and remember to bring your cock." Ron and Hermione continued to worry on the chessboard without looking back.

"I don't know if the dào basilisk will hibernate." Harry whispered. It was actually quite safe during the day, after all, there would be students and teachers walking around.

Snakes need to hibernate, and hope that the basilisk also needs to hibernate, so that at least everyone can safely wait until the mandela grass matures.

Harry crawled out of the portrait hole and went outside.

Thick cumulus clouds obscured the gloomy sky, and large swaths of snow fell from the sky. A cold wind blew Harry into a shiver, and even made him think of going back.

"It's all here." He tightened his sleeves to block the air leak, and tremblingly passed a classroom that was in class. He heard some yelling coming out of it. It was Professor McGonagall who was reprimanding a student. The student shook his hands so badly that he turned his friend into a badger.

(To be continued.)

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