[HP]Two Snape

"Draco, when did you find out you could speak Parseltongue?" Snape secretly worried that Draco was also one of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes.

"Just now." Draco himself was in a state of shock.

"Come with me." Snape frowned and told Harry to go back first, while he hurried to the principal's office with Draco.

[Hiss~ brother, come and see me often! 】Helbo told Harry.

[Hiss~ Definitely! ] Harry replied absently.Snape's expression just now...is it a bad thing to know Parseltongue?

So he is so worried because his son can speak snake language?

Snape took Draco to Dumbledore's bedroom and grabbed Dumbledore.

But I had no choice but to check many spells up and down, but I couldn't find any problems.

Draco thought it was strange that the godfather and headmaster were so nervous, wouldn't Scarhead do it too?

Is this stuff patented?

Cut, if he knows it, he will. Don't fight him if you have nothing to do!

However, no one slept soundly that night. In Harry's dream, many scenes flashed by, and Draco repeatedly dreamed about the big face of the basilisk.

It seems that everything is implying them to return to that place.

Of course, the action power of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy is absolutely beyond doubt!

They are definitely not procrastinators!

So on the second night, a small black figure slipped out of the Slytherin cellar and the Gryffindor tower.

Harry took a quick step.

But it is no match for the geographical advantage of the cellar.

Finally, they met at the door of the secret room.

"Hi." Harry said awkwardly.

"Hi." Draco responded stiffly.

"A night tour?"

"cough."

"Together?"

[Hiss ~ open the door. 】

The two night tour specialists looked at me and I looked at you, and finally decided to squeeze into the door of the secret room side by side without distinguishing between front and back.

Haierbo had just shed his skin and was sleeping soundly on the snake sloughs he had accumulated over the years.

(Haierbo: They won't let people other than Sasa look at him, eh!)

The two walked aimlessly forward.

It can only be said that, as one of the founders, Salazar exercised his property rights very penny-pinchingly.

There are several hidden doors in the Chamber of Secrets, which are opened in Parseltongue as usual, and Harry discovers the Chamber of Secrets in the Chamber of Secrets.

There are three dry-spelled study rooms neatly stacked on bookshelves.

Two space-expanding spells were cast, and Harry suspected that he had actually Apparated into the Gringotts vault.

Eyes full of goldware and gold coins from various countries.

Sure enough, he is a wealthy Slytherin...

The penultimate room is a room full of alchemy products and magic circle blueprints.

However, like Bluebeard's Bride, when the final door is opened, something terrible is bound to happen.

The moment Harry and Draco opened the door, they heard some strange sounds, such as "uh-uh-uh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" In... an incomparably terrifying name.

Godric?

Salazar?

With the duo full of doubts, they poked their heads.

The next moment, Harry's hands covered Draco's eyes, and Draco's hands covered Harry's eyes.

Oh, if their eyes are not wrong, well, this picture seems a bit embarrassing.

The people in the portraits seem to be aware of someone coming in, don't blame them for their low vigilance, no one has broken in here for more than 1000 years!

If it weren't for the magic spell, the Saxon founder Huo Fu and the modern English Harry Draco would not be able to communicate at all.

"Put your hands down, you fussy brat." Salazar snorted disdainfully.

"Who are you?" Godric straightened Salazar's coat.

"...Harry James Potter"

"Draco Malfoy."

"I've never heard of it." Salazar turned her head arrogantly.

"……"nonsense.Harry and Draco rubbed their heads, well, their fame hasn't reached the intensity of going back in time.

"Why are you here?" Godric asked with a frown, oh, don't expect Lord Lion Ancestor to be able to hook you up shoulder to shoulder with your good things being interrupted.

"Just... come and have a look." Draco replied.

Don't say it like it's normal to see you thousand-year-old immortals here in PaPaPa, okay?Harry grumbled silently.

"I mean, how did you open the door to the secret room?" Godric continued to ask patiently, then suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Salazar. "Your descendants...why don't they look like you at all?"

"No, I'm not related to Lord Slytherin." Harry was someone who had checked his family tree.

"I don't think I have either." As Malfoy's heir, Draco had memorized the names of all the Malfoy family from the first generation patriarch to the present, as well as the relationship list.

The family tree is about ten centimeters thick.

=. =

"Release your magic power." Salazar suddenly remembered something about the dark history of the four of them.

? ? ?Although he didn't understand what to do, he followed the orders of the two founders.

"……"really.

Salazar had a feeling that the past was too bad to look back on.

"That is a memorable memory." Godric smiled wryly.

"..."

"Hello, heirs of our Fourth Court." Salazar smirked.

? ? ?Draco and Harry felt their mother tongue hearing was being challenged.

Obviously every word is understood, but the combination is completely incomprehensible.

Godric rested his elbows on the frame, "Have you ever gained weight? Then smashed a big golden bowl?"

At the same time, Draco and Harry looked at the two founders with complicated expressions that they could not bear to look back on the past.

Godric spit out bitterness in a gesture of seniors seeing younger students, and finally concluded that the two have inherited all the legacy left by the four founders.

Including the property rights of Hogwarts, the control of the castle, and the talents bestowed by the Big Four.

Gryffindor - talent for sports and combat.

Slytherin - talent for Parseltongue and various languages.

Ravenclaw - a talent for theoretical study of literary masterpieces

Hufflepuff - a gourmet flair for food cooking.

Since I didn't expect two people to encounter such a foolish thing at the same time, so... To put it simply, all the above are divided into two halves.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, uh, that means they're both half-baked?

"Aha, that's fine, the two of you restrain each other." Godric was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, you can go now." Salazar announced coldly.

"Honey, you're in a hurry..." Godric nibbled Salazar's earlobe.

Blushing, Harry and Draco immediately and efficiently carried out the order.

The minds of the two are still chaotic.

Oh, Merlin's panties, what the hell just happened!

They... are the best people in Hogwarts now! ?It even has higher authority than Dumbledore and other professors! ?

"Draco...I want to add [-] points to Gryffindor to test whether I was dreaming just now."

"You try it, I will deduct [-] points from Gryffindor to test whether this is my dream."

However, it was clear that both of them were getting a little carried away.

"Potter! Malfoy! How dare you go out at night!!! I'm going to call your headmaster!!" Filch was furious with unconcealable excitement.

"..." Don't act like it's the first time you've caught a student, okay?

SoSB!

Soon, McGonagall, who was wearing star pajamas, and Snape, who was wearing the same style of everyday black robe but with a softer material, appeared with black faces.

But in fact, McGonagall's heart is: Harry's night swimming skills are so much worse than James's?To be caught by Filch just like that!

Speaking of which, since Snape was sent to investigate the diary issue recently, Snape was in charge at Hogwarts, so when Snape took Draco away, he didn't speak softly Instead, he was purely from the standpoint of the godfather, and severely criticized Draco's night parade behavior.

And the stupidity of being caught on a night tour!

"..." It seemed that Draco hadn't been punished so severely by the godfather for a long time, so he was naturally awkward.

(Snape: Ah Choo!)

Snape: It's all that bastard's favor... He's sorry for Lucius.

McGonagall took Harry away, but she didn't want to accuse Harry of anything tonight.

There's nothing wrong with a 12-year-old who's been through a bloody fight the night before and is out for a night out tonight.

"Professor McGonagall..." Harry looked up timidly.

"Oh, anyway, I can't sleep for the time being." McGonagall patted Harry on the shoulder, "I think, would you like to visit the trophy room? We can... talk about James? Lily? You know, they Once was my student, I have always wanted to tell you about your parents."

"Of course!" Harry's eyes lit up, what a rare opportunity.

"Then let's go, Harry." Professor McGonagall touched Harry's head with some distress. If it wasn't for the damn war, why would the child have to endure it.

Even the matter of the parents can only be learned from the mouth of the professor who is not related by blood.

The only relatives are unwilling to tell him that he has a pair of great parents.

"Harry, I think you've seen these medals a long time ago, haven't you?" McGonagall took Harry to the trophy room.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, staring blankly at the glittering medals in the glass case.

His father had held them in his warm palms, his parents had cheered the medals, had been happy, had vivid emotions, had...

There were memories that he had never felt before.

It was what he had longed for.

Through the glass cabinet, Harry put his hand on it, as if in this way he could break the barrier of time and feel his father's warmth.

In his memory, there has never been a happy memory of being with his parents.

Even if it is buried deep in memory, it is that night...

Harry shuddered.

Professor McGonagall was still talking about James' mischief back then, "Oh, do you know Harry, in fact, Severus learned from me to make his pajamas like work robes, and James' mischief did not distinguish between time and period Yes... but most of the time he made too much noise and woke up all the professors, instead of being caught by Filch."

"..." So it's embarrassing to say that he made too little movement and was caught by Filch?

Harry's fingers spelled James' name unconsciously on the glass case.

"Harry, what I want to tell you is..." McGonagall stood behind Harry, with a hint of pain in her kind eyes, "No matter what happens to you, we... including your parents, we all I love you, don't be afraid."

"Hmm." The warmth of Harry's palm warmed the cold glass cabinet, giving the cold glass a human warmth.

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