Chapter 65: Telling the Tale
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Chapter 65: Telling the Tale
Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, used a few simple spells to heal the wounds, and then she gave the trio a bottle of cheering potion. "This will do you good!" Harry was taken aback by the strength of it.
"Poppy, please give us a few minutes," Dumbledore said gently.
Madam Pomfrey left the scene.
Present were the trio, Dumbledore, and Felix Harp. Snape had been sent by the headmaster to find Professor McGonagall. Later, they would have to go to the Chamber of Secrets again to dispose of the basilisk's remains.
"I believe you have much to tell," Dumbledore's gaze landed on a nearby table where the Sorting Hat rested, along with a silver sword adorned with a ruby.
Harry began to recount the events exactly as they had unfolded. He spoke of hearing the disembodied, ghostly voice for the first time in Professor Lockhart's office while he was in detention. Combining this information with what Hermione had learned from Professor Harp, he confirmed that he was a Parseltongue.
"But due to the negative reputation associated with Parseltongue, I kept it a secret, and besides, there were no attacks at that time," Harry admitted, a hint of shame in his voice.
"Everyone has their secrets, unwilling to be exposed," Dumbledore said sympathetically, easing some of Harry's discomfort.
He also spoke of the incidents that followed the first attack. They discovered that the castle's spiders were fleeing, and from Moaning Myrtle, they learned that she had been the victim when the Chamber was last opened fifty years ago. Harry specifically mentioned that on the day of Myrtle's attack, he heard a male voice, which became their primary evidence for identifying the entrance to the Chamber.
Dumbledore couldn't help but applaud lightly.
"It was Hermione's deduction," Harry deflected the credit, and Hermione modestly waved her hand.
Then came the account of the second attack. As Harry was summoning the courage to voice their suspicions about Malfoy, Snape and Professor McGonagall burst into the room. Seeing the disheveled state of the trio, McGonagall exclaimed, clutching her chest, "Oh my, what have you all been through? Professor Snape said you recklessly challenged the monster in the Chamber... If that's true, I shall deduct points from—"This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"Minerva," Dumbledore interrupted, "and Severus, you've arrived just in time. Let us hear the end of their adventure before passing final judgment."
Thus, two more listeners joined the story session.
Harry described meeting Ron near the shed skin and entering the Chamber together, encountering the basilisk soon after. As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized that he should have paused near the shed skin, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind at the time.
Am I truly the reckless, foolish lion Snape thinks I am?
The story continued. Their unexpected visit triggered the basilisk's aggression—it relentlessly attacked Harry and Ron. Only when Fawkes blinded the basilisk's eyes did they find the courage to stand up to it.
"Professor Harp's magical puppet was a great help," Harry gratefully glanced at Felix. The professor simply smiled, saying nothing, his gaze fixed on the battered, dirty Sorting Hat. Harry continued, briefly glancing at Hermione in a peculiar way, not knowing when she had arrived.
Finally, he recounted how, working together, they made their ultimate leap and defeated the basilisk. Thus, the tale concluded.
Felix Harp clapped his hands. "A thrilling adventure indeed. I believe your story is worthy of a book."
"Felix," Snape drawled with a prolonged tone, using his signature emotionless voice, "perhaps you see a reflection of yourself in them..."
"No, Professor Snape," Felix said light-heartedly, "I am quite different from them. They are exemplary Gryffindors, whereas you and I," he looked at Snape, "are true Slytherins, aren't we?"
"The Sorting Hat can vouch for that."
He casually picked up the Sorting Hat and placed it on his own head.
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Chapter 65: Telling the Tale
Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, used a few simple spells to heal the wounds, and then she gave the trio a bottle of cheering potion. "This will do you good!" Harry was taken aback by the strength of it.
"Poppy, please give us a few minutes," Dumbledore said gently.
Madam Pomfrey left the scene.
Present were the trio, Dumbledore, and Felix Harp. Snape had been sent by the headmaster to find Professor McGonagall. Later, they would have to go to the Chamber of Secrets again to dispose of the basilisk's remains.
"I believe you have much to tell," Dumbledore's gaze landed on a nearby table where the Sorting Hat rested, along with a silver sword adorned with a ruby.
Harry began to recount the events exactly as they had unfolded. He spoke of hearing the disembodied, ghostly voice for the first time in Professor Lockhart's office while he was in detention. Combining this information with what Hermione had learned from Professor Harp, he confirmed that he was a Parseltongue.
"But due to the negative reputation associated with Parseltongue, I kept it a secret, and besides, there were no attacks at that time," Harry admitted, a hint of shame in his voice.
"Everyone has their secrets, unwilling to be exposed," Dumbledore said sympathetically, easing some of Harry's discomfort.
He also spoke of the incidents that followed the first attack. They discovered that the castle's spiders were fleeing, and from Moaning Myrtle, they learned that she had been the victim when the Chamber was last opened fifty years ago. Harry specifically mentioned that on the day of Myrtle's attack, he heard a male voice, which became their primary evidence for identifying the entrance to the Chamber.
Dumbledore couldn't help but applaud lightly.
"It was Hermione's deduction," Harry deflected the credit, and Hermione modestly waved her hand.
Then came the account of the second attack. As Harry was summoning the courage to voice their suspicions about Malfoy, Snape and Professor McGonagall burst into the room. Seeing the disheveled state of the trio, McGonagall exclaimed, clutching her chest, "Oh my, what have you all been through? Professor Snape said you recklessly challenged the monster in the Chamber... If that's true, I shall deduct points from—"This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"Minerva," Dumbledore interrupted, "and Severus, you've arrived just in time. Let us hear the end of their adventure before passing final judgment."
Thus, two more listeners joined the story session.
Harry described meeting Ron near the shed skin and entering the Chamber together, encountering the basilisk soon after. As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized that he should have paused near the shed skin, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind at the time.
Am I truly the reckless, foolish lion Snape thinks I am?
The story continued. Their unexpected visit triggered the basilisk's aggression—it relentlessly attacked Harry and Ron. Only when Fawkes blinded the basilisk's eyes did they find the courage to stand up to it.
"Professor Harp's magical puppet was a great help," Harry gratefully glanced at Felix. The professor simply smiled, saying nothing, his gaze fixed on the battered, dirty Sorting Hat. Harry continued, briefly glancing at Hermione in a peculiar way, not knowing when she had arrived.
Finally, he recounted how, working together, they made their ultimate leap and defeated the basilisk. Thus, the tale concluded.
Felix Harp clapped his hands. "A thrilling adventure indeed. I believe your story is worthy of a book."
"Felix," Snape drawled with a prolonged tone, using his signature emotionless voice, "perhaps you see a reflection of yourself in them..."
"No, Professor Snape," Felix said light-heartedly, "I am quite different from them. They are exemplary Gryffindors, whereas you and I," he looked at Snape, "are true Slytherins, aren't we?"
"The Sorting Hat can vouch for that."
He casually picked up the Sorting Hat and placed it on his own head.
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Chapter 65: Telling the TaleMadam Pomfrey, the school nurse, used a few simple spells to heal the wounds, and then she gave the trio a bottle of cheering potion. "This will do you good!" Harry was taken aback by the strength of it."Poppy, please give us a few minutes," Dumbledore said gently.Madam Pomfrey left the scene.Present were the trio, Dumbledore, and Felix Harp. Snape had been sent by the headmaster to find Professor McGonagall. Later, they would have to go to the Chamber of Secrets again to dispose of the basilisk's remains."I believe you have much to tell," Dumbledore's gaze landed on a nearby table where the Sorting Hat rested, along with a silver sword adorned with a ruby.Harry began to recount the events exactly as they had unfolded. He spoke of hearing the disembodied, ghostly voice for the first time in Professor Lockhart's office while he was in detention. Combining this information with what Hermione had learned from Professor Harp, he confirmed that he was a Parseltongue."But due to the negative reputation associated with Parseltongue, I kept it a secret, and besides, there were no attacks at that time," Harry admitted, a hint of shame in his voice."Everyone has their secrets, unwilling to be exposed," Dumbledore said sympathetically, easing some of Harry's discomfort.He also spoke of the incidents that followed the first attack. They discovered that the castle's spiders were fleeing, and from Moaning Myrtle, they learned that she had been the victim when the Chamber was last opened fifty years ago. Harry specifically mentioned that on the day of Myrtle's attack, he heard a male voice, which became their primary evidence for identifying the entrance to the Chamber.Dumbledore couldn't help but applaud lightly."It was Hermione's deduction," Harry deflected the credit, and Hermione modestly waved her hand.Then came the account of the second attack. As Harry was summoning the courage to voice their suspicions about Malfoy, Snape and Professor McGonagall burst into the room. Seeing the disheveled state of the trio, McGonagall exclaimed, clutching her chest, "Oh my, what have you all been through? Professor Snape said you recklessly challenged the monster in the Chamber... If that's true, I shall deduct points from"This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform."Minerva," Dumbledore interrupted, "and Severus, you've arrived just in time. Let us hear the end of their adventure before passing final judgment."Thus, two more listeners joined the story session.Harry described meeting Ron near the shed skin and entering the Chamber together, encountering the basilisk soon after. As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized that he should have paused near the shed skin, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind at the time.Am I truly the reckless, foolish lion Snape thinks I am?The story continued. Their unexpected visit triggered the basilisk's aggressionit relentlessly attacked Harry and Ron. Only when Fawkes blinded the basilisk's eyes did they find the courage to stand up to it."Professor Harp's magical puppet was a great help," Harry gratefully glanced at Felix. The professor simply smiled, saying nothing, his gaze fixed on the battered, dirty Sorting Hat. Harry continued, briefly glancing at Hermione in a peculiar way, not knowing when she had arrived.Finally, he recounted how, working together, they made their ultimate leap and defeated the basilisk. Thus, the tale concluded.Felix Harp clapped his hands. "A thrilling adventure indeed. I believe your story is worthy of a book.""Felix," Snape drawled with a prolonged tone, using his signature emotionless voice, "perhaps you see a reflection of yourself in them...""No, Professor Snape," Felix said light-heartedly, "I am quite different from them. They are exemplary Gryffindors, whereas you and I," he looked at Snape, "are true Slytherins, aren't we?""The Sorting Hat can vouch for that."He casually picked up the Sorting Hat and placed it on his own head.Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
