Owl Post And Floo Powder

As Sherlock said, the students at Hogwarts have taken the fact that Harry is Parseltongue as a vent because of their long-term tension and depression.

In just one noon, the events of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread throughout the entire castle, and everyone's eyes on Harry became strange.

Even the Gryffindor students have listened to the rumours, and their attitudes toward him have obviously changed.

At noon, Harry's roommate Dean walked up to him in horror.

"I'm sorry Harry! I accidentally dropped the bread on your bed the other day, I hope you don't hold me against me, I didn't mean to!"

Harry had a stinky face and didn't want to look up at him at all.

This experience has happened many times since he came to the Great Hall.

Many people who felt that they had offended him before came to apologize to him, hoping that he would forgive them and not want to be the next target of attack.

"Why can't they use their brains? Am I like that kind of person?"

After Dean left, Harry finally asked Ron and Hermione intolerably.

Ron drank the pumpkin juice in the cup and shrugged.

"Now you can see who is the true friend who trusts you the most."

Hermione comforted.

"Actually, as Professor Forrest said, they use you as a vent. When the people who were attacked in the school hospital wake up, they will know the truth."

Harry's mood didn't improve much because of her words. He irritably smashed the sausages on the plate with his fork.

I don't know when Neville looked nervous and found him carefully.

"I, I have something I want to tell you, Harry."

Harry said impatiently.

"You don't need to apologize to me, Neville! You didn't offend me! I'm not a descendant of that Slytherin, nor have I ever opened the Chamber of Secrets and let the monsters in it come out and hurt anyone!"

"No, I am not..."

At this moment, George and Fred both sat next to Harry with excited faces and pushed Neville away, who had gathered great courage and wanted to say something to Harry.

"I heard that you became a descendant of Slytherin, Harry!" George said excitedly as if he thought it was some kind of fun.

Hermione looked at Neville's panicked back and said dissatisfiedly.

"You scared Neville away, he just wanted to say something to Harry."

Fred waved his hands indifferently.

"He was trying to apologize to Harry and let Harry save him from death. We were there when we heard Harry was Parseltongue just now. You didn't see his expression when he heard that Harry was the heir."

The twins looked at each other at this time.

"With such a distinguished status, you need a special pomp!"

"We are going to be your attendants, the great Slytherin descendant!"

Looking at George and Fred as if they were going to take Harry's pain and make some tricks, Ron said with a frown.

"That's not funny at all!"

But George and Fred have left happily, preparing props and rituals.

Harry didn't care about George and Fred's jokes.

"At least they're not afraid of me, aren't they? They probably just want to tell the whole castle in this way that the identity of the Slytherin descendant is as ridiculous as this joke."

After the Weasley twins made such a fuss, Harry's mood was also relieved.

Anyway, as long as the professors don't think he's the murderer, then what other people think doesn't matter so much.

The days passed like this.

There has been no attack at Hogwarts since Harry was identified as the heir of Slytherin.

The person who really opened the chamber seemed to have disappeared from the castle and never appeared again.

Harry gradually became accustomed to other people's cautious attitude towards him. He and Ron had imagined together more than once how he would accept the apology of these people generously when the truth came out.

Neville hadn't seen Harry since that time in the Great Hall.

Until a Saturday in February, a day off for students and professors.

Instead of grading homework in the office or going to the library to study advanced magical knowledge, Sherlock dressed neatly and walked out of Hogwarts Castle.

Because the coldest weather in January has just passed, the UK is still cold and windy in February.

With the knitted hat on his head that Professor McGonagall gave him at Christmas, and the thick robe wearing a sweater that Mrs. Weasley knitted for him, Sherlock still felt little cold on the way to Hogsmeade.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the streets of Hogsmeade, and most of them hid in the Three Broom Sticks or the Hog's Head Bar, enjoying warm butter beer and the warm fire.

But the destination of Sherlock's trip was not a bar He went all the way to the other end of Hogsmeade, where stood the only official institution of the Ministry of Magic "Owl Post Office" in the entire wizarding town.

After entering, a listless receptionist entertained him and asked him where to send the letter.

However, Sherlock took out two sickles directly from his pocket.

"I'm going to use the fireplace."

The young wizard at the front desk suddenly lost the desire to stand up from his chair.

He glanced at random, and after confirming that Sherlock had given enough money, he pointed to the back room of the post office.

"The fireplace is in the house. When using floo powder, remember that a small amount is enough. There are always people who think that this amount of money can use half of the powder. I am the one who will be punished for over usage... "

He muttered, but he didn't get up to follow Sherlock to supervise how much Floo powder he used.

Sherlock walked into the room with the fireplace alone.

The fire was burning brightly, making this small space warm and not feel the slightest cold outside.

He squeezed out a small amount of green powder from the small box above the fireplace, sprinkled it into the fire, and at the same time clearly said a place name.

"Andrew Cavill's cabin."

The orange-yellow flame soon turned dark green, and then Sherlock tapped his face with his wand, made a simple change to his eyebrows and hairstyle, and took out a piece from his pocket. A pair of gold wire glasses were worn on his face.

His whole temperament suddenly changed, from a cold-faced handsome guy to a wizard who looks like a capable secretary in the Ministry of Magic.

After the preparations were completed, Sherlock walked into the fireplace, and the next moment, he disappeared into the fire.

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Editor: #15

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