Chapter 96 Know how to talk? (Ch 96)

[Author’s note: There is a plot in this chapter that is related to grammar. I use Chinese grammar and Chinese context, so please do not substitute English grammar.]

“Professor, don’t be angry.” Neville is now much more confident than he was in the first year. He smiled and shouted at Kaisen, begging for forgiveness.

“Okay, this is your lesson for today. Decipher the principle of this enchanted book. Why can this enchanted book make an object remain loyal to its owner? Remember to write me a paper. You can choose between ten feet and five thousand words and return it to me later.”

He gave the enchanted book to Neville and asked him to study and decipher it.

Kaisen was still sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the red crystal ball on the desk not far away lit up again.

He casually threw the book in his hand over there.

The throw was very accurate, and the door of the office in the distance opened. Harry stood outside the door and looked at Neville studying in the office area far away and the leisurely Professor Kaysen.

Then he remembered that he had lost his mind and lent the broom to Neville just ten minutes ago, and he wanted to die immediately.

However, wanting to die is just verbal, and you can’t really die. Even if the road is long, you still have to keep going.

Kaisen finished reading a magazine, looked up in Harry’s direction, and halfway through, he thought for a while and took out another magazine. After reading half of this magazine, Harry, wearing the silver-wire round-frame glasses made by Neville for him, finally appeared in front of him, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“You’re in good shape, worthy of being a seeker.” Kaisen praised him and poured him a cup of tea.

“Thank you, Professor. I went to the library to return a book this morning. When I came back, I heard a strange sound. The sound seemed to come from the wall, or it could be said that it came from something inside the wall.” Harry finished his tea in one breath, still panting.

“Don’t be so anxious and speak slowly. Neville, continue to study what you are doing and don’t join in all the fun.”

Kaisen put the magazine in his hand on the coffee table and said.

“Professor, I also heard the wall, or the thing inside the wall, speaking.”

“…What did that thing say?”

Harry took a deep breath and unconsciously tilted his head towards the sky.

“Let me think about it. He said a lot about you.”

Neville looked up and was hit on the head by a flying cube.

“Go on.”

“What did the voice say… [Why did it disappear?] [What is this?] [Space magic? Alchemy?] [Yes, this is alchemy…] [It’s only been a few decades? I don’t recognize alchemy?] [Damn alchemy, damn Kaisenhis, it must be his doing.]”

“I can’t quite remember the order in which the voice said it, and the sound wasn’t particularly clear, so I just wrote down this much.”

Kaisen scratched his chin awkwardly and asked, “Where did you hear this strange sound?”

Harry scratched his head. “The third floor corridor of Hogwarts.”

“The corridor on the third floor? Which ghost is that? But I don’t remember having any conflicts with that ghost. Normally even Peeves would say hello to me when he sees me.” Kaisen was also a little confused.

Harry recalled again: “Oh, Professor Kaysen, the location of that voice is very strange. It often changes its location. Sometimes it is on the ceiling of the corridor on the third floor, sometimes it is on the wall of the corridor on the third floor, and sometimes it is under the floor of the corridor.”

“Emmmm… To be honest, this is a bit beyond my knowledge, but I can still make some inferences.”

“Why did it disappear? What is this? These two sentences should be one and the same, but there is something missing, like what is going on…”

“But why would it disappear… None of the alchemical creations I made would disappear, and the iron golems were all sleeping there obediently… Wait…”

Kaisen suddenly discovered the key point: “Harry, when did you hear that sound? What was the approximate direction of that sound?”

Harry thought for a moment and said, “It was probably around nine in the morning. The direction of the sound should have been from the corridor floor, the left wall of the corridor, the corridor ceiling, the right wall of the corridor, and finally to the corridor floor again, and finally disappeared.”

“Nine o’clock, about nine forty, the sound first came from the corridor on the second floor…Stay here and don’t leave, I have something to do outside!”

Kaisen said this and teleported away.

Neville looked up curiously and wanted to ask Harry what was going on.

The next moment Kaisen appeared behind him and gave him a ruthless justice from heaven.

“I knew you would be distracted, study hard!”

After the Justice from Heaven ended, Kaisen teleported to the principal’s office again.

“………Where are the people?” He was a little confused.

The historical principals on the wall were all dozing off, no one was awake.

“Oh… no one can answer me, what a pity.” Kaisen murmured and was about to walk to the cabinet in the corner to see if there were any of Dumbledore’s personal collections in it.

Then he heard a cough.

“Huh?” He suddenly raised his head and looked around, but there was no living thing.

He just thought he was hallucinating and continued to look for wine.

“Ahem.”

“Huh?” He looked up again, and again found nothing.

“I’m here.” This time he finally heard the source of the voice. It was the Sorting Hat.

“Oh… I thought you… I thought you could only speak during the Sorting.” Kaisen said somewhat embarrassedly.

“In fact, I have always been like this. Otherwise, who do you think composes the sorting song at the beginning of each school year at Hogwarts?” said the Sorting Hat.

“Well, you are a talented hat, so could you please keep it a secret for me? Dumbledore is old, and drinking too much is not good, you know.”

The Sorting Hat nodded. “I understand, but I don’t think I need to keep it a secret.”

“What’s the meaning?”

“You can look back.”

Kaisen turned around and saw Dumbledore looking at him with a smile.

“Oh…” He put the wine into his ring, closed the cabinet calmly, and asked Dumbledore, “When was Colin Creevey teleported back to his bed today?”

“Um… nine thirty-eight.”

“That’s true.” Kaisen smiled a super-intelligent smile and quickly repeated to Dumbledore what Harry had told him, mixing in his own reasoning.

In other words, the strange sound that Harry heard was actually made by the basilisk, as long as there is a pipe in the wall of Hogwarts that can allow the basilisk to pass through.

And not only the pipes, but also the time and the strange words Harry heard all matched.

“The so-called [Why did he disappear] refers to why Colin Creevey suddenly disappeared.”

“But this Voldemort is really amazing. He can tell the difference between space magic and alchemy using the body of a snake.”

Dumbledore on the other side was eerily quiet. Just as Kaisen was about to ask, he was interrupted by the Sorting Hat on the cabinet: “He should be thinking about something important right now. I suggest you don’t disturb him.”

“Oh…of course.”

About thirty seconds later, he stood up and took off the Sorting Hat.

“Um… will you sort people who haven’t received a Hogwarts acceptance letter?”

“You want me to sort you?” said the Sorting Hat.

“Can you?” he asked.

“You are the exception, take me with you, kid.”

Kaisen nodded, sat on the sofa in the corner of the office, shook off the dust from the Sorting Hat, and put it on his head.