Chapter 37: Parseltongue

The auditorium was filled with the screams of the little wizards.

Many students were frightened and fainted, and even Snape turned pale.

Of course, Snape wasn't afraid of a snake that was looking like a big dragon. Being able to be affected by the Expansion Curse proves that the snake itself is not a magical animal and does not have much magic resistance. It only needs a magic spell to kill it.

But now that there is such a huge commotion, what should the little wizards do if they are injured?

He couldn't help but resent Flint,

This useless idiot, who taught him to use the expansion spell on summoned objects?

But at this moment, Flint had been knocked unconscious by the big snake he had conjured.

"Calm down!"

Snape had to add a spell to his voice so that it could reach the ears of every young wizard.

This was probably the only time in his life that he spoke so loudly that Harry felt like his ears were filled with Snape's voice, which made him sick for a while.

"Ginny, run!" Ron's face was full of panic.

He, Percy, and the twins wanted to rush forward and pull Cyrus back, but the little wizards were all running away in every direction.

Almost a thousand people were crowded together like the offshore tide that took them farther away.

Hermione was completely panicked. She didn't know what to do, and her mind went blank until Harry called for her.

"Send me there, Hermione!"

Harry's voice rang in her ears and she glanced at him.

"What?"

"Send me to Ginny!" Harry shouted anxiously.

"Send you there.. but, how?"

"Use the Levitation Charm on my clothes." Harry quickly came up with an idea.

"Okay, I get it!" If Hermione had been calmer, she would have thought that instead of sending Harry there, it would be better to bring "Ginny" over directly.

But now she couldn't think clearly and could only passively follow the instructions.

Fortunately, she hasn't forgotten the spell yet.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

As Hermione raised her wand, Harry immediately felt as if his clothes were caught on something and flew up with him.

His field of vision suddenly became higher.

He loved to see Hermione's panicked face and saw Ron who was originally with them but was squeezed away. He tried desperately to get closer to Ginny but was tripped by Draco. George and Fred were mixed with Lee Jorden and Wood.

Percy's physical strength was not very good. Harry only saw his face struggling and being drowned by the crowd...

Harry quickly felt himself spinning, and then he was slammed onto the stage, between Ginny and the giant black snake.

"Harry?"

"Potter?"

Cyrus and Snape made surprised sounds at the same time.

"Why are you here, Harry?" Cyrus asked calmly.

"I -" Harry wanted to speak, but his hand was sprained when he fell to the ground, and the pain made him gasp.

"Don't move! Harry, Weasley - let me do it -" Snape took a step forward, his heart hanging, fearing that Harry and Cyrus' little move might offend the big snake.

He didn't dare to directly cast a spell to kill it.

Even if the poisonous snake was dead, it was still dangerous. Even if it only had one head, it could bite through a person's body with its fangs!

But Harry felt that he could listen to the big snake's words.

He can talk to snakes!

He took a step forward without thinking much, his eyes looking directly at the black snake.

Cyrus looked at Harry's little back and could see that Harry himself was actually very scared. But Ginny Weasley was his best friend's sister, so he could risk his life to save her.

Of course, Cyrus didn't need his help: "Harry, you don't need—"

But Harry had already opened his mouth and made a hoarse, terrifying sound——

The Great Hall suddenly fell silent, which was much more effective than the amplifying spell Snape had used.

The huge black snake suddenly became quiet, leaned over, and put its head on Harry's chest, looking so docile.

"It's okay, Ginny..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and touched the black snake's head, and then turned his head.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong. A thousand people in the entire auditorium stared at him in horror.

"What's wrong?"

Harry looked confused.

But before anyone could respond to him, Cyrus grabbed his wrist and jumped off the stage with him.

"What's wrong?"

"Stop talking and leave!" Ron rushed over quickly and grabbed Harry's other hand, and Hermione quickly followed.

Wherever they passed, everyone quickly made way. They looked away from Harry almost as if they were seeing the snake itself.

They were silent all the way until they rushed from the first floor to the tower and arrived at the empty Gryffindor common room.

Ron then asked:

"You're a Parseltongue. Why didn't you tell us?"

"What am I?" Harry didn't understand, but he obviously realized something was wrong.

"Parseltongue!" Cyrus pretended as if it was the first time he knew such a surprising thing, "You can talk to snakes!"

"I know," said Harry, "I mean, this is the second time I've done it. One time at the zoo, I accidentally let a python out, and the python said something to my cousin and pounced on, Ugh - it's a long story. At that time, the python told me that it had never been to Brazil, so I unknowingly let it out. I didn't mean to. At that time, I didn't know that I was a wizard..."

"You met a big python and the big python tells you that it has never been to Brazil?" Ron asked in a weak voice.

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

"You're wrong, Harry," Cyrus shook his head. "There are very few people who understand the language of snakes. Very few, and very poorly."

"Why are you guys making it a big scene?" Harry asked, "If I hadn't told the snake to quiet down, it might have attacked you!"

"Oh, that's what you said to him?"

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

"We couldn't understand. I heard you speaking in Parseltongue, the language of snakes. It could have been anything you said. It sounded like you were egging on the snake. It was creepy. , you know?" Cyrus said.

He certainly has this ability, but unlike Harry, he has more control over Parseltongue.

"Of course, I know you would never harm anyone, but the students... they don't think so." Ron said.

Harry stared at him dumbfounded: "I spoke another language? But - I didn't realize - how could I speak another language and not know it?"

Ron shook his head. Both he and Hermione looked heavy-hearted as if someone had died. Harry didn't understand what could be so terrible.

"But even if this is the case, so what? You believe me, this is enough. You know that I intend to save you, right?" He said to Cyrus, "In this case, why does it matter if I can talk to snakes, wasn't that a good thing?"

"It's very important," Hermione finally lowered her voice, "because Salazar Slytherin is famous for being able to talk to snakes. Therefore, the symbol of the Slytherin school is a snake."

Harry's mouth dropped open.

"That's right," Cyrus said.

"Now, everyone in the school will think that you are a descendant of Slytherin, maybe his great-great-great-grandson or something... and being a descendant of Slytherin they will think that you are the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"But I'm not," Harry said. He had a panicked expression.

"You'll find this hard to prove," said Hermione. "He lived about a thousand years ago; from all we know, it's likely that you are his descendant."

"Not to mention -" Cyrus looked into Harry's eyes and pursed his lips, "Not to mention, rumors never require your consent."

Harry was immediately struck by a silent force.

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