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Harry Potter: The combat instructor

In the world of magic, Ciaran Frémont had spent eight years honing his skills as a graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the passage of time, his longing to return to Hogwarts lingered, this time not as a student but as a professor. His wish seemed to manifest when a letter arrived from none other than Principal Dumbledore himself, inviting him for an interview. Ecstatic yet conflicted, Ciaran's joy was tempered by the realization of an urgent task awaiting him. Before he could embark on this journey, he needed to tell his boss the current Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the pinnacle of authority within the Ministry of Magic. I've decided to translate and fix up this fanfic in my spare time since it wasnt looking to good. No hate plz im trying my hardest :( translation 霍格沃茨新任教授

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Parseltongue Exposed

"That snake can't be taken away by others," Ciaran secretly thought. The little wizards in the area he was responsible for were all frightened by the appearance of the black snake. They retreated to the edge one by one, not daring to come forward. Naturally, the duel stopped.

He took this opportunity to walk next to Harry and Malfoy, who were not far from Snape.

"Don't move, Potter, don't move," Snape said lazily. Obviously, he saw Harry standing there motionless, staring at the black snake that seemed to be angry. He felt very useful.

Snape said slowly, "I'll get it away..."

Ciaran thought about how this would work and was about to say that he was here to get rid of the black snake, but he heard Lockhart shout loudly, "Let me do it!"

Lockhart immediately raised his wand threateningly at the black snake, but it had the opposite effect.

Bang!

The black snake seemed to be affected by an invisible force. It rose up to a height of three to four meters, and then slammed back to the floor. The black snake seemed to be in pain and looked furious. It hissed out its tongue and moved towards Justin Finch-Fletchley, the most recent Hufflepuff student, who swam away.

The black snake raised its head, exposed its fangs, and assumed an offensive posture.

Ciaran was immediately overjoyed. Lockhart's move had helped him a lot. He didn't need to take action personally, and there was no doubt anymore.

It's normal for Lockhart to do such a thing. Everyone knows what Lockhart's true abilities are, but for him to do it is completely outrageous. Professor Frémont is a serious person in the eyes of all teachers and students. Teachers have real talents and practical knowledge.

Harry was stunned. He didn't seem to understand what he was doing. His legs moved forward subconsciously, getting closer to the black snake. Then, he actually rushed towards the black snake as if he was stupid. Shouting: "Stop, let him go! Leave!"

At this time, a miracle happened. The black snake suddenly collapsed on the floor, as soft as a pile of thick black watering hoses, and more obedient than his servant.

The snake's vertical pupils were still staring at Harry.

Harry thought this was incredible, and he could feel the fear in his body disappearing little by little. He knew clearly that this snake would not attack anyone again, but he couldn't figure out how he knew it. This is true, and why is it so certain?

He looked up at Justin Finch-Fletchley and grinned.

He originally thought he would see an expression of relaxation, confusion, or gratitude on Justin's face. In short, it couldn't be anger or fear!

"What game do you think you are playing?" Justin yelled with a tone that could not hide his fear, trying to hide behind other students. Leaving the auditorium needs to be done uniformly and escorted by teachers and professors, otherwise, he might have already run out of the auditorium.

Ciaran seized this opportunity and waved the magic wand. With a sound of waves, the black snake disappeared without a trace.

He deliberately looked at Harry with a strange look. He knew that Harry was a Parseltongue, but he had to act like he knew it for the first time.

Harry saw the looks of the teachers and classmates around him. They all looked at him with fearful and ominous looks. Harry didn't like it very much and felt very uncomfortable in his heart. At the same time, he understood what he had just done.

Parseltongue! The fact that he could understand snake language was exposed. He originally wanted to hide it all the time, in order to prevent others from mistakenly thinking that he was the heir of Slytherin!

But looking at the situation now, this misunderstanding and misunderstanding are inevitable.

Harry felt his heart suddenly sink to the bottom. How could he explain to others the fact that he knew Parseltongue? Will they believe that they are not the heir of Slytherin?

"Do you know Parseltongue, Harry?" Professor Flitwick looked very surprised. Parseltongue is often a symbol of Slytherin and its descendants in the British wizarding world. Could it be that Harry Potter is a descendant of Slytherin? Which Slytherin heir?

"No, Professor!" Harry explained quickly, "I mean, I can speak Parseltongue, but I have nothing to do with Slytherin. I am a pure Gryffindor."

After hearing what he said, the expressions of many Gryffindor students changed slightly, but students from Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff still peeked at Harry with strange eyes.

It was a group of professors, all looking at each other with various strange looks.

Ciaran waved his magic wand and the stage disappeared instantly. He said, "Okay, that's it for today's Duel Club. We will make another announcement when the next Duel Club will be held. Everyone, go to bed. It's already late."

So, in this weird and dull atmosphere, the professors escorted the students from each school back to the common room, and then the teachers inspected Hogwarts Castle in pairs. It was not until midnight that they stopped their inspections one after another and returned to the office, not so peacefully sleeping.

Harry was lying on his bed. The bed that he usually found very warm and comfortable could not give him a warm feeling for the first time today. Even though the temperature under the quilt was still relatively high due to his own body temperature.

"Do the professors and classmates really think that I am the heir of Slytherin?" Harry couldn't help thinking about this question in his mind, and he couldn't sleep. He didn't know when he finally fell asleep. Anyway, he didn't feel like he was sleeping. How much time had passed before I woke up to the noise of my roommates again.

"Harry, don't think so much," Neville saw Harry's disappointed expression and couldn't help but comfort him and said, "We all believe that you will not be the heir of Slytherin."

"Relax, brother," Seamus Finnigan said, "Salazar Slytherin was a figure more than a thousand years ago. Who knows how many descendants he has? Slytherin is flowing in your body. The blood doesn't mean anything at all."

Ron and Dean also expressed relief to Harry.

Seeing his four roommates, Harry immediately felt much better. Even though many others misunderstood him, there were still some friends who always believed in him.

That's enough!

Harry secretly said in his heart that he did not want to gain the trust of Slytherin students such as Draco Malfoy.

"I am a Gryffindor after all!"

When Ciaran got up, thick snowflakes were floating outside. The snow started falling at midnight yesterday and had been falling for at least several hours. Today also happened to be the weekend, so there were no classes, and outside of mealtime, he also There is no need to assume the responsibility of escorting students by yourself.

He has a relatively comfortable and leisurely free time, which he has never had in many days in recent days.

Yesterday, he was on duty until very late. There was no need for him to escort the students to the auditorium for breakfast this morning. The