Chapter 119 Duel Club (2)
Maybe it was because Draco had been too obedient to her this semester, so when Della first saw the evil smile Draco showed when facing Harry, she felt a very strange feeling.
But if you think about it carefully, you have seen this expression on Draco's face many times before. Although it is not a pleasant expression, it makes Della miss her first grade.
The first grade was both happy and painful. After all, the innocence of that time will never come back.
"Three - two - one - start!" Lockhart on the stage shouted again. This time, the demonstrator on the stage still did not just use the Disarming Spell as he expected.
"Black snake, get out of the hole!" Draco shouted powerfully, and a long black snake sprang out from the tip of his wand, raising its head ready to attack. The people in the audience screamed and everyone retreated tacitly.
Della followed the crowd's movement and took a step back. She looked at the smug look on Draco's face on the stage, then looked at Professor Snape's raised lips below the stage, and sighed silently.
In fact, all Slytherins, including herself, are quite childish. It’s okay for students, but how can a professor have such strong personal emotions?
After all, why was Snape so picky about Harry and the others?
Moreover, the degree of difficulty in getting over it is almost as if there is some kind of grudge between them.
Della remembered again the creepy look in Snape's eyes every time he looked at Harry. There were too many things in his eyes, and all kinds of strong emotions intertwined together, making it completely impossible to see through.
Just as he was stunned, screams were heard all around him. Lockhart's spell angered the snake, and the ferocious black snake swam towards Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff very aggressively.
“Ss ...
Della heard the black snake, with its head raised and fangs bared, shouting in a discordant voice, while Snape on the other side of the stage had slowly raised his wand. Della knew that her adoptive father had already prepared a spell to make the snake disappear, which made her feel sad for the snake.
Because meaningless struggles are created and tortured, even pain is misinterpreted as a sin intended to harm people, and then it should be annihilated.
She has even killed a wizard, but she still has sympathy for a snake that can communicate. Has her sense of good and evil been twisted to this extent?
At this moment, the black hair hanging down at the edge of her sight became very conspicuous. For the first time, Della realized that everything she saw was evidence of her "situation".
Then in the end, will there be a legitimate reason for me to be eliminated by others?
Or maybe this kind of thing has already existed.
Della looked at the black snake getting closer and closer to Justin, and suddenly felt a dryness in her throat. She could only take two breaths to suppress the feeling. She saw that Snape was about to swing his stick, and she didn't intend to change the fate of the black snake.
"Shiha-shahi-ya (Let him go)."
When Della had already accepted the black snake's fate of being reduced to ashes, the unexpected snake language sounded, and she looked at Harry on the stage in surprise.
Everyone looked at Harry, and Harry also realized this. He seemed to remember something and his face suddenly turned worse.
Ever since the snake appeared, Della's conversation with him about Parseltongue during the summer vacation had been looming in his mind, but when he saw the black snake swimming towards Justin, he blocked out that conversation.
Now, the rationality that he had discarded came back heavily.
"What kind of trick do you think you are playing!"
Justin suddenly shouted, turned around and rushed out regardless of anything. Taking advantage of the chaos, Della found the right opportunity to look into the eyes of the already docile black snake on the stage. The black snake paused for a moment and immediately slid off the stage, disappearing amid the screams of the crowd.
"Parseltongue..."
"What is he doing again?"
"Is it true that he is next...you know what I'm talking about."
In the panic and confusion, the students all stared at Harry and whispered, but there were too many people talking, and all the whispers mixed together, turning into countless inescapable stones that pressed Harry so hard that he couldn't move.
Immersed in inexplicable panic, he saw Della come up and pull down the dazed Draco, and then someone tugged at the back of his clothes.
It was Ron. He followed Ron stupidly, only subconsciously looking back in the direction Della left.
They looked at each other, and Harry saw the surprise and worry in the girl's eyes.
Harry hadn't quite reacted yet, but he was glad that there was no fear in Della's eyes. At least he wasn't treated as a villain who would tell other people's secrets.
Yes, he had done a stupid thing, even Slytherins normally wouldn't dare show off their Parseltongue abilities, yet he exposed it when the heir came out to attack.
But it was very strange that Harry did not feel much regret. Although he was indeed afraid of the eyes that were always glued to him, and felt that all the whispers were focused on him with malice, he could not just watch the snake hurt others.
But what should he do now?
He must now be associated with Salazar Slytherin, who left the Chamber of Secrets, and with the heir who was now hurting his classmates. Nothing he did could offset this impression.
No, he had to do something. At least he had to tell Justin that the snake language just now was just telling the snake not to hurt him. He had to say it, otherwise nothing would be changed.
"Why didn't you tell us you were a Parseltongue!" Ron asked loudly after dragging Harry back to the empty Gryffindor common room.
"I..." Harry subconsciously wanted to talk about the conversation between Della and him during the summer vacation, but the words stopped at his lips. He thought, even if he knew about this, he didn't tell his two best friends for unclear reasons. Della, who kept it secret for so long, must have some thoughts of her own.
"I don't know if I'm a Parseltongue," Harry lowered his head and replied in a hoarse voice, "I thought it was common in the wizarding world to talk to snakes or other small animals."
"That's unusual, it's a skill Salazar Slytherin was famous for." Hermione also lowered her voice.
"Everyone in school must think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something," Ron muttered.
"I know now." Harry replied in a muffled voice. He looked at the cold fireplace and took a deep breath.
After the prominent figure left, the students in the hall discussed for a while and then slowly dispersed. Della also took Draco to the Slytherin dungeon.
Along the way, Draco was still muttering, "How could he? A Gryffindor, how could he?"
"Yeah, how could that be..." Della also murmured.
Why would he do this after I had explained the pros and cons to Harry?
Because he's a Gryffindor?
No, no, it's more than that. Rather than getting caught up in an endless trade-off, Harry followed his heart and made a choice, even though that choice might have consequences that he couldn't bear right now.
In the end, it was me who made no progress at all and always remained so indifferent.
Even though Della had known this fact for a long time, she still found it hard to bear when it was pointed out to her.