A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

By the second day of the weekend, news of Colin Creevey's attack had spread throughout Hogwarts.

This time is different from the last one; that was just a cat, but this time it's a student. If it weren't for the fact that it could be saved, it would probably have caused widespread panic.

On the other hand, the regular visits by professors and class leaders also exacerbated everyone's anxiety, even though it was a necessary measure.

After the evening spellbook lesson.

Felix and Hermione briefly shared some information they could: "The Hogwarts professors will ensure the safety of the young wizards; you can spread the word to them."

Hermione happily agreed.

"But Professor, why do you guess the monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a snake?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Felix, of course, wouldn't tell the truth; he could only recount the untold stories about Slytherin and the snake.

"Slytherin controlling snakes to serve him?"

"Of course, after all, he's the most famous Parsleyan known," Felix replied.

From the few words left by Ravenclaw, it can be seen that Slytherin was always accompanied by various snakes, which were at his beck and call, making him very "famous" at the time.

Hermione gasped, "Professor! You mean... Parseltongue can control snakes?" Her heart pounded.

"I'm just speculating, after all, Parsleyan is so rare that there aren't many samples for research. But since this ability can be inherited, it means it's not just a simple foreign language, but contains magic..."

……

In a corner of the common room, the trio were engaged in a fierce conflict.

"Harry, I think you should tell Dumbledore, or Professor Hyp, that you have Parsleyan speech."

"Don't say it," Ron retorted without hesitation.

"Ron! You don't realize how serious this is." Hermione glared at him angrily.

Ron lowered his head and whispered, "Harry, what I mean is, don't reveal this secret. If you reveal your Parseltongue in public, you're finished. You'll definitely be considered the heir to Slytherin."

"We can just tell Headmaster Dumbledore and ask him to keep it a secret," Hermione argued.

Harry rubbed his forehead. "But that doesn't really make much sense, does it? You know I wasn't the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, which means there's a Parseltongue hiding in the school."

"If I'm exposed, he'll only hide even better."

Harry didn't want to reveal his secret, not only because of Parseltongue's bad reputation, but also because of a hidden resistance in his heart. When he was sorted into his first house, the Sorting Hat strongly invited him to Slytherin.

Does this foreshadow anything?

Did the Sorting Hat see through his true nature?

Harry said to Hermione, "Besides, we can't even be sure if the monster is a snake, right? Maybe what I heard that day was just the murmur of a passing snake, even Professor Hyp admits that. You've been searching the library for so many days, and you haven't found any corresponding snakes, have you?"

Hermione was speechless. The closest description she found was of a creature called the Basilisk, whose gaze was deadly, but it could not petrify people.

Ron finally tried to smooth things over, saying, "Let's brew the Polyjuice Potion as soon as possible and get some answers from Malfoy."

"And that little elf named Dobby is also very strange."

……

In the new week, in addition to comforting the young wizards in class, Felix also gave them a special reminder: "Don't trust any talking magical creation unless you can see where its brain is hidden."

"Professor, are you talking about the Sorting Hat?" asked one of the twins, Fred.

“No, it has stood the test of a thousand years, and we can trust it,” Felix said seriously. “But some other things, like those things you find by chance in the library’s mezzanine or in an abandoned old broom shed, you should be very careful if you find that you can talk to them.”

"They may be extremely dangerous creations of dark magic."

"I could give you hundreds of similar examples..."

For the rest of the class, Felix used real-life cases from various countries to constantly intimidate these unreliable young wizards, and judging from their expressions, he had achieved his goal.

As evening fell, when the twins told the story they had heard to everyone, everyone listened with rapt attention.

"I never imagined Professor Hyp was so knowledgeable," Fred and George said to Ron as they walked to a corner of the lounge.

He winked and gestured to Ginny, who was looking dejected, "Ginny, I still have a lot of stories to tell. If you want to hear them, I..."

"No need!" Ginny said curtly.

The twins exchanged a glance and began to perform in an exaggerated manner, imitating a hapless man who found a black magic book and whose eyes were now permanently attached to it.

Ginny trembled as she listened.

"Alright, stop scaring Ginny," Hermione said, taking the little girl's hand reassuringly. "The professor will protect us, as long as we don't get too curious..."

Ginny nodded.

The next day at noon, Ginny secretly glanced around, left the group, and went to a secluded place. She took out a black notebook from her bag and threw it forcefully.

After their afternoon potions class, the trio quietly went to the abandoned washroom to brew a compound potion.

"Everything is going well so far," Hermione announced happily, glancing at the color of the potion.

"Wait." Harry looked toward a corner of the bathroom where there seemed to be something, but it was too dark for him to see clearly.

Just as I was about to get closer, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

The three looked at each other in horror—"Who's there?" Harry shouted.

The footsteps quickly disappeared.

Harry gritted his teeth, opened the door and chased after him. After a while, he returned.

"It's Malfoy!" he said through gritted teeth. "He must have come with us."

"Did he notice...?"

"I don't know."

"But it's no longer safe here."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione agreed to change locations, and this time they chose an abandoned classroom in the basement.

"This place is very remote."

The three were very satisfied with the new location.

In the evening, a young wizard quietly slipped away to the place where Harry and his friends had been brewing potions. After a slight hesitation, he entered the girls' restroom.

After a while, he came out and left quickly, something tucked into his robe.