"That's not possible!"

Harry argued angrily after Hermione relayed Felix's words to Harry and Ron.

He didn't want to admit that he had an ancestor who knew mouse language!

Harry felt that he had a terrible first week of school. He was detained for driving across England, was hit by Lockhart, and had a crazy encounter with photography enthusiast Colin, plus heavy Quidditch training...

and he was detained yesterday, and had to write back to Lockhart's fans, one after another, endlessly, for a full four hours!

This was not the worst. In Lockhart's office, he heard intermittent voices, "Kill you... tear you apart... die..."

When he told the two of them about this this morning, their expressions were like he had finally gone crazy. Then Hermione volunteered to ask Professor Hep, and the answer he got made him a little collapsed.

"That's not necessarily true, man. I've heard similar rumors." Ron whispered. He took out a fat rat from his pocket. The rat looked a little listless. "You can try and talk to Scabbers!"

Ron held Scabbers in both hands and handed it to Harry, looking expectant.

Harry had to lower his head and look at the rat. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Scabbers rolled his eyes and turned his body away from him.

"Harry, don't speak human language! What you just said was human language." Ron said.

Harry: "..." Although I know what you mean, can you be more polite.

He tried more than a dozen times, and the rat didn't react at all. "No!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, things didn't go in the worst direction.

Hermione looked at the farce just now and reminded him: "Harry, Professor Hepp is just giving an example, there are other possibilities."

Ron had a different opinion, "Besides rats, what else is there in the castle? It can't be bugs, right?"

This conjecture was even more terrifying. Harry trembled and quickly used his brain to rack his brains to change the subject.

"Maybe it's a snake!"

"Snake?"

Ron and Hermione fell silent, looking at each other with strange expressions.

"You mean, you can talk to snakes?" Ron swallowed.

Harry didn't notice this, he excitedly told about his experience of visiting the zoo before entering school and talking to a snake there.

"A python told you that it had never been to Brazil?" Ron's voice was very weak. "

What's the big deal? I bet a lot of people can do it! It's what Professor Happ mentioned, that... talent!"

Ron didn't speak, Hermione whispered: "Harry, talking to snakes is the symbol of Salazar Slytherin. This ability is called Parseltongue, so the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake."

"But I'm not." Harry was a little confused. But he suddenly remembered that when he was sorted in the first year, the Sorting Hat strongly recommended that he choose Slytherin House. Thinking of this, Harry closed his mouth tightly.

"It's okay, buddy." Ron patted his shoulder in a casual manner, "Pure-blood wizards often intermarry with each other. Maybe you are the great-great-great-great-grandson of Slytherin."

Seeing that Harry showed no sign of relaxing, he added in a low voice, "Really, if you really want to talk about it, most of the pure-blood wizard families can be related. Malfoy and I are relatives."

"You and Malfoy?" Harry was shocked.

Ron shrugged, "There are only so many pure-blood wizards, and it's normal for them to intermarry with each other. If you ask me, the real pure-bloods have long disappeared, and they don't exist today."

Harry finally calmed down .

"Harry, it's best not to tell the outside world about this." Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded. He would never tell anyone, he didn't want to be related to Slytherin.

And Hermione brought the topic back on track, "Since you are a Parseltongue, the sound you heard that day is very likely a snake. It might be moving along the cracks in the wall."

In the concept of the little witch, a snake is at most as thick as a wrist.

"But I heard it say death, killing, tearing you apart."

"Maybe it was hunting? You know, catching some mice, bugs and the like." Ron guessed.

Without evidence, the trio could only give up.

It wasn't a big deal anyway!

"Hermione, how is your paper going?" Harry asked.

"Damn it!"

Hermione screamed and left quickly, leaving the two of them in a daze.

"Has Hermione gone crazy from reading books recently? This is the first time I've seen her like this." Ron said.

Harry shrugged.

Library.

Hermione occupied a large table alone, which was full of thick books. In front of her was a piece of parchment, and she was writing furiously.

There were less than ten hours before the library closed, and maybe she had to stay up all night today.

Come on, Hermione! She cheered herself up.

Up to now, she had tried her best to finish reading twelve books, and she was just skimming through them, and she remembered no more than 50% of the content, which was very different from her usual habits. She didn't even memorize it.

For the sake of her thesis, she had to reluctantly give up her reading habit. However, she had decided that after submitting the thesis, she would review the book list and memorize all the contents.

She flipped through the pages of the book, and at the same time used a feather pen to write down the appropriate arguments and evidence. She was so crazy that she didn't even notice that Madam Pince walked by her several times.

She stayed until closing time and finally finished reading 16 books. She took the remaining four books and thick parchment and staggered back to the common room yawning.

Tonight she planned to study late into the night. When she

opened the door of the common room, the other young wizards had already gone back, and there were only two left.

"Harry, Ron?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Hey, we didn't see you at dinner, and thought you didn't go. This is for you." Ron pointed to the table in front of him, on which was food wrapped in parchment. The food soaked through the outer layer of parchment and oozed a trace of oil.

Hermione covered her mouth, trying not to cry.

Harry smiled and said, "We can't help with the paper, this is all we can do. Come on, Hermione, you are the smartest person I have ever known in my life."

Hermione nodded heavily.

The two left, and Hermione opened the parchment, and there were two pies inside. She ate them in big mouthfuls.

She was the only one in the quiet common room.

The next day, Monday, Hermione was in a daze all day. When practicing Transfiguration, she almost mistook Harry for the object of Transfiguration.

At noon, she had to go to the infirmary.

There was no class in the second period in the afternoon, and she planned to finish reading the last two books - she had finished her thesis after staying up all night, but she always thought that she must finish reading the books, which might add some new content to her thesis.

But she was too tired. When Harry finished Quidditch training, he found Hermione asleep in the common room.

"Hermione, Hermione?"

"Harry?" Hermione opened her eyes sleepily, her hair became more fluffy and looked messy.

She quickly came to her senses and screamed, "What time is it, Harry, what time is it?"

"Half past eight, Hermione." Fred, who had just finished training, replied, "I will never forget that bastard Wood. On the first weekend after school, we trained until eight o'clock. And starting from the second week, he went even further."

Wood, who was standing by, had a dark face, "I'm still here!"

Not only him, but all the members of the Gryffindor team were there, they were covered in mud and too tired to speak.

Hermione jumped up and ran out in a hurry. She turned back after running a few steps, quickly sorted out the parchment on the table, muttered something, and after confirming that it was correct, she grabbed her schoolbag and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What a hardworking and studious girl." Player Angelina commented.