Chapter 63 I am a Parseltongue

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Late at night, in the dormitory.

Bajir fell asleep.

But at this moment, he didn't think about the trip to Diagon Alley with Hermione during the day.

Nor did I recall the delicacies at the Christmas dinner: a hundred fat roasted turkeys, mountains of roasted meats and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of rich Thick meat marinade and lingonberry sauce…

Every few steps on the dining table, there will be a blast like a cannon bombing, emitting blue smoke that swallows the whole person, and there are colorful firecrackers containing gifts such as mice and top hat wizard chess.

In fact, he was watching Harry.

Don't get me wrong, he was not infected by the British gay culture. But he didn't know whether Harry would wear the Invisibility Cloak for a night walk tonight, whether he would encounter the Mirror of Erised tonight, or whether he would talk to Dumbledore tonight.

Movies and novels are two carriers.

He didn't read the novel.

The movie doesn't specify which day of Christmas it is.

Therefore, in order for the diary destruction plan to proceed smoothly, he needed to observe Harry in real time and see his movements.

"Bajir?" Harry crawled to his bedside and pulled back the crimson flannel curtain and asked softly.

Bagir didn't answer. He knew Harry was only pretending to ask.

Sure enough, in the Hogwarts in his mind, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he quietly put on the invisibility cloak.

The whole person suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

If it weren't for the current Hogwarts, it would be equivalent to another body of Bajir.

He probably wouldn't be able to detect Harry either.

He was now curious where Harry would go?

In the movie, Harry thought about going to the restricted section of the library because he never found out who Nico Flamel was. What now?

Harry has now reached the fourth floor.

But in the library on the fifth floor, there is a shortcut to the second floor that is covered by a tapestry.

Still can't completely rule out the possibility that Harry wants to go to the library.

Bagir also began to look for traces of Dumbledore.

"Old pervert!"

Bagir was startled. I was so frightened that I burped full of turkey and cake smell.

Dumbledore stood behind Harry. The Mirror of Erised floated and moved behind him.

Bagir had never seen such a superb body disillusionment spell. Not only his voice, body temperature, and appearance were hidden.

Even the magical magnetic field is almost invisible. Maybe it's because of Dumbledore's superb Occlumency?

But this is too amazing, considering that Hogwarts is equivalent to Bajir's body. Dumbledore is equivalent to deceiving Hogwarts.

At the moment, Dumbledore was holding his hands behind his back, observing Harry's every move with great interest, sometimes even getting very close.

If Bagir hadn't also known the identity of Harry Voldemort's Horcrux, Dumbledore might have been observing the soul and Lily's love spell. He might have really thought that Dumbledore was an old pervert.

But even so, Bajir couldn't help but mourn for Harry.

He now also discovered Harry's destination - the girls' bathroom on the third floor, the one with Myrtle, the one where he said there was a secret passage this morning.

At this moment, the old pervert Dumbledore also looked at Harry with perverted eyes.

"Am I wrong? I shouldn't have let Harry grow up in the Dursleys so that he likes the girls' bathroom. Is Harry hated by Petunia not just because he is a wizard? Alas, it seems that Figg alone can't If it’s not enough, Harry’s primary school should also arrange one. This problem will be discovered and corrected in advance.”

Just as Dumbledore was regretting it, Harry opened the bathroom door.

"Who is it?" A miserable female voice with gurgling sounds sounded out, "Peeves? You want to make fun of me again."

"I'm not Peeves, Myrtle," Harry boldly replied.

He suddenly realized that he could disguise himself as a ghost. He knew Nearly Headless Nick very well and knew that ghosts could also become invisible.

Moreover, Myrtle is very unsociable and is not familiar with other ghosts.

Bo! There was the sound of something emerging from the toilet.

With a stream of water splashing on the ground.

The ghost of a squat girl appears through the toilet stall door.

Her face was the most melancholy and sullen face Harry had ever seen, half obscured by long, straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.

"What?" she asked with a sullen face.

"I want to know where the secret passage is, this is the bathroom." Harry asked.

"Are you not a ghost?" Myrtle screamed, "Am I so easy to deceive? I'm staying here just fine, thinking about my own problems, at Christmas! But you're here to make fun of poor Myrtle again! "

"Even though I'm dead, I still have feelings!"

"My life here has no joy, only sadness. Now that I'm dead, people still won't let me go!"

As she spoke, tears fell quickly from her transparent little eyes.

"I never said I was a ghost!" Harry said quickly.



While Harry tried his best to calm down Myrtle, Dumbledore became serious.

He wasn't relieved that Harry wasn't a pervert.

"Did the creature that killed Myrtle come from the secret passage here? The exit of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is the girls' bathroom? How did Harry know there was a secret passage here? Quirrell or...Tom."

"However, Harry will definitely not be able to ask anything. This secret passage and secret room cannot be discovered by ghosts, even if they can penetrate the wall."

"If it were possible, this secret room would not have been discovered by anyone for thousands of years."

Dumbledore thought, stroking his beard.

However, this was without Bagir's intervention.

"Our Partner - The Magic Wand" mentioned: [As long as you are a wizard, you should be able to use almost any tool to express your magic]

And Hogwarts, if viewed as a whole, is not a tool.

Under the cover of the magnetic field of this ancient castle, two confusion spells appeared close to Myrtle and Harry's scalps and shot them one after another.

So, Myrtle began to say: "I just assume that you are not joking with me."

Then she spoke of her own death with a look of honor, "...I just remember seeing a pair of huge, scary yellow eyes. It was like my whole body was grabbed, and then I floated away. I just died."

"If you insist that there is a secret passage here, it should be where the eye appears." Myrtle floated to the pool and pointed to a copper faucet with a small snake engraved on the side.

"I have also heard rumors that I was killed by the monster in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Although some people said it was Hagrid's stupid monster (Harry exclaimed: Hagrid!), but he was obviously It's a scapegoat. This faucet never produces water. And it happens to be engraved with the symbol of a snake..."

Myrtle smiled proudly, "This must be the entrance to the secret passage. The way it opens may be related to Slytherin's most famous symbol-Parseltongue."

"Parseltongue? What is that?" Harry didn't care to think about Hagrid, he had a bad feeling.

"Don't you know?" Myrtle's body swelled up, and she was obviously even more proud.

"Just the ability to talk to snakes."

Harry took off his invisibility cloak and said with a dejected expression, "Then...I am...a Parseltongue."