Chapter 54: Stay Away From Hogwarts Snakes (Please Read)

Chapter 54: Snakes Away from Hogwarts (Please read~)

Every Slytherin has seen it.

But every Slytherin can't recognize it.

"There is no Slytherin's name in the Animagus registration book." Ron flipped through the book in his hand, not only did he not find the words "Salazar Slytherin", but he also didn't find "Godric Gryffindor".

"The Ministry of Magic was established in the 17th century." Hermione corrected his mistake, "and the Big Four were more than a thousand years ago."

Ron blushed, nodded heavily, and closed the book.

The following days.

Harry couldn't enter the Slytherin common room again. The Snake House was a little frightened and strictly examined every little wizard who went to the underground area, even Hufflepuff.

After all, the non-stop whirlwind spell affected the normal life of every little wizard.

In just a few days.

The badgers had several conflicts with the snakes. Unexpectedly, Slytherin didn't have much advantage, and even the more they fought, the weaker their momentum became.

Finally, they agreed on the boundaries.

With the kitchen as the boundary, Slytherin can interrogate young wizards who go beyond the kitchen area.

Hufflepuff said that they understand your concerns, but they cannot affect the kitchen, this is the bottom line!

Harry is not completely without a chance.

He targeted a Slytherin girl named "Tracy Davis" - a half-blood wizard in the same grade as himself, who grew up completely in the society of ordinary people and was at the bottom of the Slytherin contempt chain.

Being excluded and bullied.

No friends - if Hufflepuff is counted, there are still one or two.

So lonely that she even goes to the bathroom alone, Hermione will also drag Lavender and others, girls always have a strange habit of going to the bathroom together.

Harry tracked her and followed her into the bathroom.

Wait until she solves her personal problems and comes out of the cubicle.

"Axie!"

The sign is cast.

Get the answer to the question he cares about most, the new password - "Venom Fang".

He knocked her out with a Stunning Spell, took a strand of her hair, threw it into a brand new bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and drank it in one gulp.

It tasted different from Graham's.

Spicy, astringent, like gunpowder choking the throat.

Harry quickly turned into a little girl. He waved his wand, changed his robes, took off her glasses, put them on his face, and walked towards Slytherin.

No one cared about this half-blood little snake who had almost no presence.

He recited the password and entered the common room.

As soon as he stepped over, a whirlwind blew up his robes from bottom to top - Harry quickly covered it with his hand.

There was no booing around, everyone was doing their own thing in silence.

It didn't seem like bullying.

Was he guarding against the invisibility cloak...

Fortunately, he didn't act rashly and use the invisibility cloak to explore the way.

He held the book and walked to the corner, hiding his presence as much as possible, and looked at this underground common room that looked like an aquarium.

There were many paintings of snakes, four or five in total.

Which one was it?

Could it be that I want to steal them all?

Pretending to do homework for a while, Harry secretly got up and walked to the first painting.

Seven or eight snakes were twisting in the painting. They stared at a lion that was hunting and showing off its might with fierce eyes, and uttered a few sounds from their mouths - in Harry's ears, it was a complete sentence.

"Mrs. Morris is really real."

He was stunned for a long time before he realized that this might be the painter's idea. He injected his own thoughts into it. Maybe because he didn't understand snake language, he was a little free to do it.

Very good...

At least there is a way to distinguish.

Harry walked to the next snake painting. It was a giant python, with black and shiny scales, full of majesty, but from time to time he uttered a sentence from his mouth: "I was deceived. They said it was a veela, but they found me a goblin. It's worse than a troll!"

The life of painters is really interesting.

Until the fourth painting.

The drawing paper was occupied by the shimmering lake water, and the outline of Hogwarts Castle was vaguely seen in the distance. A slender green snake was slowly crawling away from the lake.

The moment he saw it, his intuition told him that this might be the portrait of "Slytherin".

According to the ancient rumor, in his later years, Slytherin disagreed with the other three giants and left the castle alone.

Harry moved closer.

In the portrait, the green snake said: "I am the great Salazar Slytherin. The snake speaker can inherit my legacy in Hogwarts. Go and search in the castle."

"Shout 'Open' to the immovable snake, and you can enter my secret chamber."

A snake claiming to be "Slytherin"?

Sure enough, it seems that this is the painting he is looking for.

Just in case, he checked the remaining few paintings.

"One hundred thousand Galleons, one hundred thousand Galleons!"

"I am the greatest painter among wizards. Monet said I can't do it. Ha, I don't know how he can paint after losing his eyes."

None of them are serious snakes.

Get the final result.

Harry returned to the table and started to do his homework seriously, taking a sip of Polyjuice Potion from time to time - Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall had assigned a lot of papers in his extra detentions, and he couldn't be perfunctory.

Until the curfew began.

The number of people in the Slytherin common room gradually decreased, but there were still three people squatting by the fireplace, apparently to keep watch in case the blind thief suddenly broke in again in the middle of the night.

Harry continued to wait.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The three of them felt sleepy and lay down on the chairs, dozing off.

Harry got up, took down the painting, stuffed it into his robe, put on the invisibility cloak, tiptoed carefully to the door, opened the door a crack, and slipped out.

On the way, he woke up the little witch who was stuffed in the bathroom.

In the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione and Ron were also waiting - strictly speaking, only Hermione was waiting, Ron had fallen asleep, and he was mumbling something, but it was no longer the law of transfiguration, but something related to spells.

The portrait was pushed.

Hermione couldn't see anyone, she tentatively said softly: "Harry?"

After a moment, a response came from her side: "It's me."

It was a girl's slightly childish voice.

"You..." Hermione looked in the direction of the voice and hesitated.

"The effect of the Polyjuice Potion hasn't ended yet." Harry replied without taking off the invisibility cloak.

"You turned into a girl?" Hermione was shocked.

"Well, it's easier to start with this identity."

"Have you found the portrait?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded: "Well, it's a bit too simple for Parseltongue."

It would be more troublesome without Parseltongue, but it can't be said that there is no clue at all...

But this talent that does not belong to him does bring him a lot of convenience.

He took out the portrait and spread it on the table.

A beautiful landscape painting.

"Where is Slytherin?" Hermione was a little confused.

"It's a small one in the lower right corner." Harry reminded.

A small green snake far away from Hogwarts, swallowing its tongue.

"Is this Slytherin?" Hermione was surprised, "One of the greatest wizards, his symbol in the painting is such a small one?"

"I'll go get the hat, wait for me." Harry walked away.

Not long after, he came back with the hat.

"I got the painting." Harry poked the Sorting Hat.

"You should let me sleep at this time." The Sorting Hat muttered, very dissatisfied.

"Then you need to have a brain that can provide you with sleep and rest." Harry pointed at the painting, "What is the second test?"

"What's wrong with your voice?" The Sorting Hat poked the tip of the hat and curiously poked around, trying to find the invisible Harry.

Harry reached out and patted it impatiently: "It's not important."

"Okay, if you are willing to take off your invisible cloak, I will tell you what the second test is." The Sorting Hat tried to bargain.

Harry patted the table lightly: "Listen, I have dealt with the bathroom a lot recently, and I don't mind taking you to deal with it again."

"This time Ron won't give you a bath."

Ron muttered: "Hey, I don't want a bath, give me lamb chops."

"Did you hear it?" Harry continued.

"Really." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Turn the painting over."

Hermione reached out and made a clattering sound.

But the back was empty, there was nothing.

Harry took out his wand and tapped it lightly: "Appear."

Ink slowly emerged from the blank area, branches and vines extended out, and soon formed a complex map.

"This is..." Hermione hesitated, it didn't look like a castle.

"It's the Forbidden Forest." Harry recognized it at a glance, although some places had changed drastically, "a map of the Forbidden Forest from a thousand years ago."

"The second trial, do you see the location marked in the Forbidden Forest?" The Sorting Hat sang, "Go through the Forbidden Forest and get that thing back."

The location of the treasure chest on the map was farther than the area Harry had explored so far.

You have to cross the territory of the Acromantula and walk nearly twice the distance.

"You are worthy of being a Gryffindor." Harry raised his eyebrows, nodded, and took off the invisibility cloak - the effect of the drug had worn off, and he could safely reveal himself.

The expectation in Hermione's eyes turned into disappointment in an instant.

She thought she could see the female version of Harry - even if it was someone else's face.

Harry didn't ask about the Chamber of Secrets.

That was Slytherin's treasure. Although he was somewhat interested, what if there was a magic in the inheritance that could detect "whether a Slytherin is a Slytherin", just like the Sorting Hat.

Let's wait until we get Gryffindor's inheritance before considering it.

He moved Ron back to the dormitory.

The next day, he wanted to be lazy in bed for the first time in a long time. After a lot of trouble, he finally solved the things that had been bothering him, which made him want to relax.

But often at this time, he would always be disturbed.

Professor McGonagall woke up every little lion.

"Last night, the Slytherin common room was robbed and a painting was lost." She cast a spell on herself so that everyone in the common room could clearly hear her serious voice, "Did anyone among you do it?"

"I really want to do this!" Fred shouted, "But professor, you know me, I don't have this ability."

"And if we can do it, Slytherin will not just lose a painting." George followed up.

Professor McGonagall glared at them: "This is not a joke, Mr. Weasley."

She paused and said: "I hope it wasn't done by any of you, and be careful of Professor Snape recently, he is very angry."

"Thank you for your reminder!" Fred applauded.

Professor McGonagall glared at them again: "Gryffindor deducts one point! Mr. Weasley, don't bring your habit of flattering Lockhart to me."

And...

Just keep the truth in your heart, why say it out loud?

Thanks to the book friend with the last number 0493 for the reward!

There will probably be no more today. I will continue with three updates tomorrow, and the last chapter will be updated extra.

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