He stood up, menacingly, with an almost uncontrollable rage in his eyes.
He strode towards the three of them.
Pucey, Garrd, and MacChlery!
He stared intently at the three, slowly bending down to look them directly in the eye.
"What in the world are you doing? Now the entire Slytherin is a joke, are you satisfied?! Garrd, what about you? Why did you withdraw—"
MacChlery could no longer hold back and lunged forward, punching him in the face.
"It's you! You turned all our hard work over so long into a joke with your dirty tricks!!" he roared.
MacChlery's physique was no worse than Flint's, and what was different was that his reactions were much faster.
He pinned Flint to the ground and started beating him.
The two wrestled: "Do you think I'm like trash like you? Winning trophies with dirty tricks? You're defiling the game!
The reason I withdrew is because I don't want to play with trash like you!"
"Finite Incantatem—" Garrd pulled out his wand and separated the two, sending them crashing to opposite sides.
"FxxK!" Flint wiped blood from his nose and drew his wand: "You'll pay for this!"
"Stupefy!"
MacChlery quickly jumped away, grabbed a water glass, and threw it.
Unexpectedly, another wand spell shot from the side—it was someone else, clearly supporting Flint's actions.
Suddenly, chaos erupted!
Hedlund drew his wand and cast a Shield Charm to the side of the two, very skillfully.
Harry looked at him in surprise.
Hedlund smiled: "Ever since I took Mr. Jones's first class, I've been practicing the Shield Charm."
As he spoke, he moved another chess piece, and the knight on the board slashed, breaking Harry's pawn into pieces.
"Are you really a Parseltongue?" he suddenly asked.
Harry hesitated for a moment, moved another pawn forward, slowly approaching the king.
At the same time, he nodded.
"What an enviable talent, I heard that Parseltongue can learn to cast spells faster than others," he said.
"It's just being able to talk to snakes, it's nothing special," Harry explained: "I don't understand why some people are afraid because of this. Is it because they fear snakes? Or because they fear You-Know-Who."
"Perhaps… both," Hedlund said.
Harry looked at him strangely: "Why are you telling me this?"
"I can see that you don't care, you don't care about these rumors, you don't care about their strange looks at you."
"Yes, after all, I can't change anything," Harry nodded.
"But that's different from inaction. Actually, I'm just here to make a suggestion. And what you want to do now isn't that difficult."
"Not difficult? To fight from top to bottom… No, I'm conflicted. Someone told me that force in this situation would only backfire." Harry smiled.
"So I'm not planning to do anything now, let it be, who cares."
"You're different." Hedlund made his final knight move, placing it two squares in front of Harry's king.
"I'm just here to offer a small suggestion. Potter, you are indeed far superior to many of your peers and even older students in magic.
But… you haven't yet realized the benefits some of your identities can bring you."
"How am I different?"
"You are Salazar Slytherin's heir!"
"Even you think so?" Harry looked at him, puzzled.
In his opinion, Hedlund should not be so easily misled by those foolish statements.
Hedlund waved his hand: "No, you can deny it. My point is, you can be!"
With that, he delivered the final checkmate, stood up, and quickly left.
Harry looked at the chaotic common room. As Hedlund left, people began to turn their gaze towards him.
He had known all along that at first, he had only subdued some people through force.
Although with all the events that happened last year, his situation in Slytherin had improved.
But… that wasn't everything.
He noticed a large black snake in the corner, seemingly the result of someone's blunder.
"Slytherin has changed ever since you came!"
"Last year I said he would ruin Slytherin, withdrawing from Quidditch in public, now who doesn't know Slytherin has become a joke!"
"Hiss… hiss hiss…"
A cold, eerie sound suddenly emerged, and all the noisy clamor immediately quieted down.
The large snake coiled around, coming towards him. Harry slowly raised his hand, and the large snake followed his fingertips, circling the sofa once.
At the same time, during this process, a continuous stream of magic was being poured into it.
The snake grew larger and larger, until it became a huge python.
It coiled around Harry, raising its head high, facing everyone.
Draco swallowed, his hands clasped behind his head as if in deep thought, forcing himself to sit calmly in his seat, beside Harry.
His eyes flickered, and he quickly called Crabbe and Goyle over, who stood beside him and Harry.
"Is it possible that Slytherin has been a joke for many, many years?" Harry's voice slowly echoed.
"Because of the House Cup supposedly gained through favoritism; because of Quidditch matches won by despicable means…
Treating these things, which have no honor whatsoever, as medals, framing them on your chest…
I initially had a very good impression of Slytherin: power, ambition, glory, strong will, and true camaraderie!
These, to be honest, I've only seen in a few people, but most people…
Wear arrogance on their faces and discrimination on their lips."
Behind Harry, a hanging banner subtly fluttered for a moment, catching their attention.
On the dark green banner was a silver snake, coiling and winding within the flag.
And below, there was a figure seated on a sofa, a Parseltongue, and beside him, a large snake with its head held high.
"Is this truly the kind of student Salazar Slytherin wanted?"
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