Chapter 130 The Sorting Hat's Indictment
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Liu Yue Zhi Yuan Fei
Douglas glanced at Harry, chuckled, then turned to Dumbledore and said:
"Mr. Potter is a Parseltongue!"
The office was suddenly quiet. Phineas Black on the wall (Phineas Black was the first Hogwarts headmaster who graduated from Slytherin.) looked at Harry in surprise, and muttered in a low voice:
"It's impossible, how could the descendant of Slytherin be a lion cub, it's impossible..."
The other portraits didn't stop him this time either, and they all looked at Harry with incredulous eyes.
Through Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, Harry saw a pair of sharp, bright blue eyes, extremely penetrating, and his heart trembled.
Thankfully Dumbledore only glanced at Harry, then back at Douglas.
Douglas was not so nervous. He found a chair and sat down and said:
"I tried it, although I have never heard of Parseltongue, but it does sound like a snake..."
Dumbledore stood up straight and said kindly:
"Please sit down, Harry, what would you like to drink? Black tea or juice? Don't be so nervous..."
After hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry, who was doing all kinds of brainstorming, didn't react for a while.
"Ah! Sorry principal, I...you..."
Douglas laughed and pointed to a chair and said:
"Don't be nervous, sit down first. Professor, bring us a glass of juice, it's a bit greasy from eating at Hagrid's just now."
Dumbledore knocked on the table twice, and two glasses of juice appeared on the table next to Douglas and Harry.
Seeing Douglas' relaxed manner, Harry immediately felt a lot calmer, thanked him quickly, and sat down.
Douglas looked at Dumbledore's hand, and he pretended to be damned again.
With his current level of transfiguration, there is no way to do it so easily, and now he can only snap his fingers to dismiss some relatively simple transfiguration techniques.
Dumbledore noticed Douglas' sly lip curl, and immediately picked up a candy and put it in his mouth with a smile.
Then, under the description of Douglas, he and Dumbledore personally conducted an experiment.
It was finally confirmed that Harry was speaking Parseltongue.
Harry sat there anxiously, looking nervously at Dumbledore, who was deep in thought.
Suddenly Dumbledore raised his head and said to Harry calmly:
"Harry, don't be afraid. Although I don't know if the ancestors of James and Lily were married to the descendants of Salazar Slytherin, your Parseltongue is not born, it is because Voldemort can speak Parseltongue... ..."
Douglas coughed softly, stood up and said:
"Ahem, professor, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first..."
Dumbledore winked at him mysteriously and said:
"Wait a minute, we still have something to talk about...
Of course, I don't think Harry would mind if you knew something, I mean, you do have a right to know to some extent! "
Harry also quickly said:
"I trust Professor Holmes very much, he has helped me a lot!"
Douglas was not sure what Dumbledore meant by that, but he didn't dare to think about it right now, so he nodded and sat down.
Dumbledore continued:
"Where did I just say that? Oh yes, Voldemort is the last heir of Salazar Slytherin, you already know that.
If I'm not mistaken, he transferred some of his magic to you the night he scarred you, of course, I don't think he did it on purpose..."
Harry was dumbfounded and said in surprise:
"Voldemort transferred a part of himself to me..."
Harry always felt that this sentence was very familiar. He was sure that he should have read it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Douglas looked at Dumbledore and found that he was looking at himself. It seemed that the old man thought of that article.
Then Harry said with a bit of a breakdown:
"So I should be in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat may have seen some of Slytherin's abilities in me, so it just..."
Dumbledore said unhurriedly:
"Listen to me, Harry. You happen to possess some of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued in his careful selection of students.
Some rare gift of his own, Parseltongue... resourcefulness... strong will... and a certain disregard for the rules of the law..."
Speaking of this, Douglas clearly saw Dumbledore's silver-white beard trembling slightly, and then he heard Dumbledore suddenly ask him:
"Douglas, I remember when we were chatting, you said that the sorting hat once wanted to sort you into Gryffindor, right?"
Douglas heard Dumbledore suddenly ask himself this question, he turned his head and glanced at the sorting hat on the side shelf, nodded and said:
"Yes, of course I don't dislike Gryffindor, I just think Hufflepuff is more suitable for me... So, I suggest that it put me in Hufflepuff... "
Suddenly, a voice came over:
"No! He's lying, he wants to tear me apart to study where my brain is, Gryffindor will fuel his arrogance..."
Several people looked at the Sorting Hat who suddenly shut up, and then looked at Douglas.
The paintings on the wall all looked surprised and peeked at Douglas.
Douglas shrugged his shoulders, and said like a strange sorghum inducing a child:
"Don't you think it's cool to carry a prop that can teach you how to learn magic? This prop can be a hat, ear ornaments, or even a ring necklace..."
Harry nodded subconsciously, thinking that if he had such a prop, he could chat with himself at any time, and then remind himself of various answers in class, which is really cool. (After wearing the sorting hat, it is possible to exchange ideas directly.)
Dumbledore asked curiously:
"Then do you have any research results?"
Douglas shook his head regretfully:
"It has been unwilling to let me study it. Alas, it is not familiar with it. It is useless to teach it so many interesting songs..."
Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, quickly changed the subject, and asked Harry:
"Harry, do you understand now?"
Harry was still immersed in the fantasies of his grandfather, when he heard Dumbledore's question, he subconsciously replied:
"Actually, I think it's best to make it into a ring, just like in Professor Holmes's novel, and you can also add an infinite stretching spell to the ring. This is what Hermione told me, saying that it can be like in the novel... ...Ah, what happened to the principal?"
Before Harry could finish thinking about it, Dumbledore gave Douglas a hard look, then knocked on the table, interrupting Harry.
said helplessly:
"I mean what do you think about the sorting matter that Douglas said..."
Harry suddenly realized, nodded quickly and said:
"I'm the same as Professor Holmes. I proposed not to go to Slytherin, but I never threatened the Sorting Hat... Headmaster, you can ask the Sorting Hat."
But the Sorting Hat, like an ordinary hat, never spoke again.
Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, the topic finally got back on track, and a smile appeared on his face again:
"That's what makes you so different from Tom. It's our choice, Harry, to express who we really are, more than our abilities.
Like Douglas, who feels like he has certain Gryffindor qualities, but in reality he's still a Hufflepuff..."
Harry sat on the stool, pondering Dumbledore's words.
And from time to time, he glanced at Douglas who was eating bananas. Harry found that his thoughts suddenly diverged, and suddenly thought of the title of Douglas's book "The Flat-headed Guy Who Loves Bananas", and subconsciously burst out laughing.
This action made Douglas and Dumbledore baffled.
Harry was also very scared at this moment. His confinement career had just ended and he had just begun to enjoy a wonderful holiday.
So he hastily said:
"Principal, professor, I want to understand. Life is like bibi multi-flavored beans. You never know what flavor the next one will be. No matter whether the road ahead is smooth or tortuous, you must never forget your original intention...
No, what I want to say is that life is like a multiple-choice question. Since I chose Gryffindor, as long as I stick to my heart, I will be Gryffindor, no matter whether I have the qualities of other colleges or not. …”
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. Although Harry's answer was wrong, he still hit the point.
Douglas was dumbfounded. The words Harry said were all the chicken soup he used to fool the students in class, but they were used directly by the other party.
Seeing Douglas' expression, Harry squeezed out an ugly smile.
"Mr. Potter is a Parseltongue!"
The office was suddenly quiet. Phineas Black on the wall (Phineas Black was the first Hogwarts headmaster who graduated from Slytherin.) looked at Harry in surprise, and muttered in a low voice:
"It's impossible, how could the descendant of Slytherin be a lion cub, it's impossible..."
The other portraits didn't stop him this time either, and they all looked at Harry with incredulous eyes.
Through Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, Harry saw a pair of sharp, bright blue eyes, extremely penetrating, and his heart trembled.
Thankfully Dumbledore only glanced at Harry, then back at Douglas.
Douglas was not so nervous. He found a chair and sat down and said:
"I tried it, although I have never heard of Parseltongue, but it does sound like a snake..."
Dumbledore stood up straight and said kindly:
"Please sit down, Harry, what would you like to drink? Black tea or juice? Don't be so nervous..."
After hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry, who was doing all kinds of brainstorming, didn't react for a while.
"Ah! Sorry principal, I...you..."
Douglas laughed and pointed to a chair and said:
"Don't be nervous, sit down first. Professor, bring us a glass of juice, it's a bit greasy from eating at Hagrid's just now."
Dumbledore knocked on the table twice, and two glasses of juice appeared on the table next to Douglas and Harry.
Seeing Douglas' relaxed manner, Harry immediately felt a lot calmer, thanked him quickly, and sat down.
Douglas looked at Dumbledore's hand, and he pretended to be damned again.
With his current level of transfiguration, there is no way to do it so easily, and now he can only snap his fingers to dismiss some relatively simple transfiguration techniques.
Dumbledore noticed Douglas' sly lip curl, and immediately picked up a candy and put it in his mouth with a smile.
Then, under the description of Douglas, he and Dumbledore personally conducted an experiment.
It was finally confirmed that Harry was speaking Parseltongue.
Harry sat there anxiously, looking nervously at Dumbledore, who was deep in thought.
Suddenly Dumbledore raised his head and said to Harry calmly:
"Harry, don't be afraid. Although I don't know if the ancestors of James and Lily were married to the descendants of Salazar Slytherin, your Parseltongue is not born, it is because Voldemort can speak Parseltongue... ..."
Douglas coughed softly, stood up and said:
"Ahem, professor, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first..."
Dumbledore winked at him mysteriously and said:
"Wait a minute, we still have something to talk about...
Of course, I don't think Harry would mind if you knew something, I mean, you do have a right to know to some extent! "
Harry also quickly said:
"I trust Professor Holmes very much, he has helped me a lot!"
Douglas was not sure what Dumbledore meant by that, but he didn't dare to think about it right now, so he nodded and sat down.
Dumbledore continued:
"Where did I just say that? Oh yes, Voldemort is the last heir of Salazar Slytherin, you already know that.
If I'm not mistaken, he transferred some of his magic to you the night he scarred you, of course, I don't think he did it on purpose..."
Harry was dumbfounded and said in surprise:
"Voldemort transferred a part of himself to me..."
Harry always felt that this sentence was very familiar. He was sure that he should have read it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Douglas looked at Dumbledore and found that he was looking at himself. It seemed that the old man thought of that article.
Then Harry said with a bit of a breakdown:
"So I should be in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat may have seen some of Slytherin's abilities in me, so it just..."
Dumbledore said unhurriedly:
"Listen to me, Harry. You happen to possess some of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued in his careful selection of students.
Some rare gift of his own, Parseltongue... resourcefulness... strong will... and a certain disregard for the rules of the law..."
Speaking of this, Douglas clearly saw Dumbledore's silver-white beard trembling slightly, and then he heard Dumbledore suddenly ask him:
"Douglas, I remember when we were chatting, you said that the sorting hat once wanted to sort you into Gryffindor, right?"
Douglas heard Dumbledore suddenly ask himself this question, he turned his head and glanced at the sorting hat on the side shelf, nodded and said:
"Yes, of course I don't dislike Gryffindor, I just think Hufflepuff is more suitable for me... So, I suggest that it put me in Hufflepuff... "
Suddenly, a voice came over:
"No! He's lying, he wants to tear me apart to study where my brain is, Gryffindor will fuel his arrogance..."
Several people looked at the Sorting Hat who suddenly shut up, and then looked at Douglas.
The paintings on the wall all looked surprised and peeked at Douglas.
Douglas shrugged his shoulders, and said like a strange sorghum inducing a child:
"Don't you think it's cool to carry a prop that can teach you how to learn magic? This prop can be a hat, ear ornaments, or even a ring necklace..."
Harry nodded subconsciously, thinking that if he had such a prop, he could chat with himself at any time, and then remind himself of various answers in class, which is really cool. (After wearing the sorting hat, it is possible to exchange ideas directly.)
Dumbledore asked curiously:
"Then do you have any research results?"
Douglas shook his head regretfully:
"It has been unwilling to let me study it. Alas, it is not familiar with it. It is useless to teach it so many interesting songs..."
Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, quickly changed the subject, and asked Harry:
"Harry, do you understand now?"
Harry was still immersed in the fantasies of his grandfather, when he heard Dumbledore's question, he subconsciously replied:
"Actually, I think it's best to make it into a ring, just like in Professor Holmes's novel, and you can also add an infinite stretching spell to the ring. This is what Hermione told me, saying that it can be like in the novel... ...Ah, what happened to the principal?"
Before Harry could finish thinking about it, Dumbledore gave Douglas a hard look, then knocked on the table, interrupting Harry.
said helplessly:
"I mean what do you think about the sorting matter that Douglas said..."
Harry suddenly realized, nodded quickly and said:
"I'm the same as Professor Holmes. I proposed not to go to Slytherin, but I never threatened the Sorting Hat... Headmaster, you can ask the Sorting Hat."
But the Sorting Hat, like an ordinary hat, never spoke again.
Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, the topic finally got back on track, and a smile appeared on his face again:
"That's what makes you so different from Tom. It's our choice, Harry, to express who we really are, more than our abilities.
Like Douglas, who feels like he has certain Gryffindor qualities, but in reality he's still a Hufflepuff..."
Harry sat on the stool, pondering Dumbledore's words.
And from time to time, he glanced at Douglas who was eating bananas. Harry found that his thoughts suddenly diverged, and suddenly thought of the title of Douglas's book "The Flat-headed Guy Who Loves Bananas", and subconsciously burst out laughing.
This action made Douglas and Dumbledore baffled.
Harry was also very scared at this moment. His confinement career had just ended and he had just begun to enjoy a wonderful holiday.
So he hastily said:
"Principal, professor, I want to understand. Life is like bibi multi-flavored beans. You never know what flavor the next one will be. No matter whether the road ahead is smooth or tortuous, you must never forget your original intention...
No, what I want to say is that life is like a multiple-choice question. Since I chose Gryffindor, as long as I stick to my heart, I will be Gryffindor, no matter whether I have the qualities of other colleges or not. …”
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. Although Harry's answer was wrong, he still hit the point.
Douglas was dumbfounded. The words Harry said were all the chicken soup he used to fool the students in class, but they were used directly by the other party.
Seeing Douglas' expression, Harry squeezed out an ugly smile.
