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"Practice..." Harry said proudly. "Years and years of practice."
"Surely you're learning something from him." Hermione said. "He is a great teacher, he wrote all those popular best-selling books!."
"I learned something from him, and he's very good at it too." Harry observed. "He's very good at acting."
"I like it here." Harry said, looking around the tall towers.
"See, I told you it would be worth it." Michael Corner said happily. "There's Cho, our new seeker."
Harry ignored the quidditch players doing exercises at the pitch and leaned back on the wooden benches. He realized he had missed out on not going to the pitch, this as a great spot to nap and he particularly liked the cool wind blowing in front of his face.
"What position do you like to play if you're on the team?" Michael asked. "I want to be a chaser, I think that's where all the action is."
"Nothing..." Harry yawned and smiled lazily at the cool breeze. He heard the Quidditch team begin their drills and he opened one eye to observe the action.
Michael Corner shook his head and moved closer to the rail to observe the older, curvier girls that looked gorgeous in their quidditch uniforms.
A glint of gold caught Harry's eye and with reflexes honed from pick pocketing for years, he snatched the spherical golden ball in his right hand. He partially opened his hand and grinned with delight when he saw a chestnut sized winged golden ball struggling in his grip.
"Awesome..." Harry whispered.
"See, I told you that you will enjoy watching Quidditch." Michael Corner said as he continued to look at the formation of the three chasers.
"Yeah..." Harry said absently. He stowed the struggling snitch in the pocket of his jacket and closed his eyes. He would play with his latest toy later.
"Hey Harry, do you think Cho's pretty?" Michael asked. When he did not hear a reply, he looked back at his roommate. He shook his head when he saw that Harry was lying down on the bench with his arms behind his back, sleeping with a smile on his face.
He looked back at the drills performed by the house team, and heard the Quidditch captain shouting at his seeker that the practice will not be over until she caught the snitch.
The young thief was humming as he tried to remove the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy from the wall. He was looking for a decor like he had seen in the Delacour mansion and decided that his room at his headquarters needed some furnishing. Barnabas looked on curiously at the young thief, but unlike portraits and paintings, he was unable to speak.
Harry frowned as he tried to tug the Tapestry but it refused to budge. He had already removed the complex charm on the wall, but the top of the tapestry was refusing to give way.
"What are you doing?"
Harry immediately turned around and spotted a young first year girl who had freckles on her face like the Weasley's.
"Nothing..." Harry replied.
"You're trying to steal it aren't you?" The girl said. "That won't work... there's a permanent sticking charm on top of it. You have to cut it off."
"How'd you know?" Harry asked warily. The young girl for some reason unnerved him.
"I've done it before years ago." The girl said. She peered closer at the young thief who was wearing a mask. "Who are you?"
"No one." Harry stared back. "You're a first year aren't you? Why did you say years ago?"
The girl noticed her slip of the tongue and sneered again. "I have my secrets... just like yours." This young thief with a mask amused her, and he reminded the girl of her exploits decades ago. She couldn't have witnesses... she needed to kill the roosters without being seen and decided to summon her servant and have this thief killed.
"Come to me... Georgina..."
"Who is Georgina?" Harry asked curiously.
"You speak the sacred tongue?" The girl asked surprised as she looked at the masked thief.
"What sacred tongue?" Harry replied, not knowing that he was speaking in parseltongue.
"The noble language of our ancestors... parseltongue." The girl said eyeing the boy. He could be a descendant of the Salazar Slytherin, and even a relative.
"Master... you have returned..."
Harry immediately turned around when he heard the voice and spotted a large snake with yellow eyes staring at him. The snake's head was the size of a small car, and he was sure that it could even swallow Hagrid whole.
"Bloody hell!" Harry stood back as he removed his wand ready to attack the creature."Have no fear... descendant of Slytherin." The girl said as she walked closer to the snake and massaged its head. "This is my pet... Georgina, a basilisk."
"A basilisk!" Harry couldn't help staring back at the yellow eyes. He knew he was supposed to be dead just staring at those eyes.
"You have little to fear from her." The girl said as she smiled at her descendant. "Those who speak the noble tongue of Salazar Slytherin are safe from her powers."
Harry backed away slowly, contemplating if he should run and escape. "Who... who are you?"
"Just call me Tom... descendant." The girl said. She smirked at the masked boy and decided to help him. After all, when 'she' was student before, she had resorted to stealing a few precious artifacts to finance 'her' projects, and the Gaunt Fortune was gone, squabbled by her grandfather.
"Here." The girl said as she slashed the tapestry, ripping it neatly from where it was attached. "I don't know why you are stealing this tapestry... there are better artifacts in the trophy room."
"Uhh... thanks..." Harry said as he rolled the large tapestry. The girl seriously freaked her out, along with her big ass snake.
"My pleasure descendant." The girl said. "Now run along... I have business to do. Make sure to stay inside the Slytherin Common rooms, so that they will not blame you for what happened."
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