"This, no, maybe!"

When Hermione relayed Felix's words to Harry and Ron, Harry argued in anger.

He didn't want to admit that he had an ancestor who was familiar with mouse language!

Harry felt that he was having a bad time in the first week of school. He drove around England and was locked up, forced to be hit by Lockhart, and met photography enthusiast Colin by chance, and was arduously trained by Quidditch...

He was in jail yesterday and had to write back letters to Lockhart's fans, one after another, endlessly, for a full four hours!

It wasn't the worst, in Lockhart's office, he heard a staccasional voice, "Kill you... tore... death..."

When he told the two of them this morning, their expressions seemed to be like he was finally crazy. Then Hermione volunteered to ask Professor Hepp, and the answer he got made him a little broken.

"That's not necessarily, man, I've heard similar rumors." Ron whispered, and he pulled out a fat mouse from his pocket. The mouse looked a little sluggish. "You can try it, speak to Spot!"

Ron held the spots in his hands and handed them to Harry, his eyes filled with expectations.

Harry had to lower his head and look at the mouse, "Can you understand what I said?"

Banban rolled his eyes and turned his body to look at him.

"Harry, don't talk humanly! What you just said was still humanly." Ron said.

Harry: "..." Although I know what you mean, can you be more elegant?

He tried it more than a dozen times, but the mouse did not react at all. "No!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, things didn't go in the worst direction.

Hermione looked at the farce just now and reminded him: "Harry, Professor Hepp is just an example, and there are other possible ones."

Ron had a different opinion, "What else is there in the castle except for rats? It can't be a bug, right?"

This speculation is even more terrifying. Harry's body trembled. He quickly used his brain to search for the intestines and scraped his stomach to change the topic.

"Maybe it's a snake!"

"snake?"

Ron and Hermione suddenly calmed down, and they looked at each other with strange expressions.

"You mean, can you talk to the snake?" Ron swallowed.

Harry didn't notice this, and he excitedly told him about his experience of visiting the zoo and talking to a snake inside before entering school.

"A big python tells you that it has never been to Brazil?" Ron's voice was very weak.

"Is there anything there? I bet that many people can do it! It's what Professor Happ mentioned, that... talent!"

Ron didn't speak, Hermione whispered: "Harry, talking to the snake is the symbol of Salazar Slytherin. This ability is called the snake accent, so the symbol of Slytherin Academy is a snake."

"But I'm not." Harry was a little confused. But he suddenly remembered that when he was in the first grade of the school, the school hat strongly suggested that he choose Slytherin College. Thinking of this, Harry closed his mouth tightly.

"It's okay, man." Ron patted his shoulder with a relaxed look. "Pure-blooded wizards often intermarry each other. Maybe you are Slytherin's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-g

Seeing that Harry showed no sign of relaxation at all, he added in a low voice, "Really, if you really want to go into detail, most of the pure-blooded wizard family can get in touch, and Malfoy and I are still relatives."

"You and Malfoy?" Harry was shocked.

Ron shrugged, "There are only pure blood wizards, it is normal for them to intermarry each other. If I want to say, the real pure blood has long disappeared, and they cannot be circulated now."

Harry finally calmed down.

"Harry, it's better not to talk to the outside world about this matter," Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded, and he wouldn't say even if he beat him to death. He didn't want to climb a relative with Slytherin.

Hermione brought the topic back on track, "Since you are a snake, the sound you heard that day is probably a snake, maybe it was moving along the gaps in the wall."

In the concept of a little witch, a snake is at most the thickness of its wrist.

"But I heard it say death, killing, tearing you apart."

"Maybe it was hunting at that time? What you know is catching some mice, bugs, etc." Ron guessed.

Without evidence, the trio had to give up.

Anyway, it's not a big deal!

"Hermione, how is your paper written?" Harry asked.

"Oops!"

Hermione screamed and left quickly, leaving the two in a daze.

"Has Hermione been stunned by reading books recently? It was the first time I saw her in this state?" Ron said.

Harry shrugged.

library.

Hermione occupied a large table alone, filled with thick books, and in front of her was a piece of parchment, while she was writing quickly.

There are less than ten hours left before the library closes, and maybe I will stay up late today.

Come on, Hermione! She cheers herself up.

Until now, she has only tried her best to read the twelve books. She has just read them extensively, and has just browsed them briefly. The content of her memory is no more than 50%, which is very different from her usual habits and she has not memorized them.

In order to submit the paper, she had to bear the pain of giving up her love and give up her reading habit. However, she had decided that when she finished submitting the paper, she would review the book list and memorize all the contents.

She flipped through the pages, and at the same time used a feather note to record appropriate arguments, arguments, and a crazy attitude, and did not even pay attention to Mrs. Pins's several times walking by her.

Until the closing, she finally finished reading 16 books, yawning back to the common room with the remaining four books and thick parchment paper.

Tonight she is ready to fight at night.

Pushing open the door of the lounge, the other little wizards have already returned, and there are still two people left.

"Harry, Ron?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Hey, we didn't see you during dinner and thought you didn't go. This is for you." Ron pointed to the table in front of him, which was covered with food wrapped in parchment. The food was soaked in the outer layer of parchment and a trace of oil oozed out.

Hermione covered her mouth and forced herself to stop crying.

Harry smiled and said, "We can't help with the papers, that's all we can do. Come on, Hermione, you are the smartest person I've ever known in my life."

Hermione focused on the head.

The two left, Hermione opened the parchment paper, and there were two pies inside, and she ate them in big mouthfuls.

She was the only one in the quiet lounge.

The next Monday, Hermione was in a daze all day. When practicing deformation, she almost treated Harry as a transformed object.

At noon, she had to go to the infirmary.

There was no class in the second afternoon, and she was about to finish reading the last two books - she had been working all night, and she had already completed her thesis, but she always thought that she had to finish reading the book, which might add some new content to her thesis.

But she was too tired, and when Harry finished Quidditch training, she found Hermione asleep in the common room.

"Hermione, Hermione?"

"Harry?" Hermione opened her eyes sleepily, her hair becoming more fluffy and looked messy.

She quickly woke up and screamed, "What time is it, Harry, what time is it?"

"At half past eight, Hermione." Fred, who had just finished training, replied, "I will never forget this bastard Wood. On the first weekend of school, we trained until eight o'clock. And from the second week, he was even more overdoing."

Wood on the side looked dark, "I'm still here!"

Not only him, but also the members of the Gryffindor team were there, they were covered in mud and exhausted.

Hermione jumped up suddenly and hurriedly ran out. After taking a few steps, she turned back and quickly sorted out the parchment paper on the table, muttering something in her mouth, and after confirming it, she pulled up her schoolbag and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Chapter completed!