Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 111 Harry, You Have To Live For Yourself (For First Book 2020)

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a corner of the classroom.

Harry, who had just finished the duel, was forcibly pulled into the corner by Ron and Hermione.

"What's going on? Why do you have such a strange attitude?" Harry asked a little at a loss when he thought of everyone subconsciously keeping away from him.

"Harry, you're a Parseltongue, why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked with some concern.

Well, because Lockhart disrupted the plot, the Dueling Club was not only held in advance, but at the same time, as the fuse of everything—Voldemort’s Horcrux was also imprisoned, so naturally it couldn’t trigger the Basilisk.

And Ron and Hermione, definitely don't know that Harry is Parseltongue.

"What?" Harry was suddenly blindfolded by Ron's worried tone, and asked hesitantly, "What is Parseltongue?"

Immediately afterwards, he continued to explain: "I just communicated with the big black snake and asked him to stop attacking."

"You should have seen that Black's python didn't attack anyone under my communication."

"Just now, Professor Lockhart awarded Gryffindor credits for this."

Hermione next to him saw the bewildered Harry, and said comfortingly, "Harry, don't worry, there won't be any major problems."

"It's just that the expression and voice you spoke just now are creepy and look very evil."

"As if...as if you were giving him an order."

Speaking of this, Hermione shuddered subconsciously when she recalled that Harry made a "hissing" sound just now, which seemed very strange and full of evil.

Hearing Hermione's comfort, Harry felt a little better inside.

But thinking of Professor Lockhart's words just now, he decided to go to Lockhart's office at night to answer the doubts in his heart.

Afterwards, Harry saw the movements of the people around him avoiding him, so he didn't say much. He still stayed in the corner, listening to the lectures given by the professors on the high platform.

But Harry was still a little absent-minded, and didn't listen carefully to the professors' lectures.

Whispering with Ron from time to time—what exactly is Parseltongue?

At night, Lockhart's office.

Lockhart looked at the pile of fan letters in front of him, cast magic, and controlled the quill to automatically reply with some standard thanks.

Then sign your name and set it aside.

Different from the habit of the original body, the original body likes to reply seriously to every letter from fans, and then let the owl send it back.

Because the original body likes to see all kinds of worship words in the letters from fans, and enjoys the fun.

But Lockhart is different now, he feels that most of these fan letters are things that waste his time and consume his life.

Therefore, specialize in a magic, and think of some more polite or standard words in advance.

Every time a fan sends a letter, he will basically reply with similar words later, and then sign his name, and let the owl send it back according to the original habit, so as to reduce the waste of time.

Well, in fact, it was the robot reply on the major apps in the previous life.

Even so, Lockhart was also working on reducing the frequency of replies as much as possible.

Prepare to find a suitable time to completely stop replying to letters.

He just finished responding to the latest batch of fan letters.

suddenly

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Professor, it's me."

Lockhart heard a familiar voice and replied, "Come in, Harry, the door is unlocked."

Click!

When Harry Potter heard the professor's voice, he pushed the door open and entered.

This was the first time he had entered Professor Lockhart's office.

When I just entered, I found that the most conspicuous thing was a huge amount of parchment pasted on the wall, on which a large number of seemingly mysterious and complicated runes were engraved.

It seems like a map, every other area has a different color and shape, and each has its own name.

Although he couldn't understand it, there was a feeling of ignorance.

In fact, these are the various runes that Lockhart studied. He classified the runes and ancient runes he had studied into different categories according to their properties, and recorded them on the parchment on the wall.

It seems to be showing off or... showing off their own achievements.

Every time when I am tired of research, I will be very satisfied when I look up at the large number of results I have studied.

Soon, he will continue to study new spells and runes with full motivation.

As for leaks, he wished someone would be interested in runes.

Not to mention, is there anyone who can research anything based on a list of runes similar to a directory?

Even if it is really researched.

The current him is equivalent to mastering the most cutting-edge magic technology in the entire Harry Potter world. Everyone wants to develop in the Ruwen rune or the new magic system.

In the end, you can only choose to contact him, and he will absorb all the essence reasonably with an equal and free attitude.

Well, this is the routine he learned from a certain country in his previous life.

And when Harry entered the middle of the office, he saw a large bookshelf against the side wall.

There are a lot of magic books of different colors on it, like a small library.

"Harry, come and sit."

Looking at Harry Potter observing his office, Lockhart smiled and waved to him, motioning to sit at his desk.

Harry regained his senses, watched Professor Lockhart reach out his hand to signal, and quickly sat down on the stool, asking with a somewhat reserved expression: "Professor, what do you want me to do?"

At this moment, Harry was very disturbed, for fear that the professor would bring up the matter of Parseltongue.

Regarding Parseltongue, I heard Ron give a lecture, and the more I listened to it, the more I felt a little scared and panicked.

"Harry, you have the ability to Parseltongue."

When Harry Potter heard it, his heart skipped a beat, and he said in a somewhat excited tone, "Professor, I'm not a black necromancer, I swear, I have nothing to do with them."

Seeing Harry's very excited emotions, he was even a little incoherent.

"Harry, calm down!" Lockhart poured out a glass of water with his wand, put it in front of Harry, and said comfortingly, "No one says you're a black necromancer."

"Parseltongue is not a symbol of black necromancer, don't be led astray by other people."

Hearing Lockhart's professor's comfort, Harry slowly recovered, and asked with some doubts after a while: "Professor, is it true?"

"I heard Ron say that Parseltongue is a symbol of black necromancer, and Slytherin is Parseltongue, very evil."

Hearing this, Lockhart raised his eyebrows, and said in a flat and slow tone: "Do you believe what he said?"

"Ron won't lie to me." Harry said hesitantly, "and everyone's reaction."

"Harry, putting aside all prejudices, do you think today's actions are helping or harming others?"

"I stopped the big black snake from attacking, and didn't hurt anyone." At first Harry hesitated, but he became more and more fluent later on: "I'm helping everyone."

"Yes, Harry, you are helping everyone." Lockhart praised Harry, "Let's not deny ourselves because of prejudice."

"You are doing something good." Lockhart said heavily.

"I'm doing something good," Harry muttered to himself.

"Yes, you are doing good deeds. Ability is like a magic wand in your hand. You can cast spells to save lives, but at the same time you can kill them."

"It's all about you, not what other people think"

"Now, tell me, would you like to be a helper?"

Lockhart's final question made Harry's eyes brighter, and he nodded heavily: "I do, I do."

"Then don't worry about other people's opinions." Lockhart nodded slightly, and said meaningfully:

"Harry, remember, you have to live for yourself, not for what other people think."

At the same time, the Sling Ring in Lockhart's hand flickered, but remained silent.

(end of this chapter)