The three of them walked out of the hall and followed a stone path in front of the door to an open space.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening and it was completely dark.

"What's going on? Why are your attitudes so strange?" Harry broke free from the two people's arms and asked angrily.

Ron glanced at him, "Harry, you're exposed."

"What--" Harry suddenly choked, and a huge fear gripped his internal organs, "You mean, about the Parseltongue?"

"We heard you just talking to the big black snake in another language."

Ron's words made his heart sink, and he tried hard to find excuses for himself, "But, I was trying to save Justin's life! If I hadn't told the snake not to attack him--"

"Is that what you meant at the time?" Ron interrupted him.

"Of course! You were there too..."

"Man, the way you spoke was kind of scary... like you were giving it orders, encouraging it to keep attacking or something."

Hermione said sadly, "Harry, I think... the possible reason is that Parseltongue looks very evil, and your voice at the time was a hoarse hiss, with a horrible echo, which sounded creepy."

"Professor Happ said that Slytherin was seen as a dark wizard in the eyes of others because he used his Parseltongue talent to control snakes and make them serve him without scruples." On

the other side, Felix found Dumbledore later, and the two talked for a long time.

"Felix... your sharpness surprises me. I will inform the portraits and professors in the castle to work hard for a while. During the Christmas holidays, most of the young wizards will go home. At that time, the castle will be much emptier. We can launch a comprehensive search..."

"Dumbledore, have you considered the issue of Parseltongue?"

"Yes, maybe Parseltongue is the key to opening the Chamber of Secrets, but I think you will find a way, Felix?" "

Of course. However, regarding the Fighting Club..."

Dumbledore did not comment, "If Professor Lockhart has no objection, I have no objection."

Would Lockhart object? The Dueling Club is already his.

Felix stood up with satisfaction, took a few steps, and suddenly stopped, "Excuse me, Headmaster Dumbledore, have you ever considered telling Harry Potter directly? He and his friends have been tracking clues to the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore fell silent, "I'm not sure yet, Felix. Harry's Parseltongue reminds me of something, I have to figure it out..."

...

That night, Harry tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He looked through the gap in the curtains, watching the snowflakes drifting through the windows of the castle, his heart was blank.

He once again remembered the advice given to him by the Sorting Hat.

"I belong to Gryffindor." He emphasized to himself.

Originally, Harry thought that this day was the second most difficult day of his school year (the first was the day Ron received Mrs. Weasley's howler letter), but he found out that he was wrong. The next morning, the news spread throughout Hogwarts, and everyone looked at him strangely.

It seemed that in the next second, he would suddenly open his fanged mouth and bite off their heads.

Harry spent most of the afternoon hiding in the abandoned classroom underground, watching Hermione brew the Polyjuice Potion with Ron.

As Harry watched Hermione throw bunches of amphora into the cauldron, he suddenly remembered something, "Hermione, you said Professor McGonagall wanted to see you yesterday, what's that?"

Ron raised his head and stopped dozing.

Hermione's expression suddenly became lively, and she happily announced, "My paper has finally been published."

Harry almost forgot about it. He was originally looking forward to it, but more than three months have passed, and the paper has completely cleared his mind.

"It's strange that it took so long to publish." Ron said.

"That's because it took me more than two months to revise the paper, not to mention the time for review. They sent me a manuscript acceptance letter, a copy of the Daily Prophet, and a sample copy of "Who Decides the Ancient Runes" yesterday - passed by Professor McGonagall."

The little witch was in a good mood. She poked some leeches directly into the bottom of the pot and kept stirring.

"Why are there two newspapers?" Ron asked puzzled.

"The main text of the paper is in the magazine Who Decides the Ancient Runes, but the Daily Prophet also reported it." Hermione squinted her eyes, and she was very satisfied with it.

She carefully collected the Daily Prophet and Who Decides the Ancient Runes, and prepared to take them home during the summer vacation.

After enduring Friday, the weekend finally came. On

Saturday morning, the trio hid in a corner of the common room. Harry's mood became more and more irritable. He felt that everyone who passed by him would deliberately look at him, and even the voice would suddenly drop.

But the attitude of the Gryffindor little wizards was really not bad. Harry could clear a corridor when he walked out now, and his deterrent power was comparable to that of Mr. Filch, the castle manager.

Because the cat he raised was petrified, this gentleman recently adopted a different strategy from the past - hiding in the shadows and waiting for the forbidden little wizards to come to him.

With his familiarity with the castle, he caught three couples who violated the ban and hid to date, which frightened the little wizards of Hogwarts.

Around noon, Professor McGonagall came to collect the names of students who would stay at school for Christmas. She would do this every second week of December.

The three found Malfoy's name on the list, and they all chose to stay at school.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Ron played wizard chess out of boredom, sighing from time to time.

Just when Hermione couldn't help but say something, an owl flew in and landed on her shoulder.

Hermione opened the letter on the owl's leg. It was a note.

"It's a letter from Professor Happ." She looked up at Harry and Ron, and said in a strange tone, "He invited Harry to come to his office with me tonight. He said there is something important."

Harry was a little dumbfounded.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The three walked towards the Ancient Runes Office, and Ron suddenly asked uneasily, "Can I go too? I mean, Professor Happ is looking for Harry..."

"You've asked for the third time. Professor Hep mentioned you. He said that if you are interested, he would welcome you." Hermione said impatiently.

The three of them stood at the door. She knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

Professor Hep was leaning over the table reading a book with a rare ironic smile on his face.

This expression was not common. Hermione quickly glanced at the title of the book, "Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot?" The author was Rita Skeeter.

The little witch found that there was also a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table. The photo of Headmaster Dumbledore was hung on the front page, and the headline was "Dumbledore's Big Mistake".

Her curiosity was aroused at once, but Professor Hep pressed the book on top of the newspaper.

Hermione: "..."

"Professor Hep, good evening." Harry greeted stiffly.

"Come on, you three, please take a seat."

Felix sat on a sofa, opposite three little wizards.

"Professor, what do you want to talk to me about?" Harry was uneasy. Don't mention Parseltongue, don't mention Parseltongue.

"Potter, you are a Parseltongue."

Harry: "..."

"Professor, I swear, I was not the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. There is another Parseltongue in the castle, and he is the heir of Slytherin!" Harry shouted excitedly, and he almost revealed the matter of Polyjuice Potion and Malfoy.

"Calm down," Felix summoned three glasses of orange juice with his wand, "No one said you opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"Then you came to me--"

Harry was a little puzzled, but Professor Happ on the opposite side pointed to the orange juice floating in front of him, so he picked up the glass and took a sip.

Hermione and Ron also took a sip.

"My purpose in looking for you is very simple. I want to learn your Parseltongue."

"Puff!"

"Cough cough cough!"

"Cough!"

"Professor, what did you say?" Harry felt incredible. If he could get rid of his Parseltongue talent, he would be willing to pay any price. But now, someone actually took the initiative to learn Parseltongue?