Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 220 Look, it’s urgent

When Ron heard Harry say that almost anyone could stop the snake from attacking, he almost groaned as he said it:
"Oh, they can't do it—in fact, very few people can."

Sherlock is right; this is not an ordinary skill, it is very rare.

"Harry, this is terrible, this is really bad."

"How did it get so bad?"

Hearing Ron's incomprehensible words, even the usually good-natured Harry couldn't help but become a little annoyed:
"What's wrong with you all? What's wrong with each of you?"

“Calm down,” Sherlock said with a smile to Harry. “I know you’re anxious, my dear friend. Calm down.”

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Harry took a deep breath and said this.

“I have to tell you, no one but yourself understands what you’re saying to that snake.”

I bet you a Galleon that most people will think you're encouraging that snake to attack me!

"how is this possible?"

Harry jumped to his feet. "How...how could I possibly hurt you!"

"Look, he's in a hurry."

Am I in a hurry?

"Anxious!"

"Anxious."

Ron and Hermione said it with certainty.

Harry: "..."

He glared at his two friends, then turned to Sherlock and took another deep breath: "Fine... actually, this is the second time I've done this."

Ron and Hermione looked surprised again.

Sherlock then gestured for him to continue.

Harry took a deep breath: "Actually, it's a long story."

Sherlock: "Then let's get to the point."

Harry: ━━∑(￣□￣*|||━━
Even in such a serious setting, Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hermione glanced at Sherlock with a hint of helplessness.

However, after being momentarily speechless, Harry indeed kept the story short:
That was before the start of the school year last year.

At the time, I didn't know I was a wizard. When I went to the zoo with the Dursleys, I accidentally released a python, which then lunged at my cousin Dudley.

Later, I spoke with the python, and it told me that although it was labeled as being in Brazil, it had never actually been to Brazil.

After hearing Harry's words, Hermione and Ron looked at each other in bewilderment.

Sherlock smiled slightly and directly pointed out the crux of the problem:

"Harry, because of your preconceived notions, you have been misunderstanding something all along."

The ability to speak is not a skill possessed by all wizards.

"What?!" Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "No, isn't that right?"

Hermione spoke at just the right moment, continuing Sherlock's words:
"No—Sherlock is right, Harry, Parseltongue is a very rare ability and is usually hereditary."

The key point is that Salazar Slytherin's famous ability was to talk to snakes.

That's why the symbol of the Slytherin school is a snake!

Harry looked at Hermione in shock upon hearing this.

Hermione paused here, a complicated expression on her face, and then continued, organizing her thoughts:

"To date, almost all known Parsleyans are descendants of Salazar Slytherin."

Hearing this, Harry suddenly understood why the others had such complicated expressions after discovering that he possessed this ability.

They actually believe...

Ron directly stated what those people were thinking:
"Now, everyone in the school thinks you're some kind of great-great-great-great-grandson of Slytherin..."

“Impossible!” Harry immediately retorted.

“Harry, you’ll find this very difficult to prove.”

Hermione said gravely, “Salazar Slytherin lived over a thousand years ago, which is far too long ago.”

Furthermore, based on all the information we have now, you are very likely to be his successor.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Harry jumped up, took two steps back, and waved his hands frantically, as if that would make him completely rid himself of this dislike.

Hermione and Ron both looked at him with an indescribable expression.

Harry dared not meet their gazes again, and even less dared to look Sherlock in the eyes.

He walked quickly to the window of the common room and watched through it as snowflakes drifted across the castle.

Am I... a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?

Harry felt completely lost.

After all, he knew nothing about his father's family, and the Dursleys always forbade him from asking about his magical family members.

At that moment, he even secretly tried to speak in crawling, but he couldn't get the words out.

It seems he can only do this when he is face to face with a snake.

At this moment, it felt like two little people were fighting in Harry's mind.

One of them said, "I belong to Gryffindor. If I really had Slytherin blood, the Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me here."

The other retorted with a sneer: "But the Sorting Hat originally intended to put you in Slytherin. Don't you remember that so quickly?"

"Even if I really am a descendant of Slytherin, so what? I have never intended to hurt anyone..."

"You now admit that you are his successor!"

“I…” Almost instantly, the second little man gained the upper hand.

For a moment, Harry felt completely confused and had no idea what to do.

The label "Successor of Slytherin" was like a fog shrouding his mind, gradually engulfing him.

Just as Harry felt he was about to suffocate under the weight of this thought, a gentle voice appeared, as if a ray of sunshine had dispelled the fog that had enveloped his heart.

"That doesn't matter, my friend."

Harry turned to look at Sherlock, only to find the latter's grey eyes fixed on him: "Did you open the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Of course not! I don't even know where that thing is!"

Harry said angrily.

Sherlock continued, "So, did you incite the black snake summoned by Professor Snape to attack me—in crawling language, as most people here believe?"

“That’s even more impossible! Sherlock, you know we are…”

"Isn't that okay?"

Sherlock stepped forward and stood beside Harry, looking out the window.

"Never let others influence your judgment; what others think is not important."

"Sherlock, I..."

"Most people in this world are mediocre and only see bustling streets and traffic, but when you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you can see the battlefield."

As Sherlock spoke, he turned to look at Hermione and Ron, a hint of disdain on his lips:
"In fact, I think it's an extremely ridiculous thing."

Salazar Slytherin's successor a thousand years later is actually a Gryffindor?
If Slytherin himself knew what others thought, he'd probably jump out of his coffin and start cursing!

Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance and immediately realized that Sherlock's words made a lot of sense.

After Sherlock's words of encouragement, Harry felt much better.

First of all, I could never be a Slytherin descendant.

Secondly, even if I really am a Slytherin descendant, so what?
As long as I follow Sherlock, I'm not afraid of anything!
However, Harry soon discovered that not everyone was as calm as Sherlock, and his situation at Hogwarts began to deteriorate rapidly.

Since the Duel Club started, all sorts of rumors have been circulating at school:

"Parsleyan is a hallmark of dark wizards. No orthodox wizard has ever been able to speak to snakes. Slytherin himself was called Parsleyan."

"Those words written on the wall are Harry Potter's warning to Muggle-born wizards!"

"Porter was unhappy with Filch, and his cat died. Colin Creevey angered Porter, and he died too. You'd better take a look at your bloodline; you might be next!"

"Hahahahaha!"

When Sherlock heard these claims, he was overjoyed and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"To be honest, I never imagined that these guys would have such a rich imagination."

“That’s not all,” Ron added, “Yesterday, several Hufflepuff students went up to Harry and specifically said that they were purebloods.”

"Is there still this?"

This was truly unexpected for Sherlock.

Ron mimicked the tone of a young wizard and said:
“'If you're thinking of taking advantage of me, I might as well tell you that you can trace your lineage back nine generations to wizards in my family. My bloodline is as pure as anyone else's, so—'”

“I don’t care what bloodline he has!” Harry interrupted Ron, furious.

"Look, he's in a hurry."

Now, no matter who it is, Harry calms down whenever he says that.

He took a deep breath: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry—so why should I attack Muggles? What good would that do me?"

"Yeah, they say you hate the Muggles who live with you, you know, your aunt and uncle and your cousin..."

“It’s impossible not to hate the Dursleys if you live with them! I wish the people who say these things would try it.”

"Don't be like that, Harry, and your relationship with them has improved a lot now, hasn't it?"

Hermione coaxed, "The innocent are innocent. Just do your own thing and let others talk!"

Hearing Hermione's words, Harry's anger subsided slightly, and he said with a wry smile:

"I heard they rushed to reserve seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to go home for Christmas."

They changed their minds because they found out I was going to stay at school.

I never imagined I would have such influence.

"Don't look so gloomy, come and have a drink!"

Ron is already in vacation mode, "At least you have my family with you!"

Harry wasn't only accompanied by the Weasleys.

Besides Percy, Penelope Clearwater also did not go home.

Her public statement was the same as Percy's: helping the teacher maintain order during this turbulent time. Whether she truly believed that was what she was doing, only she knew.

After all, Sherlock had already pointed out the relationship between Percy and Penelope before the start of this semester, so those who knew the inside story were all aware of it but kept it to themselves.

Fortunately, she also scoffed at the idea that Harry was a Slytherin descendant.

Qiu Zhang shares the same attitude.

The attitudes of these two individuals did influence some Ravenclaw students.

There's also good news for Harry: Cho Chang will be staying at school during the holiday.

She specifically sought out Harry to talk about this: "My parents aren't home this holiday, so I'm planning to stay at school—which is a good opportunity to teach you that spell."

Seeing the smile on Cho Chang's face, Harry felt instantly healed.

On the day of the holiday, Harry and Ron went to the train station to see Sherlock and Hermione off to go home.

The impact of the Duel Club was still spreading, and all the young wizards who saw Harry avoided him and boarded the trains around him.

This made Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley, who were standing next to Harry, stand out.

(End of this chapter)