Chapter 131 Parseltongue (Modified)

When Professor Lockhart raised Alan's hand and announced the result, the cheers of the Ravenclaw wizards resounded through the auditorium.

"We added fifty points! We added fifty points!"

"There is no score that Alan can't get!"

Following Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick's departure, the little wizards left the auditorium talking and gesturing.

"Congratulations, Alan!" Two voices sounded at the same time, it was Malfoy and Potter.

When the two of them found that they and the person they hated the most said the same thing at the same time, they both snorted coldly at the same time and looked in other directions.

Allen couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: "Fortunately, being a rotten girl is not popular among Hogwarts witches."

"It's wonderful, it's really outstanding! Alan, you have my demeanor. I think you will become a star wizard who is popular in the magic world in the future, just like me!" Lockhart smiled exaggeratedly , wanting to drag Allen to his side so that he could take a group photo.

But Allen was not Harry, he was as steady as a rock, motionless under Lockhart's pull. Lockhart didn't pull Alan, but almost threw himself over.

Allen looked at Lockhart innocently. Professor Lockhart adjusted his hat, stood next to Allen, and showed his classic smile with all his white teeth.

Allen followed his gaze and understood the reason why Lockhart did this - Colin Creevey held up the camera and was snapping pictures of Lockhart, Harry and Allen.

Allen felt that if Gryffindor hadn't had Harry, the savior who defeated the mysterious man, Lockhart's most beloved student would have been Colin Creevey.

Professor Lockhart and Colin Creevey, one is keen to appear under any lens, and the other has a strong love for photography. The two of them together are like a teapot matching a teacup... "Huh? I myself was rotten just now under the influence of Harry and Draco?"

Lockhart did not know where to find his new book - "I Can Be Magical", and then pulled out a gorgeous quill from the magic robe, and signed his name on the cover of the book .

Seeing the surprised eyes of Allen and the others, he tilted his head a little, blinked his eyes, and forced to be cute, "You know, a famous person like me must carry a quill at all times, because it is very likely that he will have a quill anytime, anywhere. sign!"

Harry was stunned, but Lockhart clearly read his expression as envy.

"Come on, don't be like me now, I think it's a little early for you to have quills all the time, and you'll have plenty of time when you're older. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking!" he said lightly, Anyway, he is already an internationally renowned great wizard!"

Lockhart handed the signed book to Alan, and then smiled at Colin, "Congratulations, Alan! I know, this is not as good as winning the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row Beautiful, but it's a start, Ellen, a start."

He winked at Alan and the others kindly again, and walked away with square steps. The three of Alan were left looking at each other.

Allen felt that Lockhart had once again refreshed his level of shamelessness. Allen looked down at the book in his hand, and Lockhart on the cover was smiling at him with his big white teeth bared.

Allen turned the book over and handed it to Penello who came over to congratulate him.

"Huh? This is..." Penello just wanted to congratulate Allen when a book was stuffed in his hand. She flipped through the pages, looked at the gaudy signature on the title page with disgust, and closed the book.

"Thank you, Alan. Although I don't admire those Professors Lockhart, but this is your trophy, which has a special meaning, and I will keep it well." Penello hugged the book in his arms, turned and left , just bumped into George and Percy who were walking over.

Penello snorted coldly, and walked past his defeated opponent arrogantly.

George watched in bewilderment as she wriggled away.

Percy couldn't help but clutched his chest. Although Professor Flitwick had already lifted the spell for him, his chest was still aching after being hit by Penelope's curse many times.

Percy's heart was beating wildly and uncontrollably. Percy thought he'd better go find Madam Pomfrey later, because he must have been hit by the curse too many times and left behind the aftereffects.

While Percy was in a daze, Alan and George were watching Malfoy and Harry arguing with great interest.

These two groups of people are like natural enemies, and they can't understand each other. And today, Malfoy was particularly displeased with Harry.

"Don't think you are a Parseltongue, you are the heir of Slytherin. Our heir of Slytherin will definitely not be a crude and reckless Gryffindor. We will wait and see!" Draco was mixed with anger Jealous, he leaves the auditorium with Goyle and Crabbe.

But obviously Harry didn't understand him. "What am I?" Harry asked.

"Parseltongue, Harry. You can talk to snakes." Alan kindly explained to Harry.

"What does that have to do with Slytherin? Talking to snakes, many people should be able to do that," said Harry.

"They can't! Because being able to talk to snakes is a famous ability of Salazar Slytherin. Therefore, the symbol of the Slytherin school is a snake." Hermione said in a low voice from the side.

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Exactly," said Ron, "now the whole school is going to think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something..."

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!" said Harry. He had a panic that he couldn't explain.

"You'll find that hard to prove," said Hermione. "He lived about a thousand years ago; from all we know, you're likely to be descended from him."

There was helplessness and bewilderment in Harry's eyes.

"Actually, Harry, there's nothing wrong with having an extra skill, is there? It's like a sword. It's sharp, but it's all in the hands of people. It's good or bad, it depends on whose hands it's held in. kill people, good people use it to save people."

Alan, who also did not dare to reveal his identity, had no choice but to pat Harry on the shoulder, "Although Parseltongue is a famous skill of Salazar Slytherin, it does not mean that you are his heir. Those who can speak Parseltongue are not only Salazar Slytherin alone, maybe your ancestors had wizards who spoke Parseltongue!"

Harry looked much better, yes, he clearly knew that he was not the one who released the monster in the Chamber of Secrets, he had never been in the so-called Chamber of Secrets.

"I once released a boa constrictor trapped in a zoo, and, today, I told that snake not to attack Justin—" Harry tried his best to prove that he was not an evil person, but a good person.