140: Joel's Guess and New Clues in Northern Europe
Not only was Joel able to identify the problem behind Malfoy's serene spell, but the five professors present and some students who were proficient in summoning spells also discovered this flaw.
But the authorities were confused, and Harry, who was in a panic, looked at the snakes surrounding him from all directions, and his mouth made a hissing sound involuntarily, as if the snakes were spitting out messages.
The students in the audience were whispering.
"What is this sound?"
"Isn't he... a Parselmouth?"
"Isn't it true that only Slytherins can speak Parseltongue?" Someone said such a sentence in the crowd, and panic spread among the hundreds of students in the auditorium.
From Harry's perspective, he was just yelling at the snakes: "Get away from me!"
At first he didn't pay attention to the change in his voice. After hearing his words, the snakes shrank back one after another, and their high snake heads became sluggish.
Harry, who was relieved, noticed the reactions of everyone in the audience and met Snape's thoughtful gaze.
"What's going on?" Malfoy also panicked. Professor Snape just asked him to cast a spell that could summon a snake, trying to scare the shit out of Harry, but he didn't say that the Potter boy knew Parseltongue.
Professor Lockhart couldn't stand it, so he quickly stepped onto the stage and waved his wand, and the transformed snakes turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air.
"This game is considered a draw. The two third-year students should hurry up and come on stage." Professor Lockhart glanced at Harry and had an idea in his mind, quickly covering up the flickering light in his eyes.
Harry was pulled off the stage by Ron and Hermione. Looking at the suspicious eyes of the classmates around him, he felt an inexplicable sense of panic in his heart.
"Hailis, I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back to the dormitory first," Joel said to his girlfriend with a frown as he watched the Iron Triangle disappear into the crowd in the auditorium, "Do you want to come with us?"
Seeing his worried look, Haylis nodded obediently, turned her head slightly and saw Beatrice. She pursed her lips, reached out to hold Joel's arm, and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.
Beatrice looked at the intertwined arms of the two people in the Hufflepuff team, and her nose almost became angry.
Joel said goodbye to Haylis in the common room, returned to the empty dormitory, pulled out a blank parchment from the drawer, and wrote down the information he now knew and the conclusions he had inferred.
The diary is most likely in the hands of Gilderoy Lockhart and Draco Malfoy. Joel had doubts about Snape at first, but with his character, if he received Riddle sent by Lucius,
The diary must be handed over to Dumbledore.
And Snape specially ordered Malfoy to use a spell to force Harry to speak Parseltongue tonight. What was the purpose?
Joel was writing and drawing on the parchment. Snape must know that Parseltongue is the most important characteristic of the Slytherin heir. If Harry uses Parseltongue in public, he will naturally be suspected by the students...
I see!
An idea flashed in Joel's mind, and Snape transferred the suspect to Harry. As long as he was confirmed as the heir of Slytherin, the real mastermind could relax and attack Hogwarts without restraint.
other students within.
The man behind the scenes also wanted Harry to attract public opinion fire, so he naturally wanted to cooperate with this performance. The location he wanted to choose for the attack would naturally be a place Harry must pass through.
At that time, as long as we keep an eye on Harry, we can find out the mastermind behind it.
Snape played this game brilliantly!
The basilisk Joel in the secret room must be eliminated. This guy attacks almost indiscriminately. If he targets himself and his companions, the consequences will be disastrous.
Although in the original work, the basilisk only killed one person in total - Myrtle, this was all due to the luck of the people in the original work who did not look directly into the eyes of the basilisk.
Joel didn't want to gamble on his luck. It was well known that he had never been very lucky.
Now that it has come out to cause trouble, don't blame Joel for sending it to meet Merlin and Slytherin.
Joel glanced at the lines and names on the parchment, hesitated for a moment, and used his wand to burn the parchment into black ashes. These were the safest things to store in his brain.
The Halloween dinner passed by in a blink of an eye. The students at Hogwarts were not very interested in this year's dinner. They were more worried about the monsters in the secret room than the delicious food.
But the current victim is only Mrs. Norris. Without casualties, Dumbledore cannot suspend classes.
As for Harry, being the target of public criticism was even more uncomfortable. Now the students of the other three houses believed that he was the heir of Slytherin, and even the good guys from Ravenclaw House analyzed the whole process of the first attack.
, demonstrating from various angles how Harry committed the crime while avoiding the sight of his classmates and professors.
After the ancient magic text class next week, Professor Babuling handed the ancient book and a note to Joel.
"I have translated all the words of H?lsinge Runes in this book. As expected, this book was produced between 1200 and 1300 years ago," she adjusted her glasses and said coldly, "This
This note is a copy and can last for about a week. You'd better read it quickly or make another copy. I don't have that much free time."
Joel took the note and flipped through a few pages, and found that Professor Babling's translation was extremely detailed, and he also specifically explained the use of this rune.
Holding a thick notebook with dozens of pages, Joel felt a little moved.
"Professor, how is the progress of your research on H?lsinge Runes?" he asked.
Professor Babuling glanced at him, opened the water glass and took a sip, "It went well, mainly because the value of your book is very high."
"This book and six others are in your hands, right?"
"That's right," Joel didn't hide anything this time, "Professor, do you want both?"
Professor Babuling nodded coldly, but could not hide the longing in her eyes.
Joel hurried back to the dormitory and brought all the remaining six volumes with him.
"I will be able to translate all these books around Christmas," Professor Babling promised. "Similar to this time, I am short of time and can only give you copies. If this article is about Hölsinge
If the paper guided by the magic of Runes words is published, I will write your name in the special acknowledgment column at the end."
Joel thought about it for a moment. He paid for Professor Babuling's translation for nothing and could earn some fame. It didn't seem like a loss.
He immediately and simply agreed. Professor Babling took six volumes of ancient books from Joel and started reading them eagerly. After twenty years of research on ancient magic texts, this was the first time that Professor Babling saw H?lsinge Runes used.
If it achieves some breakthroughs in the ancient books of the magical world written in words, it is very likely that it will go down in history.
Joel returned to the dormitory and carefully looked through the notes given to him by Professor Babling, and found that this rune book was actually an explanation of spell casting.
The way wizards cast spells hundreds of years ago was completely different from modern wizards. They did not rely on wands to output spells - some powerful spells were exceptions. Wands were more like auxiliary props for them. In most cases,
Ancient wizards preferred to cast spells without a wand, as they hated the sense of restraint brought by the wand.
The wand relies on the wizard, rather than the wizard relying on the wand. This is the purest concept of ancient wizards. Unlike the modern magical world, wizards have become puppets of the wand. Wizards without wands are not much better than Muggles.
Joel couldn't put it down and spent two free days reading this notebook.
After reading the entire content, Joel let out a long sigh of relief, lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and kneaded his temples with both hands to slightly relieve his headache symptoms.
This set of seven ancient books is similar to Nordic preschool education textbooks. Judging from the year, this set of books is longer than the founding history of Hogwarts - Hogwarts was founded 900 years ago.
Since there was a wizarding preschool education system, which meant that there were already magic schools in Scandinavia in Northern Europe at that time, Joel frowned, got up and ran to the library.
After searching in the library for a long time, he finally found something fishy.
The thick book in their hands introduced the history of the establishment of three major European schools. They used it when compiling the complete solution to the CLBT magic course in the first grade. They did not expect to meet again two years later.
"Durmstrang: Located in Scandinavia, Northern Europe, it was founded by the Bulgarian witch Nelida Volkanova around 1195 AD..."
Joel saw such a line in the opening introduction of Durmstrang School. It seems that this set of preschool education textbooks comes from another source.
As soon as he closed the book, he heard rumbling footsteps in the library, rapid and panicked.
"What are you doing!" Mrs. Pince, the administrator, did not allow others to make the slightest noise in her precious library. "This is a library! A public place!"
"Ping, Mrs. Pings, go and tell the professors..." The voice came intermittently, and Joel put the book back to its original place and walked out.
Going around a corridor, Joel saw a bunch of students surrounding Mrs. Pince, who was carrying a feather duster. There were also many people who, like Joel, put down their books and rushed over.
"A student is petrified outside!" A Gryffindor student gasped, "It's in the corridor outside the library!"
The students in the library fell into panic in an instant. The children's screams could not be heard. The atmosphere of panic continued to spread. No one knew whether the monster in the secret room was still waiting outside the library.
"Don't worry," Mrs. Pingsi said in a rare calm tone. She waved the feather duster in her hand and held it behind her back. The bare wooden pole was exposed, as if she was holding a wooden sword. "You guys just stay still."
Stay here and let me explore the way first."
It is now half past seven in the evening. Dinner has been over for a while. There are not many students wandering around the castle with nothing to do. Most of them are concentrated in the library. At this moment, no student dares to leave the brightly lit library and go out to explore.
, Mrs. Pince’s thin figure was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, like a lone warrior.
Several junior Ravenclaw girls came over. Joel knew that they were a little scared, but he didn't show any impatience on their faces. After all, they were classmates in his own college, so it was best to protect them as much as possible.
Seeing this, senior students from various colleges finally took action. They gathered students from their own colleges together for protection.
Ravenclaw College has its own self-study area in the common room. There are not many students running to the library. At the moment, there is not even a prefect, so Joel can only temporarily command and lead.
What's more, Hufflepuff House couldn't find a prefect in the library to lead the younger students. Beatrice Shafik was in the library at this time, and she saw Joel speaking softly.
Yu comforted several tearful junior girls, feeling that their chance had come.
She rubbed her eyes hard, trying to make them look as red as a rabbit, with a cute white face, and then pouted, Beatrice looked in the makeup mirror and felt that she had
A little excited.
"Mr. Taylor..." She squeezed past, her head lowered slightly, looking pitiful, "I'm a little scared."
"Well..." Joel glanced at Beatrice, "Maybe you can find someone else to help?"
"Sed!" he shouted to the other end of the library. Mrs. Pince was not here at the moment, and the students were noisy in the library and no one was there to stop them. "Come and take care of the girl from your college! She said she was scared."
Cedric had just comforted several children, and before he could take a breath, he heard Joel calling him.
"I don't trust him," Beatrice said angrily. She felt that Joel had been avoiding her. It must have been the duplicitous guy in Haylis who filed a complaint. Otherwise, why wouldn't Joel be moved?
What? She didn't believe that she would lose to Hailis in terms of charm, "You are much more secure than him."
"That's also the senior of our college," a second-year Ravenclaw girl choked. She had long disliked Beatrice, "You go cry to you Hufflepuff people, don't sell it here.
Tears, Ravenclaws don’t like your tricks.”
With these words, Beatrice was holding back her tears and couldn't use her big move. At this moment, when someone yelled at her, her tears flowed down like the waterfall technique.
Cedric, who came in a hurry, saw this scene and was at a loss what to do. He was most afraid that the girl would cry.
"I, I'm just a little scared," Beatrice said with sobs, "Even if you don't welcome me, there's no need to say that to me, right?"
Cedric looked at the little Hufflepuff badger behind him, who was waiting for food. There were a large number of people in their college, and there were no prefects present at this time. He, a fourth grader, would inevitably be overwhelmed to deal with it. If he added a crying Beatrice,
Cedric felt like his head was going to explode.
Cedric and Joel discussed, "I see there aren't many people in your college, how about you help take care of them?"
"I will take her away when we get out of the library, don't worry."
There were only ten people around Joel plus Beatrice, but there were more than twenty people on Hufflepuff's side, so one can imagine the pressure.
"Okay." Joel sighed.
Beatrice wiped her tears with her sleeves and covered up the slight smile on her lips.