Chapter 97 I Think of Something Happy (Ch 97)

“Hmm…” The Sorting Hat murmured softly on Kaisen’s head.

The next moment, before it could say anything, it was pulled away by Dumbledore.

He put the hat back on the cabinet and looked at Dumbledore, who was looking at Kaisen with a smile in his eyes.

“……I need a damn explanation. The Sorting Hat and I are on good terms. How can a monster like you object???”

“Because you are not ready yet. Believe me, it will be quick… Let’s get back to business. Are you trying to ask if the sound Harry heard could be made by the basilisk, or the sound made by Tom who controls the basilisk?”

Kaisen looked at the Sorting Hat that was placed back on the cabinet with a hidden look in his eyes, and made up his mind to take it away when Dumbledore was not around one day.

However, he did not reveal any of his thoughts, but said seriously: “Magic is so vast, this kind of situation should happen.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Indeed, such as Parseltongue.”

“………Can you understand snakes talking?”

“Not only that, but I can also speak the language of snakes and command them.”

“Harry will probably be happy to hear that. After all, it’s a special skill,” said Kaisen.

“Not really. Parseltongue is one of the hallmarks of Salazar Slytherin. All Parseltongues since him have been extremely powerful dark wizards. It’s best to explain it to him so that he can guard his secret.”

“Isn’t this pure survivor bias? It’s a pity that no one in the wizarding world teaches mathematics.” Kaisen curled his lips as he watched Dumbledore stand up, then stood up too.

“I’m going to take a look at the corridor that Harry mentioned. Maybe I can find their hiding place through the pipes. If you don’t have enough, you can take a few more bottles.” Dumbledore pointed to the cabinet in the corner.

“Really?”

“Of course, as long as you accept my advance payment of your salary.”

“Forehead…”

After returning to the office, Kaisen stretched hard. Harry was leaning on the sofa leisurely eating potato chips, while poor Neville lowered his head, with a runic dictionary in his left hand and a book of enchantment in his right hand.

At this moment he was wondering why this damn runic character was used like this.

Is this a bug?

Are there bugs in what Professor Kaisen made?

It’s impossible. I must be wrong. I’m going to think it over again.

If Kaisen knew about Neville’s mental activities…it wouldn’t matter. After all, strictly speaking, it is not a bug, but a feature.

How can replicability not be considered a feature?

“Professor, how’s your question going?” Harry asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious. The voice you heard was probably the voice of a basilisk. In other words, you are a Parseltongue.”

Neville, who was checking calculations on a blank piece of parchment, was not careful with his hands and almost dropped his quill from the parchment onto Harry’s face.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the confused Harry and the relaxed Kaisen.

“Isn’t that right? Harry’s a Parseltongue?”

Kaisen nodded: “Well, at least according to what Harry said, yes.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked confusedly.

“Almost all the Parseltongues recorded from ancient times to the present are from famous dark wizards in Slytherin, from Salazar Slytherin to the most recent Voldemort, they are all of them.” Kaisen pressed Neville who had raised his head back.

Being a student, you should act like a student.

While scaring Harry with a lot of evil intentions.

Harry seemed as if his spine had been pulled out. He collapsed on the sofa, limp and powerless, with even the light in his eyes gone.

“I’m a dark wizard… I’m a dark wizard… I’m a dark wizard… I wonder why the Sorting Hat wants to put me in Slytherin… I’m a dark wizard…”

“Who said you are a dark wizard? It’s just that those other famous dark wizards happen to have the same nature as you.” Kaisen scratched Harry’s head with his hand in some surprise.

“I am a dark wizard… I am a dark wizard… I am a dark wizard… Woohoo… I don’t want to be a dark wizard… I am a dark wizard…”

“Is he like this in the dormitory too?” Kaisen asked Neville.

“In fact, it’s only with you… um… I think it might be like a child acting like a spoiled child to his father. Ron always interacts with his father like this when he is at home.” Neville explained after recalling.

“Thank you so much, Harry. You made me, a pure boy,…well…become a father.”

I graduated from Manchester five years ago…

Well… strictly speaking, I am no longer a big man.

“Professor, what should I do?” Harry said to Kaisen as if he had suddenly turned on.

“Don’t tell anyone except your closest friends. If your close friends know about this, they will comfort you and do everything they can to make you feel better. But if you tell other people about this, then this is the reason they use to attack you.”

Harry nodded dazedly: “But why do you look so weird, Professor?”

Kaisen waved his hand: “It’s okay. Didn’t you say before that the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin? It just so happens that I remembered something bad.”

“What?” Harry and Neville, who was supposed to be doing the exercises and checking his calculations, raised their heads at the same time.

“I was in the headmaster’s office just now, trying to get the Sorting Hat to sort me into different houses, but was interrupted by Dumbledore… Old bee… Old helper!”

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. Did you write down everything I told you?” Kaisen looked at Harry and said.

Harry nodded, not knowing whether he had memorized it or not. Anyway, when he left, he forgot to ask Neville to ride his broom. Maybe his head was buzzing and he hadn’t realized it yet.

“Professor…come and take a look at these two symbols. I feel something is wrong no matter how I look at them.” After Harry left, Neville finally came back to his senses and asked Kaisen.

“Yes, Neville, this is why I asked you to study. There is a big difference between the runes in the dictionary and the runes that are actually used.” Kaisen sat on the sofa, took out a magazine, and spoke in a rhythmic manner while reading it.

“Then this paper…”

“The paper is still ten feet or five thousand words. If it is well written, it has a chance of being published in a European alchemical journal.”

“professor……………”

“Um?”

“I feel like dying……”

“What nonsense.”

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