Harry Potter with Technology System

Ch295- Parselmouth

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Draco leaned in with a smirk. “If you’re all finished bickering, maybe we can talk about something a bit more pressing,” he said, giving the girls a knowing look.

“Oh, like what?” Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco shrugged. “The Yule event."

Harry glanced around, meeting his friends' curious stares. “You all got your invitations, yeah? But the real question is whether you’re okay with it—especially you two, Draco, Theo.”

Theodore let out a snort. “I’m not about to defend my old man.” He looked around the table with a roll of his eyes. “The family name isn’t exactly a golden ticket these days.”

Draco crossed his arms, leaning back a little as he weighed the situation. “Honestly, I’m not bothered. It’s probably best to keep a low profile. Anyway, things are a bit tense on that front.” He paused, glancing back at Harry. “Besides, you’ve invited the right people. Some of our parents—well, their absence says more than if they were there.”

“Right,” Harry nodded. “I’ve got no interest in playing politics with people clinging to the past. This is about moving forward, not being tied down by who we used to be.” He gave a short shrug. “We can’t waste time dealing with anyone who’s still dodging consequences.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow, smirking. “So, who is coming? You know, aside from the obvious.”

Harry pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket and glanced at it. “Confirmed so far: the You guys, parents, and a handful of others who might be worth knowing.”

Daphne leaned in, giving him a curious look. “And who’s on the ‘might be worth knowing’ list?”

“People who aren’t stuck in their parents’ shadow,” Harry replied simply. “The old guard’s on its way out. This isn’t about bloodlines—it’s about connections, knowledge, influence. We’ve got more important things to do than worrying about who’s got the oldest family tree.”

Astoria looked between them, her face thoughtful. “It sounds like you’re starting something big here, Harry.”

He nodded. “That’s the plan. It’s time we start making decisions that shape the future, not just live in the shadow of what others have done.”

Tracey grinned. “Well, that sounds like a party I’d actually want to attend. And we’re not exactly short on things to discuss.”

Draco seemed to relax a bit, nodding in agreement. “You’ve got a point, Harry. We’ve spent long enough watching old grudges and pointless feuds get in the way.”

“Exactly,” Harry said. “We’ve all seen what happens when we stick to the same old rules and expect something to change.”

Blaise smirked. “It’s about time someone put together a group that actually matters. Something that isn’t stuck in the Ministry’s web of nonsense.”

Daphne crossed her arms, nodding. “And I, for one, would much rather be a part of that than standing around at some ridiculous Ministry gala, pretending like things are just fine.”

Ginny, looking disappointed as she sat next to Luna, sighed, “I don’t think I’ll be able to come, Harry. Our parents aren’t letting us back at Christmas.” The twins nodded in agreement, sharing her frustration.

Harry thought it over, then nodded. “Alright, leave it to me. You go ahead and write to your parents about how much you’d like to be there. Let them know they’re invited too. I’ve already sent an invitation, but if you put in a good word, it might help.”

Ginny’s eyes brightened, and she shared a quick smile with the twins, who looked hopeful as well. Luna, sitting beside them, chimed in cheerfully, “Daddy and I will definitely be there! I’ll make sure we cover everything in The Quibbler too, so people know we’re watching out for any Wackspruts in the food.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Thanks, Luna. And please thank your dad for the coverage.”

Luna gave him an enthusiastic nod, her eyes twinkling. “He’ll be thrilled.”

The group spent a few more minutes talking through the details, the anticipation in the air making it hard for anyone to sit still. Even the twins, usually busy planning pranks, seemed fully engaged, exchanging quick glances with each other.

The twins started talking about possible decorations, while Luna went off on a tangent about creatures that might turn up uninvited. Harry glanced around, noting that even the students from other houses were chatting more openly. 

Once the buzz around the table began to settle, Ginny turned to Harry, her expression more serious now. “Thank you, Harry. It means a lot that you’re trying to include us.” She shot a quick glance toward her brothers, who nodded along.

Harry shrugged it off. “Wouldn’t be much of a gathering without you lot. Besides, who else is going to liven things up?”

The twins grinned in response, clearly pleased with themselves. “That’s what we’re here for!” Fred declared, earning an eye roll from Ginny.

“It’ll be a good chance to see everyone outside of Hogwarts for once,” George added, smirking. “Might even pull off a prank or two, but only if we’re feeling generous.”

Harry waved them off with a smirk. “As long as it doesn’t mess with the food.”

Fred gasped in mock horror, nudging his brother. “Did you hear that? No pranks near the food. What does he take us for, amateurs?”

The others laughed, soon lost in planning and trading ideas for the upcoming event. As lunch wrapped up, Harry caught a bit of gossip that grabbed his attention. Word had it that the long-anticipated Parselmouth from India had finally arrived at Hogwarts. Apparently, the Ministry had arranged this last year when Fudge, Dumbledore and Madam Bones received a letter showing evidence that Voldemort, or rather, Tom Marvolo Riddle, still existed. After a student named Jacob fell victim to a diary holding a piece of Voldemort’s soul, the trio got to work.

Fudge, in his usual frantic style, had gone all out trying to find the so-called "hidden chamber," but of course, he’d turned up nothing. At the beginning of the year, the Basilisk had already informed Harry about rumors that the Ministry was planning to bring in someone who could try other languages on the Chamber’s secrets. With Fudge dead, Harry had thought the operation might be scrapped, but here this Parselmouth was, right in the castle.

Harry slipped out of the Great Hall after lunch, making his way down toward the Chamber of Secrets. Once he reached the passage leading to the Chamber, he activated the hidden elevator, descending into the depths below the school. He didn’t waste any time as he entered the Chamber and called for Basi.

Basi’s massive form uncurled from the shadows, his scales rustling softly. His yellow eyes, protected by a magical barrier, narrowed as he looked at Harry.

“You called, Heir?” Basi’s voice echoed.

“Yeah, you were right.,” Harry replied, keeping his voice low. “The Ministry's trying to crack open the Chamber with a Parselmouth. Apparently, Fudge had this genius plan to send one here, and now, even with him dead, the plan’s moving forward.

At the beginning of the year, the giant basilisk had warned Harry about a plan from the Ministry. Fudge, of all people, was trying to crack open the Chamber of Secrets by bringing in a Parselmouth. Harry had dismissed it, figuring Dumbledore and Amelia Bones had better things to do than indulge Fudge’s wild theories. Besides, Harry had been careful; in the memories he’d shared with them, he’d kept Basi out of it. They couldn’t have known the Chamber held a basilisk, let alone that it was snake-related. But now, it seemed like Dumbledore was more involved than he’d thought, likely knowing enough to guess that, whatever was in the Chamber, it tied back to Voldemort—who just so happened to speak Parseltongue.

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