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Chapter 130 — The Heir of Slytherin
"In the end, due to their complete disagreement, Slytherin left the school."
George paused after saying this. Then he continued—this was the most important part.
"Legend says that before leaving Hogwarts, Slytherin left behind a Chamber inside the castle. In it, he hid a monster and sealed it with magic. Only when his heir returned to the school would the Chamber be opened again, and the monster released to kill, purging the school of impure wizarding students."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron fell silent. The idea that the Chamber was connected to a figure from over a thousand years ago was simply unbelievable.
"Slytherin was insane," Hermione commented.
"Good thing the other three founders weren't as stupid as him," Ron said with a frown. "If only pure-blood families were allowed to produce wizards, the wizarding world would've gone extinct by now."
"What kind of monster could survive inside that Chamber?" Harry asked in confusion. "Is there really something that can live for a thousand years?"
"A thousand-year-old creature should've died long ago, right?" Hermione said uncertainly. It sounded even more unbelievable than the Philosopher's Stone and Voldemort. "And if it really is in there, what does it even eat?"
"Maybe not. It's said the Chamber was opened fifty years ago, but that kind of thing isn't written in books. Only the professors at the school know. Still, if there really is a monster, it's not hard to guess what it might be." George stopped there—there wasn't much time, and he had already said enough for now.
"So what kind of creature would it be?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked in unison, eyes wide with curiosity and fear.
"A magical creature that can live for a thousand years and can petrify people. It was left by Slytherin, and can also be controlled by his heir… If it doesn't have a brain, then there's really only one possibility: a Basilisk," George said calmly. "Unknown threats are the most dangerous. But once you know what you might be dealing with, there are always ways to respond."
"Slytherin's emblem is a snake," Hermione said immediately, touching the symbol.
"And Slytherin himself could speak Parseltongue," Ron added. "Talking to snakes was his trademark. People called him a Parselmouth."
"So the heir of Slytherin would also have a snake-like voice," Harry concluded, stroking his chin as he connected the clues. "He could open the Chamber, control the Basilisk, and make it attack Mrs. Norris."
At that moment, the bell rang. Defense Against the Dark Arts was over—followed by their most boring subject: History of Magic.
The only teacher in Hogwarts who taught it was Professor Binns, a ghost. He was extremely old, his face wrinkled, and every lesson he floated straight through the blackboard into the classroom.
Some people even believed he hadn't realized he was dead. One day, as usual, he went to class and eventually discovered his own body still sitting in a chair in the staff room in front of the fireplace.
From that day on, he simply continued teaching—doing the same thing every day, never changing.
"I respect his dedication to teaching after death, but I have to say… his class is absolutely terrible," Ron complained. "Maybe the school shouldn't even pay him."
Professor Binns had assigned them a three-foot essay on Medieval Wizarding Europe. Just thinking about it made Ron's head ache.
"I really want to write about George's life and how he founded Hogwarts. That would probably scare him. Even as a ghost," Ron said confidently.
"Hermione wrote four feet in tiny handwriting. Maybe you should ask her," Harry said, glancing at her walking ahead.
"Forget it. She won't let anyone see her essay," Ron replied immediately. "She said she wants to do it herself so she can learn more."
Harry nodded. "That sounds exactly like Hermione."
At the front, Hermione slowed down. "I heard that."
Ron quickly denied it. "No, we were just talking about how Professor Binns makes everything so boring, even though George said the history is actually fascinating."
"I can almost feel how disappointed ancient wizards were when they founded Hogwarts," George said calmly. "They hated the backward, filthy world, but couldn't change it. So they isolated themselves. What courage… and what sorrow."
Harry thought of his life at the Dursleys'—that same feeling of being against the whole world.
"Even I can't focus in Binns' class," Hermione admitted. "And I can usually handle even Snape's Potions."
The three of them preferred George's version of history. Without stories or emotion, history felt unbearable.
"Who do you think is the Heir of Slytherin?" Hermione suddenly asked. The question had been bothering her for days.
Harry and Ron both thought hard but had no answer.
"Maybe we should think differently," Hermione said. "Who would most want to expel Muggle-borns and 'idiots' from Hogwarts?"
"Plenty of Slytherins hate Muggle-borns," Harry said gloomily. "Honestly, any of them could want to be the heir and control the Basilisk."
(Continued…)