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"Also, never challenge anyone to a duel offstage. Of course, if you want to end up in an urn, then disregard what I said."

Draco has been practicing magic with his godfather recently, hoping to defeat Harry and avenge his previous defeat. He never expected his opportunity to come so soon.

He walked up to Harry and challenged him, "Potter, dare to have a go at me?"

Whether Harry was annoyed by Draco's deliberate mispronunciation of his name or for some other reason, he readily agreed.

Once on stage, the two, under Snape's guidance, raised their wands in preparation.

They tacitly refrained from bowing to each other.

Snape counted, "One, two, three, begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Draco made his move.

"Suspended and flipped!"

A beam of light struck Harry, who tumbled through the air before crashing to the edge of the long table.

Slytherins burst into laughter at the sight, especially Draco's two henchmen, who laughed particularly loudly.

Harry angrily got up from the ground and, taking advantage of Draco's laughter, waved his wand.

"Grin and hula!"

Harry's spell did not work as intended; the spell was supposed to make people laugh until they were exhausted.

This only caused Draco to stumble and fall to the ground, landing right next to Snape.

Draco gave his godfather an awkward smile, only to be pulled up by Snape and made to continue fighting.

Draco waved his wand and used "Oolong Out of the Cave".

A cobra as thick as an arm appeared out of thin air and lunged at Harry.

Zicomo saw this from somewhere and remembered the origin of the curse.

It is said that it was invented a few years ago by an Indian wizard, whose purpose was to make a living in the Muggle world.

When you combine the elements of Indians and snakes, people will naturally think of Indian snake charmers.

That's right, those people you see on the street controlling cobras with flutes are actually sorcerers from India. That flute is actually their magic wand.

Of course, just kidding.

Zicomo was thinking about the principle behind the spell: the snake didn't appear out of thin air, but was summoned from somewhere.

Just like someone once mispronounced the "levitation spell" and summoned a bull.

Zicomo was thinking, since these animals are real, can we slaughter them and eat them?

I've heard that snake soup is quite nourishing.

The cobra on the stage suddenly felt a chill all over its body. It was a cold-blooded animal, so why did its body temperature suddenly drop?

Harry was about to use a spell to knock the snake away when he suddenly remembered an experience of releasing a snake at the zoo to scare his cousin.

He stopped holding his wand, leaned forward, and tried to communicate with the snake.

"Stop!" (Snakes)

The cobra thought it was hallucinating; how could it hear the voice of its own kind?

"Stop!" (Snakes)

It didn't seem like a hallucination; it slowed its pace and looked at Harry with a puzzled expression.

"Stop!" (Snakes)

Finally, he stopped.

Okay, you're big enough to stop now, so you can stop whenever you want.

Snape was completely baffled. He had never heard of any connection between the Potters and Slytherin.

The wizarding world places great importance on blood ties, so wizarding families with a lineage keep extra clear records of their family genealogies.

Snape had looked through the Potter family tree; after all, those who know you best are often your enemies.

But he didn't see anyone related to Slytherin in the Potter family tree. Could the problem lie with Lily?

In fact, Lily also speaks Parsley, but she hides it.

That's not right. If that were the case, she wouldn't have gone to Gryffindor when she was in school.

Snape couldn't figure it out either, so he decided not to dwell on the issue for now.

The immediate priority was to get Lily's son out of trouble, so he raised his wand and pointed it at the cobra.

"The snake vanished without a trace, turning into black smoke!"

The cobra instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished without a trace.

Zicomo grimaced, thinking it was a pity that he wouldn't be able to make snake soup from this snake.

"Alright, this duel is a draw. You can continue practicing."

Draco was not satisfied with the result, but it was his godfather's decision, so he couldn't say much.

At this point, nobody cared about the outcome of the duel; everyone was talking about Harry's Parseltongue skills.

If a young wizard doesn't know Parsleyan, the people around him will enthusiastically explain it to him.

"I said, keep practicing your spells!"

Snape cast a "loud voice" spell on himself, making the young wizards' ears ache.

The young wizards stopped their discussion and began practicing magic.

However, if you look closely, everyone seems a bit distracted, clearly still thinking about what just happened.

Draco, in particular, is very disappointed.

Even though he and Harry had fought to a draw, everyone was more focused on the fact that Harry was a Parseltongue.

He suddenly remembered something, went to a deserted corner, and looked around calling out Zicomo's name.

He just saw Zicomo walking in this direction.

"looking for me?"

Zicomo revealed himself, unaware of Draco's intentions.

"Didn't you say before that you had a way to become stronger quickly? What price do I need to pay?"

“Well, about this,” Zicomo thought for a moment and said, “100,000 Galleons, plus all the rare books in your family’s collection. Of course, I don’t need the originals, just a copy for me.”

Draco was in a dilemma after hearing this. He could manage to get a copy of the rare book at home, but he had no way of getting 100,000 Galleons.

In reality, 100,000 Galleons was just a price Zicomo casually quoted; he was not short of money at all.

The real gem is the Malfoy family's rare book collection.

A large family with a history of nearly a thousand years must have a lot of rare books in its collection. Although he hasn't finished reading all the books in the restricted section of Hogwarts, that doesn't stop him from collecting more to read later.

Seeing Draco's dilemma, Zicomo suggested, "You can go back and discuss it with your father. Tell him that this kind of improvement has no side effects and is beneficial for life."

Draco nodded upon hearing this and decided to go back and discuss the matter with his father.

After class, Harry was confused by everyone's discussion and decided to go back to his dormitory to rest.

His intense duel with Malfoy had taken a toll on his stamina.

Yes, all their energy was wasted on doing somersaults in the air.

Ron caught up with Harry in the Gryffindor common room and pulled him aside to ask.

"Harry, you speak Parseltongue, why didn't you tell us?"

"What am I?" Harry didn't understand the meaning of the word.

“You can talk to snakes,” Hermione explained from the side.

"I know, I once released a python into the zoo to scare my cousin. But so what? Many people in the wizarding world could do that, right?"

Harry shrugged indifferently.

"really!"

Zicomo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started causing trouble.

“For example, I can talk to Iro.”

As he spoke, he whistled out the window.

His owl flew in through the window.

"Ero, fly around the lounge once."

As soon as she finished speaking, Eruo 590 actually flew around the lounge once before landing on Zicomo's shoulder.

In reality, Eruo couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

It did this because it received instructions from Zikomo's mental transmission.

This is another use he discovered after projecting his mental energy outwards; it allows him to communicate directly with people or animals through his mental energy.

“Look, Zicomo can do that too.” Harry thought to himself, as if he had found a kindred spirit.