HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Harry decided to take advantage of the Herbology class the next day to make things clear with Justin. He didn't know he was a Parseltongue and he just wanted the snake to stop. How could he instigate a snake to kill his classmates in public?

"Now the whole school will think you are Salazar's great-great-great-great-grandson."

"You will find how difficult it is to prove that. After all, he lived more than 1000 years ago, as we all know."]

Harry recalled what Ron and Hermione said during the day, and he was full of worries. He tried to speak some snake language again, but he couldn't say it. It seemed that this only happened when he was facing a snake. Before coming to Hogwarts, he had gone to the zoo with the Dudley family and the same thing happened when he was facing a snake - it was a Brazilian python, but the snake told him that it had never been to Brazil.

Harry's mind was struggling madly.

"I'm in Gryffindor. If I were really the heir of Slytherin, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have sorted me into..."

"Hey!" Another annoying voice in his head told him, "The Sorting Hat originally wanted to sort you into Slytherin, have you forgotten?"

The next day, Harry fell into despair as he watched the heavy snow and the notice of cancellation of the Herbology class.

Harry was extremely upset. Hermione, who was playing wizard chess with Ron, couldn't stand it anymore and said, "If you really care that much, go find Justin."

So Harry had another big argument with Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff while he was looking for Justin in the library - Ernie was sharing his "scoop" with a group of Hufflepuffs.

Harry stormed out of the library angrily and met Hagrid in the corridor, who was holding a dead hen in his hand.

"How are you, Harry?" Hagrid asked him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked back.

Hagrid lifted the limp chicken in his hand and said, "The roosters I bought were either dead or missing. Someone said I was not suitable for raising chickens, so I bought a few hens, and then it became like this." He was a little angry: "It's neither a weasel nor a fox, but it's definitely not my problem. I'm going to ask Dumbledore for permission to cast a spell on my chicken coop."

Rooster? Harry thought again of the crowing of a rooster that Hermione and the others had mentioned, but he chose not to tell Hagrid.

The two exchanged a few words and then parted ways, but as soon as Harry stepped onto the stairs, he heard that creepy voice again.

“Damn it! Damn it! Kill…kill her…all of them die…all of them die!”

Harry quickly ran up the stairs. This time, he seemed to hear the sound of a rooster faintly. Harry quickened his pace, turned into a corridor, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The headless Nick was floating in the air with a dark complexion and black smoke coming out of his neck. If you ignore the fact that he was a ghost, he would look just like Mrs. Norris before!

……

So Harry was taken to the headmaster's office by Professor McGonagall because he was caught red-handed.

Harry walked into the headmaster's office. It was filled with portraits of past headmasters, and on the table were some strange-looking silver utensils. On a shelf lay the tattered Sorting Hat.

Harry took it off and put it on his head, and a familiar voice rang out.

"What's troubling you, Harry Potter?"

"Um, yes - sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask, that is -" Harry whispered.

"You want to know if I put you in the wrong house? Oh, yes, you're a tough one, but I stand by what I said last year, you'd be great in Slytherin."

"You're wrong." Harry pulled the Sorting Hat off and put it back on the shelf.

Harry heard a strange noise coming from inside. He walked in and saw an old, ugly bird on the bird stand. He looked at the bird, and the bird looked at him sadly.

Suddenly, the bird's entire body burst into flames and it turned into a firebird, before turning into a pile of ashes.

Harry watched this scene in shock, and suddenly, Dumbledore appeared.

"Professor - I, I didn't do anything, your bird, it suddenly caught fire." Harry said panicked.

"It's about time." Dumbledore chuckled as he looked at Harry's dazed face.

"It's been bad for a while." He walked towards Harry. "Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry, and when a phoenix dies it goes up in flames and rises from the ashes, you see..."

Harry looked down and saw a wrinkled, bald little bird with a pile of black ash sticking out its head. It was as ugly as it had been when it had just grown old.

"Look, the phoenix is ​​such a wonderful creature. It can carry very heavy things, its tears can heal wounds, and it can give birth to new life after going through the torment and test of fire..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was violently burst open with a bang, and Hagrid rushed in carrying the limp chicken, shouting that Harry was not the murderer.

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore raised his voice. "Don't get excited. I certainly don't think it was Harry who did it."

"Of course you won't...Oh, uh, then I'll...go wait outside." Hagrid awkwardly carried the chicken and left again.

"Snack Buckle"

"Um, can I come in?"

Hermalena knocked on the door. She was called by Dumbledore. She saw someone enter the headmaster's office and wanted to wait before going in. However, Hagrid walked past her and rushed in, making Reina stand there awkwardly.

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore waved his hand.

Reina walked in.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Reina." Harry nodded.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at the two of them.

Reina walked up to Harry and Dumbledore. She saw Fawkes and asked, "Is this the Phoenix?"

"Yes, I am sorry that you should see it like this," said Dumbledore.

"It seems that I came a step too late and missed the scene of its rebirth from the fire. If I had known earlier, I should have come in directly like Hagrid." Reina said jokingly.

"I saw it, but it gave me a fright," said Harry.

"Well, it's rare to see a phoenix rising from the ashes. Believe me, Harry, you will get lucky."

"In fact, I was not lucky, Professor Dumbledore. Do you really believe that it was not me who did it?" Harry turned to Dumbledore.

"No, Harry, I don't think it's you."

But after saying this, Dumbledore's face sank again. He looked at the tip of Harry's nose thoughtfully and said, "But I must ask you, do you... have something to tell me?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He thought of Malfoy's sarcasm, the Polyjuice Potion that was still cooking, the strange voice, Ron's words: "Hearing voices that others can't hear is not a good sign, even in the wizarding world", other people's comments, and the words of the Sorting Hat... He was a little confused.

"Oh, maybe I should step away," Reina said aloud.

Harry looked at Lena, and a voice sounded loudly in his mind, drowning out all other thoughts: "Secrets are weapons and friends."

"No." Harry turned to look at Dumbledore. "Nothing, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at Harry through his half-moon glasses. He nodded and said, "Very well, then. You may go."