Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 147 Harry's Confusion

Harry's mouth made a hissing sound, his face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and even he didn't want to think of Harry at that time, no wonder it scared everyone.

"I spoke another language, the sound of a snake? I didn't say anything at all, I didn't feel it, I just said back and let the snake back away." Harry's face was also terrified.

He couldn't imagine himself standing in the middle of everyone, making a snake cry with a gloomy face, and holding a snake. Such a scene is more terrifying than the most evil Slytherin.

"It turns out that this is how the descendants of Slytherin control the basilisk." Harry suddenly understood how the descendants of Slytherin controlled the basilisk.

"Malfoy summoned a snake again today. His body was as soft and flexible as a snake. He saw that Harry was also a Parseltonian, and the expression on his face was very strange." Hermione also recalled Malfoy's reaction at that time.

"Maybe you are also the great-great-great-great-grandson of Salazar Slytherin or something. You and Malfoy are probably related." Ron said to Harry with a strange expression.

"I'm not going to be Malfoy's relative." Harry refused the possibility, it was crazy.

"It's hard for you to deny this possibility." Hermione said hesitantly, "Slytherin lived more than a thousand years ago, and the Potter family is also an ancient pure-blood family. From what we know so far, you Possibly a descendant of Slytherin."

Harry was speechless, giving birth to an inexplicable and unexplainable panic.

"You didn't really manipulate the basilisk, did you?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"It's not funny at all." Harry said angrily, he was going crazy.

All of a sudden, he's Parseltongue, a descendant of Slytherin, maybe even Malfoy's brother. The classmates had begun to believe that he was manipulating the basilisk, and that he was attacking his classmates in the academy, which was not funny at all.

At night, Harry tossed and fell asleep, he was very awake and very sensitive. He could still hear Ron's breathing in the dormitory, and he remembered what had just happened.

It was dark all around, snowflakes outside the window, and cold outside the quilt. There were thousands of thoughts in his heart, and a kind of loneliness emerged spontaneously.

Who is he? Harry, Potter, or Slytherin. He doesn't know who he should ask, he doesn't know anything about his family. The only ones he knew were the Dursleys who abused him every day. The fat, ugly, murderous Uncle Vernon and his stupid son, Cousin Dudley. And the cold, crazy Aunt Petunia.

Hagrid once sent him a photo album with pictures of his father and mother. They were so young then, as high-spirited as he was. I don't know if they will have the same troubles as Harry, as if they have no parents or relatives.

"Am I really a descendant of Slytherin." Harry thought with some discomfort, "but I'm Gryffindor."

But he quickly recalled, "The Sorting Hat was supposed to send me to Slytherin, but I made it to Gryffindor at my own request."

Thinking of this, he calmed down a little, "At least I can choose, I am Gryffindor now, and I will be Gryffindor in the future. I hate the Dursleys now, and I will hate the Dursleys in the future. I I hate Slytherin now, and I can continue to hate Slytherin in the future. Whatever bastards they are, bastards, whatever bloody relatives he is."

Thinking of this, Harry finally fell asleep with a full heart, with a relaxed and happy expression on his face.

The next morning, the snowflakes drifting at night had turned into a violent blizzard, mixed with howling winds. In an instant, the entire academy turned into a country of ice and snow.

The last herbal gram of the semester was cancelled because of this, and Professor Sprout needed to dress her mandrakes in warm clothes.

Put them in socks and scarves to keep them from getting sick from the cold.

Herbs can also get sick, which sounds awkward. But think about it, it's not surprising that trees will freeze to death.

Now that the mandrake has become the center of gravity in the academy, Mrs Norris and Colin Creevey, who were petrified by the basilisk, are all counting on it. Professor Sprout didn't dare to hand over such a serious matter to others, she did everything by herself.

Harry sat bored in the Gryffindor lounge, over the fire, a little irritable. Ron and Hermione were playing a magic chess game and they were about to fight.

Ron has had a strong interest in chess since he was a child. After all, the Weasley family's financial constraints made it difficult for him to have any toys.

At this time, draw a few lines on the ground, write a few words on paper, the simplest and cheapest toy, and a magic chess set. This gadget that the rich family completely dislikes can make poor children never tire of it. It was one of the few games in the Weasley family, and Ron was one of the best.

He controlled a bishop, threw Hermione's knight off the horse, and threw the chessboard. Hermione's pieces were running out.

"Damn, obviously my computing power is far superior to yours." Hermione was a little mad, she had lost several times in a row. Knowing that dào shouldn't have played magic chess with Ron, she regretted it.

"Unless your computing power can catch up with George, you're still too naive if you want to beat me just by counting, hehe." Ron let out a sinister smirk, it's not easy to beat Hermione in a project .

"I'm going out for a walk." Harry felt a little stuffy in the lounge, Ron and Hermione were playing together again, he was alone, so he just went out for a walk.

"Be safe, and remember to bring your rooster." Ron and Hermione continued to fret on the chessboard, and politely said a few words without looking back.

"I don't know if the dào basilisk will hibernate." Harry whispered, it was actually quite safe during the day, after all, there would be students and teachers walking around.

Snakes need yào hibernation, and I hope basilisks also need yào hibernation, so that at least everyone can safely wait until the mandrakes mature.

Harry climbed out of the portrait hole and went outside.

Thick cumulus clouds obscured the gray sky, and large flakes of snow fell from the sky. A gust of cold wind made Harry shiver, and even made him think about going back.

"It's all coming." He tightened his sleeves to block the air leaks, and passed a classroom where he was in class trembling. He heard some yelling coming out, it was Professor McGonagall, berating a student. The student's hands were shaking so badly that he turned his friend into a badger.

(To be continued.)

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