Chapter 116 Parseltongue

After the wand in Malfoy's hand was knocked away by the disarming spell, the black snake on the stage did not disappear.

It was as if it suddenly lost control and became more fierce.

"Once the summoning spell is cast, it is equivalent to generating a real magical creation." Dracula promptly reminded, "Before the magic power of the caster is exhausted, unless it is resolved with the disappearing spell, it will not be destroyed." Dissipates when the caster's wand is lifted."

"Are you still trying to be brave at this time, Potter?" Snape squeezed his wand tightly, but his words were still sarcastic.

"Do you really think of yourself as the savior of the magical world, who can easily turn danger into safety no matter what you face?"

However, Harry didn't hear what Snape said at all. He was extremely focused——

"stop!"

Harry didn't understand why he did this, nor did he realize that he had decided to do this. He didn't even wave his wand, but stupidly shouted at the black snake.

However, his seemingly stupid move was very effective, and a miracle happened——

Under Harry's incredible gaze, the black snake collapsed on the floor, becoming docile and tame, as supple as a thick, black watering hose, and stared at Harry without any aggression.

Looking at this scene, Harry felt his fear disappear little by little.

He knew that the snake would never attack anyone again...how he knew this, he couldn't say.

But at least Harry knew he had won!

He smiled widely and looked up at Malfoy, trying to see the unwillingness, anger, and irritability on his face.

However, Malfoy did not show the expression that Harry imagined. Instead, he took a step back with confusion mixed with a little panic.

Snape stepped forward and waved his wand -

“Vipera evanesca.”

The black snake turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared.

Snape also looked at him with a look that surprised Harry: it was a very surprised, very meaningful look, and Harry didn't like it very much.

He was also vaguely aware that the crowd off the stage were whispering and talking about him privately.

Harry looked blankly at Professor Dracula who was walking towards him. He wanted to ask a lot of questions. He wanted to know what happened when he was busy dealing with the black snake and didn't have time to react.

"Mr. Potter, come to my office. I have some questions to ask you." Dracula said.

His burgundy eyes were full of intense interest, even a little fiery, and Harry wanted to avoid them unconsciously.

However, Dracula stretched out his hand without any explanation, grabbed the hood of Harry's school robe from behind, and picked him up easily, like a chicken.

"Professor Snape, I have to leave a few minutes early for today's Duel Club gathering." Dracula turned his head and looked at Snape with a pleasant smile, "I'll leave the competitions of other grades to you. ”

"If you feel that one person is too busy, you can call Professor Flitwick to help. Don't forget that he was a duel champion back then!"

After saying this, before Snape could agree, Dracula took Harry and disappeared in an instant.

"Wait..." Snape wanted to retort, but he had no time to speak.

So, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and then turned his eyes viciously to the young wizards who were talking in the audience.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Snape took out his anger at Dracula on the students, "Tell me, is it possible that the slime of the Flobber caterpillar has penetrated into your thick skulls? Or how do you think Potter dealt with it just now? Does that snake have anything to do with you?"

"I am now deeply doubtful about the identity of you wizards - you are whispering and noisy. Are you students who come to Hogwarts to learn magic or are you parrots who eat in the Owl Tower?!"

"..."

The little wizards shivered and fell silent, and Snape on the stage began his scolding without uttering a single curse word and with a gun and a stick.

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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, the figures of Dracula and Harry suddenly appeared.

As soon as he returned to the office, Dracula couldn't wait to snap his fingers.

When I flew to the principal's office, I opened the window that had not been closed yet and closed it with a snap. Immediately, the heavy curtains were automatically closed, blocking the stars outside the window.

Because there were not many lights on in the office, the light suddenly became dim.

Dracula's attention was all on Harry at this time, and because vampires loved darkness, he didn't even notice the lighting problem in the office.

He waved his hand casually, and a seat placed on the side of the office moved sideways and stopped directly behind Harry.

Harry was then pushed into a chair by Dracula.

Seeing Dracula's enthusiastic and even fiery eyes, he felt very panicked.

‘The professor suddenly brought me into the office, closed the windows, drew the curtains, and didn’t light the lights. What was he going to do to me? ! ’ He was thinking in a panic and thinking about any strategies to escape.

Then Harry discovered that a professor as powerful as Professor Dracula would never give him a chance to escape...

So, Harry resigned and closed his eyes.

He felt Professor Dracula's slender fingers pressing on his shoulders——

"So you are also a descendant of Salazar, Potter?" Dracula asked softly.

Hearing Dracula's question, Harry opened his eyes blankly.

"Huh? Salazar? Who is that?"

"Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts." Dracula said, "Being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's signature skill, and it is also his most important skill. One of the skills I’m proud of.”

"Otherwise, why do you think the symbol of Slytherin College is a snake?"

Dracula stared into Harry's eyes and spoke in a deep tone.

"You're a snark, Potter."

"What am I?" Harry didn't catch the unfamiliar word "Snake Talk" and was still very confused.

"Snake accent!" Dracula repeated, "The ability to talk to snakes is called snake accent!"

"I know!" Harry's eyes moved, and he suddenly thought of something that happened more than a year ago, "I mean, this is the second time I have done this. Once in the zoo, I accidentally A big python was released, and then the big python pounced on my cousin Dudley..."

"It's a long story, but I still remember that the big python told me that it had never been to Brazil as mentioned on the animal's business card. I felt sorry for it and let it out unknowingly... …But I really didn’t mean to! I didn’t even know I was a wizard at that time…”

At this point, Harry felt a little flustered, "After receiving the acceptance letter, I learned that I was a wizard, so I thought...many people in the wizarding world can do this."

"Oh, they can't do it," Dracula chuckled. "This is not an ordinary skill, Potter. This is a skill that can almost only be used by the descendants of Slytherin."

"But I'm not!" Harry defended hastily.

There was a panic in his heart that he couldn't explain.

Even before the separation, Harry had a certain understanding of the four colleges through different channels.

For example, Hagrid once told him that Voldemort, who killed his parents, came from Slytherin; in addition, Draco Malfoy, whom he met in Madam Malkin's Clothing Store, also made him feel that Slytherin Most of Lin's wizards are conceited, arrogant, and unfriendly.

Later on the Hogwarts Express, his first friend of the same age in his life, Ron, told him that Slytherin was also a place where dark wizards often appeared, which made him give up his plans to go to Slytherin. idea.

So, when he was being sorted, Harry kept thinking in his mind, "I won't go to Slytherin, I won't go to Slytherin..."

The Sorting Hat listened to his opinion and sorted him into Gryffindor, which made Harry feel relieved.

Facts have proved that Harry's enemies after arriving at Hogwarts, such as Malfoy and Snape, were both from Slytherin, so he never regretted his decision not to go to Slytherin.

But now Professor Dracula told him that he was actually a descendant of the founder of Slytherin?

Harry said he couldn't accept it.

"It's not that you say you are not a descendant of Slytherin, I can confirm that you are not." Dracula said, "You will find it difficult to prove this - Salazar lived for about a thousand years In the past, based on what I know now, you were probably his descendant."

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to say that he really wasn't, but he didn't know how to refute.

"But..." Dracula changed the subject.

"!" Hope lit up in Harry's eyes again.

"But... you are lucky, I happen to have a way to identify the relationship between you and Salazar!" Dracula smiled with interest, admiring Harry's expression that changed from panic to surprise, "If you want To understand this relationship, I need to collect some of your blood."

"No problem, Professor!" Harry raised his arms very actively and rolled up his sleeves consciously, "By the way, it seems that there are no syringes for blood drawing in the wizarding world..."

"A syringe? I don't need such a useless thing." Dracula smiled scornfully and took out a small, exquisite crystal bottle from his pocket.

The crystal bottle is slender as a whole, and the lower part is somewhat similar to the test tube in the Muggle world, but there is an extra thing at the mouth of the bottle - a cute little white bat with half of its body left!

The little bat flapped its small wings and flew up with the crystal bottle. Then it placed its small and sharp side teeth on Harry's arm and nibbled it gently.

Harry felt a slight itching sensation on his arm, but it didn't hurt at all.

Then, the bright red blood flowed down from half of the little bat's body and poured into the small crystal bottle.

When the volume of blood reached half the height of the crystal bottle, the little bat pulled the teeth out of Harry's arm, flapped its wings, and left Harry's arm with the crystal bottle.

Harry subconsciously wanted to cover the wound with his hand, but found that the two shallow teeth marks had healed quickly, and in an instant they were back to their original state, as smooth as if there had never been a wound.

"Professor, why do I always feel that you seem to be very skilled in drawing blood..." Harry couldn't help but complain.

"Are you very skilled? Probably." Dracula shrugged casually and reached out to take half of the small white bat flying over with fluttering wings and the small crystal bottle under it.

In fact, as early as last semester, when he saw Harry turning to ashes when he came into contact with Quirrell in the restricted area where the Philosopher's Stone was stored, Dracula was already a little curious about Harry's body composition. .

After that incident, Dracula had a long conversation with Dumbledore and confirmed that the reason why Harry could survive Voldemort's death curse was actually because Harry's mother, Lily Potter, cast it on him. Bloodline magic.

As a result, Dracula became even more interested in the magic that Lily Potter exerted on Harry's blood, and even Harry's blood, so much so that he almost sucked his blood directly!

It's a pity that Dumbledore has been guarding against Dracula's actions, making it difficult for him to succeed.

But today is different——

Harry showed off his talent for speaking in public. This ability to talk to snakes almost means that he is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts!

In order to check whether Harry is a descendant of Slytherin, it is reasonable to take a blood test, right? Even if Dumbledore was the headmaster, he couldn't find anything wrong with his actions!

What's more, making Harry a descendant of Slytherin does not meet Dumbledore's expectations for him.

Of course Dracula can't miss this rare opportunity!

So, he successfully collected Harry's blood using a small bat crystal bottle.

In the dim Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Dracula reached out and gently took the crystal bottle from under the little bat.

He held the bottle and looked carefully at Harry's blood in the bottle.

At the same time, Harry had a blank diary in his arms and was gnashing his teeth...

Because Harry was going to join the Duel Club today, he thought of the diary that taught him a lot about Defense Against the Dark Arts and took it with him.

It was precisely because of Harry's decision that Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary saw the scene where Dracula easily obtained Harry's blood, and he almost vomited blood with grief and anger——

Why was Harry Potter's blood, which he couldn't get with all his efforts, so easily obtained by others?

No, it can't even be said to be easy, this is obviously a free gift.

Harry donated blood completely voluntarily and even rolled up his sleeves!

Riddle in the diary was so distraught that he almost went crazy. But he was also very afraid of being discovered by the terrifying Dracula in front of him, and he did not dare to reveal any emotion at all.

So he could only stay in the pocket in Harry's arms and gasp.

The diary obviously thinks too much.

Dracula was completely in no mood to observe a notebook in Harry's arms at this time. All his attention was attracted by the blood in the crystal bottle.

It seemed that the little bat on the bottle mouth was a little bothersome, so Dracula grabbed its head, pulled it out of the bottle mouth with a pop, and then threw it aside.

After freeing up the space at the mouth of the bottle, Dracula began to observe Harry's blood in the crystal bottle attentively.

As for the little bat that was thrown aside, it was so frightened that it flapped its wings a few times, dragged half of its body in the air, and then got back into Dracula's pocket...

Harry watched this scene dumbfounded, feeling inexplicably pitiful for the little bat with half its body left.

So he hesitated for a moment and asked: "Professor, did you raise that bat just now? Isn't it a bit cruel to treat it like this..."

At this moment, Harry felt a little tangled in his heart.

He didn't want to believe that Professor Dracula, whom he admired, would abuse a small animal, but the fact happened to be right in front of him——

Professor Dracula split a bat's body in half, used it as a blood-drawing tool, and then threw it away after use. How cruel!

‘Is Professor Dracula really a cruel and ruthless person as some young wizards have guessed? ’ Harry thought secretly.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Dracula was studying Harry's blood attentively. When he heard Harry's question, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, "You mean this bat?"

He took out the poor little bat from his pocket again, held up one of its wings, and let it dangle in the air.

"That's right, Professor!" Harry looked at Dracula's indifferent movements and mustered up the courage to say, "I think even a bat can feel pain and should not be treated like this!"

"I once heard Hagrid say that because we are wizards, we always have to use the characteristics of animals and the abilities of magical animals to improve our lives. This is understandable. But we must also be considerate of the difficulties of animals and cannot abuse animals!"

After hearing this, Dracula finally raised his head and looked at Harry as if he was mentally retarded.

"I...am I wrong?" Looking at Dracula's eyes, Harry instantly lost his confidence and asked weakly.

"I just want to say...have you ever seen a bat that has lost half its body and can still live well?" Dracula looked away from Harry and curled his lips in disgust.

"Ah? Isn't this the one?" Harry asked in confusion.

"If you want it, then this bat will be given to you." Dracula casually threw half of the little bat into Harry's arms, with a playful smile on his lips, "I suggest you take a closer look. What the hell is this thing, then decide whether to 'raise' it or not!"

Dracula pronounces the word "raise" very strongly.

Harry quickly picked up the little bat from his arms and looked at it in front of his eyes.

He discovered that the body of this bat was actually hollow. Except for a complete head, wings and a small half of its body, there were no organs or internal systems in its body!

No, it still has an organ in its body - a small straw.

"How on earth does it survive..." Harry looked over and over at the little bat's body structure, puzzled.

"Haven't you noticed yet?" Dracula finally raised his head and looked at Harry with helpless eyes, "This is not a creature at all, Potter, this is just an alchemical product specially used to draw blood... …”

"Ah..." Harry's expression froze, his face turned red in an instant, and he said in a voice like a mosquito, "Yes... I'm sorry, Professor... I misunderstood you..."

"Forget it, it's not a big problem." Since he got Harry's blood today, Dracula was in a pretty good mood and didn't embarrass him too much. "But I suggest you learn some useful knowledge after you go back and don't read all day long. Nothing makes a fuss..."

Harry nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

"Just understand." Dracula waved his hand casually, "Put away the bat for drawing blood. The focus of today is not here..."

He suddenly leaned down, put his hand on Harry's shoulder again, and said softly, "You really have a very good mother, Potter."

"What... my mother?" Harry's eyes widened immediately and he became extremely emotional. "Professor, do you know my mother?!"

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"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Dracula shook his head slightly, "I don't know your mother, Potter. But I can see that your mother left an extremely powerful guardianship in your blood. magic--"

"And this protective magic... is not something she can cast with her spell-casting level."

"That's...why?" Harry murmured.

‘It was made with the sacrifice of her own life. ' Dracula wanted to say this, but looking at Harry's lonely look, his words turned into: "Who knows? Maybe... it's because of love."

Dracula never thought that such Dumbledore-style statements that he once scorned would come out of his own mouth.

So he shook uncomfortably and his expression changed instantly.

"You can leave, Potter." Dracula said with a cold face, "I have identified from your blood that you are not a descendant of Salazar Slytherin."

Harry was frightened by Professor Dracula, who could change his face faster than turning the pages of a book. He didn't know why the professor suddenly started to chase people away.

"Wait a minute, professor." He asked quickly, "Has the result been confirmed? Don't you need to take my blood for testing? Then compare the two blood types, and finally confirm the result... I remember the hospital It’s all such a process…”

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Dracula said coldly, "Or...can you find me Salazar Slytherin's blood for comparison?"

After saying this, Dracula silently added in his mind, 'Although I did leave Salazar's blood sample. ’

Harry looked at Dracula with a cold face and shook his head helplessly.

"I understand, Professor." He stood up from his seat, then turned and walked towards the door of the office.

Harry looked at the little alchemy bat in his hand, thought for a moment, stuffed it into his chest pocket, and put it together with Riddle's diary.

When he took out his hand, he accidentally brought out a reverse cross pendant.

"Wait a moment!"

Dracula suddenly shouted.

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