bioinnovel Chapter 115 The Hidden Key Clue
Chapter 115 The Hidden Key Clue
Chapter 115 The Hidden Key Clue
Hearing things others can't hear, seeing things others can't see, is usually not a good thing, whether in wizarding society or the Muggle world.
There has always been a saying among wizards that something is "ominous." Ron's uncle, Billylls, once saw an ominous sign—a large black dog—and Billylls died twenty-four hours later.
Belvina doesn't really agree with the idea that it's "inauspicious."
She believed that most people who saw ominous signs were scared to death by themselves, and only a few actually witnessed the ominous signs and died from the ominous omens.
The solution is simple: find an old woman to call her.
In conclusion, foot massage, pompom, and canned yellow peaches must be included in medical insurance!
Belvina looked at Harry sitting opposite her. The twelve-year-old boy had a serious expression, and his emerald green eyes were full of confusion and worry.
"If you could, could you describe the sound you heard?" Belvina asked. "What were the characteristics of the sound?"
Harry thought for a moment and then said, "The first time was when Lockhart was in solitary confinement. I heard that voice then; it was cold, vicious, and terrifying. But Lockhart didn't hear anything."
"I asked Lockhart several times, and he said he didn't hear anything, but I heard it!" Harry shouted, worried that Belvina wouldn't believe him. "The voice said, 'Come here—let me tear you apart—rip you apart—kill you...'"
Belvina's expression changed abruptly, as did Ron and Hermione beside her.
"And after that, have you heard anything else?" Belvina's expression returned to normal, her heart pounding with excitement.
"Yes! I heard it again!" Harry's voice was still loud, this time tinged with fear. "I heard it again on Halloween Eve! The voice said, 'Tear you apart—rip you apart—kill you—murder—it's time—'"
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance. They already knew that Harry had heard something that others couldn't, but they didn't know what it was saying.
Hermione and Ron still don't know what the voice means, but they can feel the chilling aura and the murderous intent that freezes their insides.
Harry Potter, perhaps without even realizing it, was using a different language when relaying the voice's words—a chilling hissing sound, like a venomous snake about to strike.
"The voice said it was going to kill someone, so I went in the direction the sound was coming from," Ha said in a normal voice, "and then—and then I found—"
Belvina continued, "Then you saw Mrs. Lorris petrified, and those words on the wall. Harry, before this, I mean before coming to school, had you had anything similar?"
"Fine, let's do an experiment anyway." Belvina took out her wand and waved it casually.
A small, jet-black snake appeared out of nowhere. It was only the size of a palm and looked completely harmless. It coiled its body and raised its head, but it was really not powerful at all, and even looked a little ridiculous.
"Try it, talk to it, make it attack me," Belvina said. "Come on, try it."
Harry was a little confused, but he did as he was told, hissing as he did so.
Cold and vicious.
The small black snake coiled on the table responded with a hissing sound, raised its head, and assumed an attack stance towards Belvina.
Belvina waved her wand again, and the small black snake vanished in a wisp of smoke. The simple experiment proved everything. Harry hadn't lied; he had simply concealed a crucial clue.
Ron, who had been eating the whole time, once again shone, saying, "You're a parsleyan, you can talk to snakes!"
"You can talk to snakes?" Harry was slightly puzzled, but the puzzlement quickly disappeared. He continued, "I once accidentally released a python from the zoo, and the python told me that it had never been to Brazil."
Harry looked at his two friends again, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I weird?"
He had no idea he was speaking another language, nor did he know what Parsleyan meant, but he instinctively felt panicked.
Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement. Hermione carefully began, "Harry, Parseltongue is very rare, and—" Hermione glanced at Belvina, then continued, "Parseltongue is Salazar Slytherin's famous ability."
Harry immediately turned to look at Belvina, hoping to get a different answer from Professor Black—he was not a descendant of Slytherin!
"Parseltongue isn't just about talking to snakes; it's about giving commands to snakes," Belvina said. "That's certainly Salazar Slytherin's trademark, and some people even consider it a mark of a dark wizard."
With his hopes dashed, Harry's heart sank to the bottom, and a sense of powerlessness surged through his veins and spread to every part of his body.
Belvina bent her fingers and slammed her knuckles heavily on the table.
She said, "Harry Potter, you seem to have forgotten what I just said. It's not a good thing for a young person to have such a bad memory."
Upon hearing this, Harry's panic and helplessness began to subside. So what if he could speak Parsley? He wasn't the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. Instead of worrying about this and that, he should try to find the real culprit!
"Parsleyan is a hallmark of dark wizards, and it's a misunderstanding about this ability," Belvina continued. "This misunderstanding arises simply because Parsleyan is always associated with dark wizards, and snakes are often associated with black magic."
Most importantly, people can't understand Parsleyan speech.
As she spoke, Belvina looked at Ron and continued, "Not every Parseltongue is a dark wizard, not every Slytherin is a villain. The key is the person, Harry, the key is yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ron's face turned bright red, even redder than his fiery red hair. He had been talking badly about Slytherin all along.
Harry nodded thoughtfully, his doubts and confusion were answered, and his fear and unease gradually dissipated.
On the last day before the Christmas holidays, in this small office, Belvina's few words were not exactly enlightening, nor did she have the ability to do so, but they were very helpful to Harry.
Someday in the future, when Harry experiences something or meets someone, he might recall Belvina today, and those few words exchanged today—that will be enough.
"Professor, we'll definitely find the Chamber of Secrets and catch the attackers, right?" Harry said firmly. "Colin and Mrs. Norris will be alright too, right?"
"Of course, Mr. Krivy will recover his health once the Mandela herbs mature," Belvina said. "And,"
I think Professor Dumbledore should thank you. Also, would you mind speaking with our headmaster?
Judging from what Harry said today, he first heard the voice shortly after the start of the school year, and the second time before Mrs. Lorris was attacked. It's hard not to make some connections.
It's almost certain that the voice is connected to the Chamber of Secrets. Through Harry and the voice that only he can hear, the search for the Chamber of Secrets can definitely be greatly shortened.
Harry's previous choice to conceal it was likely to hide his abnormality and make himself appear at least as ordinary as others.
After all, not everyone is willing to patiently listen to the thoughts of a twelve-year-old boy, to his abnormal descriptions, and to believe that he is a normal person.
Just as Harry walked into the office, just as he chose to reveal the secret, he was still worried that Belvina would think he was crazy and that the sounds he heard were just hallucinations.
"Would Professor Dumbledore believe me?" Harry asked a stupid question, a result of his lingering inferiority complex, not very obvious, but always present.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Belvina said in surprise. "I think Professor Dumbledore has been waiting for you all along."
Harry first exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione beside him, then nodded hesitantly.
Seeing this, Belvina stood up and walked to her desk, took out a quill and parchment, and the only sound in the office was the rustling of writing.
Then, Belvina straightened up, holding the parchment with the writing on it in her hand. Suddenly, a fire blazed up, and the parchment with the writing on it burned to ashes in Belvina's hand.
After a while, maybe three minutes, maybe five minutes, the waiting always felt particularly agonizing. Harry worried about whether Dumbledore would be willing to see him, and how he should get along with Dumbledore; his worries seemed to fill the entire office.
Finally, the firelight flared up again, and the fine ash reignited, gradually returning to its parchment form. Belvina reached out and picked up the note, and Harry's heart leaped into his throat.
The writing on the parchment was Dumbledore's, and it contained only two words: Now.