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Chapter 16*

Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

The classroom buzzed with anticipation as students filed in for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Quirrell. You found a seat next to Adrian, who flashed you a charming smile as he settled beside you.

"Ready for whatever Quirrell has in store for us today?" Adrian asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

You nodded, trying to focus on the lesson ahead. "Let's see what he has planned."

Professor Quirrell entered the room, his nervous demeanor as apparent as ever. He began the lesson with a shaky voice, explaining that today's focus would be on dealing with conjured creatures, specifically snakes.

"As part of today's lesson, each group will be given a snake to practice defensive spells," Quirrell announced, his eyes darting around the room nervously. "It's crucial to remain calm and composed."

As Quirrell spoke, you felt a familiar, unsettling sensation. The whispers started again, faint at first, but growing louder. You tried to ignore them, concentrating on Quirrell's instructions, but the whispers persisted, their words becoming clearer.

"She is here... she can hear us..."

You shivered, feeling a cold dread settle in your stomach. Adrian noticed your discomfort and leaned closer. "Are you alright?" he whispered.

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Just... a bit cold."

Quirrell waved his wand, and a series of snakes appeared, one for each group of students. The room filled with hisses and nervous murmurs as the students prepared to face their assigned serpents.

You and Adrian were given a large, dark snake that slithered menacingly on the floor. As you watched it, the whispers grew louder, and you realized they were coming from the snake.

"She is one of us... she can understand..."

Your eyes widened in shock. "Adrian, can you hear that?"

Adrian frowned, looking at the snake. "Hear what?"

"The snake," you whispered urgently. "It's... it's talking."

Adrian looked at you in confusion. "Talking? Are you feeling alright?"

Before you could respond, the snake turned its head towards you, its eyes gleaming. "Speak to us... in our tongue..."

Without thinking, you opened your mouth and spoke. The words flowed naturally, a language you had never learned but somehow understood.

The entire class fell silent as you hissed back at the snake, your voice low and melodic. The snake responded, its body relaxing as it listened to you.

Quirrell's eyes widened in astonishment, and the whispers from the snake became clearer. "She is a Parselmouth... she can speak to us..."

The class stared at you in shock, murmurs spreading like wildfire. Adrian's eyes were wide with surprise and admiration. "You're a Parselmouth?"

You nodded slowly, the realization dawning on you. "Apparently."

Quirrell cleared his throat, his usual nervousness replaced by a keen interest. "Miss Y/L/N, that was extraordinary. Parseltongue is a rare gift."

You felt a mix of emotions—fear, curiosity, and a strange sense of belonging. The whispers had revealed a part of you that you hadn't known existed.

Lunch in the Great Hall

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual lunchtime activity, but today, there was a noticeable shift in the atmosphere. As you and Adrian entered the hall, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Whispers and murmurs filled the air, and you knew they were talking about your Parseltongue abilities.