thefictionvixens Chapter 75 The students play around and ask for nicknames
Chapter 75 The students play around and ask for nicknames
Chapter 76 The students play around and ask for nicknames
Harry claimed to know Parsley, which startled Ron and Hermione so much that they almost fell over.
It should be noted that the ability to speak with snakes is a unique and powerful skill passed down through the Slytherin lineage. Harry, of course, is a disciple of Gryphon, so how could he have learned such a Slytherin ability?
"Harry, are you serious?" Ron asked in surprise. "But how come you speak Parsley?"
Harry sighed, "To get to the bottom of this, we have to start with that scoundrel Voldemort."
He recounted in detail what Dumbledore had said in the headmaster's office that day.
Upon hearing that Voldemort's remnant soul resided in the scar on Harry's forehead, Ron and Hermione turned pale with fear.
Hermione frowned, pondering for a long time. No matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't find a single spell to strip away a soul.
Ron also worriedly asked, "If a fragment of the Mystic's soul is inside you, won't he possess you like he possessed Quirrell?"
Harry said, "The professor had anticipated this, and specially sent Snape to instruct me on how to practice Occlumency."
"However, these past few days, Snape has claimed to be busy and I don't know what he's up to in secret."
The three walked and talked all the way to the principal's office. When they reached the door, the two stone beasts with dripping spouts saw Little Tai Sui coming with a knife and quickly dodged to the sides.
Hermione, who was about to recite the command, was stunned, the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them.
So it turns out you can enter without having to recite a password to the stone statue?
Harry burst through the door, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Professor, is there any great news you have to share?"
Dumbledore heard the loud shout but said nothing. He simply opened the drawer, took out a bottle of potion for treating headaches, and took a few sips.
Good afternoon, Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"What do you three little wizards want with me?"
Before Ron and Hermione could greet each other, Harry said, "Professor, enough with the formalities. Is there any news about the Chamber of Secrets?"
Seeing Harry's hasty arrival, Dumbledore assumed he was there to press and interrogate him, and carefully said, "Harry, I'm not saying we won't look for the Chamber of Secrets, but nothing is guaranteed to happen..."
Although the White Demon King was not involved in the political intrigues of the Ministry of Magic, he had learned a lot of witty banter from the Hogwarts board of directors over the years.
Ron was completely bewildered by Harry's evasive answers, utterly confused. Having been around Harry for so long, he'd picked up a bit of his own impatience and couldn't help but shout.
"Professor Dumbledore, we wanted to tell you that we've found out about the Chamber of Secrets!"
Dumbledore was slightly surprised. "Where did you get this information from?"
Harry said, "It's that scoundrel, Bloody Barrow."
He recounted everything that had happened in the Great Hall at noon that day, until Dumbledore had finished the potion in his hand, yet his head still ached.
"Oh, Harry...you're even more of a nuisance than Peeves."
"The ghosts of Hogwarts all have some connection to the Twenty-Eight Families..."
Dumbledore sighed, having no choice but to put his thoughts aside for the time being. He snapped his fingers again, and four or five house-elves popped out of the office with a few "poof" sounds.
Each of them had pointed ears and big eyes, was less than three feet tall, and was wrapped in a tattered tea towel, just like the other two.
Harry was surprised when he saw this and thought to himself: Does Hogwarts also have a family that keeps elves?
The house-elves gathered together, and Dumbledore recounted Harry's important words to them.
After giving his instructions, he repeatedly emphasized, "The cleaning and sanitation work in the castle can be slowed down; the main focus should be on finding the secret room."
"Please rest assured, Professor Dumbledore!"
"Oh! Professor, how can I slow down the cleaning work? I can sleep two hours less!"
"Great! We have so much more work to do!"
These house-elves chattered erratically for a moment, then bowed, snapped their fingers, and disappeared.
"They are incredibly motivated, and no one is better suited to find the Chamber of Secrets than them," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I have done all I can; now we can just wait patiently."
Harry cupped his hands in greeting and said, "I await your good news, Professor."
Having said that, he took his leave, intending to trouble you further.
They had only taken a few steps when Dumbledore suddenly spoke up, "Sage Peverell, please wait a moment."
Harry found it strange and turned around to ask, "Professor, are you calling me?"
"Um... Professor Dumbledore, do you enjoy reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" Ron asked suspiciously, "You were just talking about the legend of the three brothers?"
Readers, have heard that this "Tales of Beedle the Bard" is a primer for wizards, much like the Muggle world's "One Thousand and One Nights," a bedtime story to lull children to sleep. Ron has heard it from Mrs. Weasley since childhood, and he knows it by heart.
Upon hearing Dumbledore utter the name Peverell, memories of the Deathly Hallows, Death's dealings with the three brothers, and so on immediately flooded his mind.
Dumbledore blinked. "Ah, it just occurred to me that I grew up reading those stories too."
He found an excuse to scare the three away, then took off his glasses and pondered to himself.
Gail must have guessed wrong; Harry isn't the reincarnation of some ancient wizard...
So where did he get such a big grudge from?
The White Demon King pondered the matter deeply, but still couldn't fathom the mystery. He could only suppress his doubts and use a teleportation technique to deal with the blood-man Barrow's self-inflicted humiliation.
It should be noted that Harry's scolding was a victory achieved without bloodshed or a fight.
The students of the Slytherin school usually thought that Blood Man Barrow was a cunning and wicked man, and he also showed great respect for him.
Seeing how spineless he was, willing to grovel before Harry, and how disgracefully he died, we are ashamed to be associated with him and want to expel him from Slytherin.
This extraordinary story spread like wildfire, causing a dramatic upheaval at Hogwarts in just a few days.
Not only were the senior students eager to learn, but even those who had already graduated and started families were also itching to do so. They wrote letters and sent them to the school by express courier to inquire about the matter from their younger siblings, nephews, and nieces.
Moreover, Colin had a silver tongue; he would go from place to place, telling everyone he met about the Scarface's miraculous exploits, embellishing them and making them sound incredibly exaggerated.
In no time, Harry's name, Scarface, resounded throughout the four houses, and even the rats in the cellars knew about it.
The two Weasley twins were both mischievous and playful. Upon hearing the nickname, they were seized by a playful impulse and followed suit, each adopting their own.
One called himself a mischievous devil, and the other called himself a troublemaker.
When introducing themselves, they no longer use their given names, but only their nicknames.
Everyone was eager to show off their style. Harry's loud nickname was like a blazing fire. Fred and George followed suit, and Colin whispered in their ear, fueling the fire even more fiercely.
For a time, Hogwarts was as if under a spell. The students from the four houses neglected their studies and the profound spells, racking their brains to earn a great and earth-shattering reputation.
In just a few days, the score in the fourth division plummeted, almost reaching double digits.
Professors McGonagall, Snape, and others were furious and wished they could arrest all these students and put them in solitary confinement.
Lockhart, however, was overjoyed and went to Dumbledore to apply for some kind of club, hoping to compete with him for a resounding reputation while he was working at Hogwarts.
During class, he held up Dumbledore's letter of approval and exclaimed, "Young wizards, do you see this letter in my hand? Professor Dumbledore has approved my opening of a dueling club!"
"I know many of you want to give yourselves a nice nickname, but kids, you can't cause trouble in the castle."
"Look at Harry, he killed a troll—of course, I've killed quite a few too, and I've also killed yetis, vampires, goblins, werewolves..."
Lockhart rattled off these details with great familiarity, but the students were all growing weary. Draco raised his hand and exclaimed, "Excuse me, Professor!"
"What are the rewards for joining the dueling club you mentioned?"
"Of course, my dear Draco," Lockhart grinned. "The winner will receive the Unrivaled Champion Medal!"
P.S.: I wrote a small 500-word post today. Little by little, I'll write more tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)