Chapter 205 Parseltongue

When Ron, who looked nervous, rushed to the platform and dragged Harry away from the Quidditch pitch, many student spectators who were still in the stadium were still not completely relieved about what had just happened.

While Ron and Hermione were explaining to a confused Harry the name of his Parselmouth ability, the other astonished students were whispering about everything they knew about Parseltongue. .

In fact, Parseltongue refers to the language used by snakes (including snake-like magical creatures, such as runes), and other wizards who can communicate with snakes are also called Parseltongues.

The pronunciation of Parseltongue sounds like the hissing of a snake, so it is incomprehensible to ordinary people. And even if someone could hear what that hissing sound meant, they wouldn't be able to say it. (For example, Dumbledore can understand snake language, but cannot speak it. In fact, he can also understand many languages, such as mermaid language and goblin language.)

Parseltongue is a very, very rare ability in the wizarding world, and is usually passed down through family inheritance. People who can truly use Parseltongue are usually considered to be related to dark wizards, and many people even regard Parseltongue as a sign of dark wizards.

This is largely due to the fact that almost all known Parseltongues are descendants of Salazar Slytherin, including the mysterious man who is now known to everyone, and another more ancient Parseltongue. The wizard is the despicable Herbo, the actual breeder of that xxxxx-level dangerous creature: the basilisk.

However, no matter what the students said, duel clubs were still continued to be opened by many professors.

Lockhart waved his wand and lowered the raised rectangular platform, then walked to the edge of the Quidditch pitch alone, quietly watching the actions of others. Because as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart's task today has been completed.

Next, the deans of the four major colleges divided the students in their own colleges into groups of two based on their class performance based on their impressions. The four deans walked slowly through the crowd, pairing students one after another.

After all students have formed teams, the first collective duel of the Duel Club will officially begin.

But I don't know if he was frightened by the Parselmouth ability that Harry showed just now, or because of some other reason, the actual effect of this duel was not very good.

The upperclassmen must always be careful with their spells to avoid hitting the lowerclassmen. But it seems that after a whole year, they have forgotten most of what Professor Derwent once taught. Most of the senior students had forgotten how to cast the Iron Armor Curse, so in fact, their spells still hit each other.

The students in the lower grades did not have as many worries as the seniors in the upper grades. They waved the wands in their hands enthusiastically, wanting to show off their skills. But firstly, they mastered too little magic, and secondly, their accuracy was insufficient. It was easy for them to cast the spell on others, or they could not release anything at all.

It wasn't until almost four o'clock that the duel on the field became a little more standardized, but it was not because the students had mastered how to cast magic, but because there were too many students who were shot down and were still standing on the stage. The students are basically those who have mastered the Iron Armor Curse, and their dueling skills are also higher than other students.

At a glance, among the Ravenclaws standing on the field were Wright and Changchu, the Gryffindors had the Weasley twins, the Slytherins had Villita, and the Hufflepuffs had Cedric. There are other seniors who I can’t name.

Looking at the many students still standing in the field, the faces of the four deans didn't look very good.

Although Hogwarts is a good school that teaches and educates people, it usually does not place much emphasis on students' fighting abilities. But no matter what, as a wizard who has mastered magical abilities, the abilities displayed by many students in today's duel are still very unqualified.

Although a large part of the reason for this is that in the past few decades, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who taught students practical skills have always been unqualified. But no matter what, it won't be to this extent.

The four deans first looked in the direction of the rostrum, but Dumbledore did not comment on the duel. Then they looked at each other and then looked at Loha who was standing on the edge of the field. special.

To be fair, although Lockhart's performance at the beginning of this semester was indeed lower than the average performance of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in previous years. But judging from the recent period, Lockhart still has some skills, at least much better than Professor Quirrell last year.

Then, after the start of the next semester, his burden as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will increase!

"Sneeze!" Lockhart, who was standing on the edge of the Quidditch pitch, suddenly sneezed. It seemed like a cold wind had blown past him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Lockhart rubbed his nose and looked at the dark cloudy sky above his head with some confusion. Is it going to snow?

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It's midnight.

Harry wiped his red eyes and walked out of Professor McGonagall's office. The wooden door of the office closed gently behind him.

Just now, Harry got a lot of news about his father, mother, and even other relatives from Professor McGonagall.

Before this, Harry knew almost nothing about his father and mother's family. The Dursleys always prohibited him from asking about his family members who knew magic, but Harry himself could learn about it at school. There are very few traces left by my parents.

But now, Harry knew that his father, James, was a Seeker who was extremely talented in flying and had many good brothers; he knew that his mother was a witch who was very talented in potions, and she never minded the difference in blood. After a while, I also learned a lot of other news.

Although this could not completely fill the blank memory of his family in Harry's heart, it still gave him great comfort.

Harry slowly walked up the stairs to the third floor and turned to the corridor leading to the Gryffindor lounge on the eighth floor. But before he could take two steps, he saw two big hard figures on the floor in the distance. thing.

Harry squinted his eyes and put his glasses back on, trying to see what was on the floor.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to feel his stomach twitching heavily, and acid water could not help but rise in his throat.

The one on the right is a Hufflepuff student: Justin Finch-Fletchley; and the one on the left is the ghost of Gryffindor: Nearly Headless Nick!

At the same time, Jerry, who was holding the snake staff, gently pushed open the door of the principal's office.

"Jerry," Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk, heard the noise. He raised his head and asked softly, "Do you know what this thing is?"

His extremely old left hand was resting on a dark diary on the table.