[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496266,1944,"Chapter 92: Draco vs. Harry, and Harry’s Secret is Exposed","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>\"Finite Incantatem!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape's counter-spell cut off Arthur's Crystal Volley, and out of sheer reflex, he followed up with a Silencio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, he realized that some of Arthur's spells didn't even require incantations to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur simply lifted his wand and made a sweeping motion. A dozen translucent blades of light materialized above him — the Carian Phalanx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light blades slashed toward Snape, forcing him into a most undignified scramble to avoid them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of the opening, Arthur drew his wand back as if pulling a bowstring — Loretta's Greatbow was taking form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Snape had dodged all the light blades and looked up again, he was greeted by the sight of Arthur holding a two-meter-long spectral bow — with an arrow thicker than a man's head nocked and ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur released his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glowing arrow streaked across the air, leaving a beautiful ribbon of light in its wake — a shame Snape had no time to appreciate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jumped off the stage without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way was he taking that hit head-on!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, he could have blocked it — but not without resorting to dark magic, or worse, a full-on curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow smashed into the wall behind where Snape had stood, blasting a two-meter-wide hole clean through it. Its momentum didn't stop there — it pierced into the wall of the adjacent classroom before slowly fading away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape looked at the damage, wondering if he'd somehow offended Arthur recently. Otherwise, why was the boy using something that destructive against him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire duel had lasted only a few minutes, yet the students watching below were utterly dazzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned to Snape with mixed expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor, this was your idea of a demonstration?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorry, but none of them could even begin to copy what they'd just seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione was the first to come to her senses. She began clapping enthusiastically — her eyes shining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Arthur's biggest fan, seeing him best, Snape had her positively elated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, in a real battle, Snape wouldn't necessarily have lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a wizard's duel — and according to the rules, the moment you fall off the stage, you lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape decided that next time, he'd choose the venue himself. This peacock of a student had picked the most impractical place imaginable — no room to sidestep at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gryffindors around Hermione, jolted by her applause, began clapping too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur didn't seem to care. He gave Snape a polite bow, cast a Disillusionment Charm, and vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape didn't comment. His goal in testing Arthur had already been achieved. Let the boy do as he pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as a small bonus, Lockhart had been knocked unconscious by the residual blast of their duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cheered Snape up considerably — this meant the rest of the class was his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he said, tone brisk. \"Let's continue. I'll demonstrate a few simple spells.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He performed several standard incantations for the class to watch, then flicked his wand a few times — the chairs stacked by the wall transformed into a row of wooden training dummies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those of you unsure about your control, practice on the dummies. Those with confidence, stay on stage — defend or challenge whoever you like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, remembering something, Snape added dryly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And one more thing — absolutely no dueling offstage. Unless, of course, you want to end up in an urn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco Malfoy, who'd been training diligently with his godfather to avenge his earlier humiliation, could hardly believe his luck — an official duel with Potter, served to him on a silver platter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swaggered up to Harry and sneered. \"Potter, fancy a duel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the deliberate mispronunciation or something else, Harry accepted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They climbed onto the stage, wands at the ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither bothered with the traditional bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape began the count. \"One… two… three — start!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leviosa Inverso!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of light hit Harry, flipping him upside down midair before he crashed onto the edge of the long table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slytherins burst out laughing, especially Draco's two cronies, who nearly doubled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, Harry got up, and while Draco was still laughing, he swung his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rictusempra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the spell didn't work quite right. Instead of reducing Draco to helpless laughter, it merely knocked him backward — right onto the floor beside Snape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco gave his godfather a sheepish grin, only to be grabbed by the collar and hauled back to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Continue,\" Snape said curtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco raised his wand again. \"Serpensortia!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick cobra materialized and lunged toward Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shadows, Arthur watched with mild curiosity. He remembered the origins of that spell — supposedly invented by an Indian wizard who'd needed a way to make a living among Muggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combine \"India\" and \"snakes,\" and naturally, you got snake charmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes — those street performers with flutes charming cobras?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of them, it was said, were wizards. The flute was their wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he was half-joking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What interested him more was the spell's mechanics — the serpent wasn't conjured from nothing, but summoned from somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that time someone had miscast a Levitation Charm and summoned a bull instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Arthur wonder — if the creatures were real, could he, say, cook them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snake soup was supposed to be quite nutritious, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Onstage, the cobra suddenly shivered. It was cold — which was odd for a cold-blooded creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry raised his wand, ready to strike, but then remembered that time at the zoo — when he'd accidentally set a snake free to scare his cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, leaned forward slightly, and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop!\" (in Parseltongue)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra froze. For a second, it thought it was hallucinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop!\" (again in Parseltongue)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not a hallucination. It hesitated, staring curiously at Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop!\" (third time)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra finally obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alright, you're bigger than me. You say stop, I stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snape blinked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since when did the Potters have any connection to Slytherin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lineage mattered in the wizarding world. Ancient families guarded their genealogies like treasures, and Snape had pored over the Potter family tree before — after all, no one studies you more carefully than your enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain there was no trace of Slytherin blood. Could it be from Lily's side?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no — if Lily had been a Parselmouth, she'd never have been sorted into Gryffindor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't make sense of it, but for now, he had more urgent concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his wand and cast, \"Serpens Evanesco!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra dissolved into a puff of black smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur smacked his lips regretfully. So much for the snake soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" Snape declared. \"That duel is a draw. Continue practicing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco wasn't pleased, but since it was his godfather's judgment, he didn't argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that anyone cared — every student's attention was fixed on Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could talk to snakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those unfamiliar with Parseltongue were quickly briefed by their classmates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said, practice!\" Snape barked, amplifying his voice with Sonorus. The sheer volume made their ears ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chatter died instantly, and the students returned to their spells — though their minds were clearly elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Draco, who looked utterly dejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd fought Harry to a draw — yet everyone only cared about Harry being a Parselmouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some thought, he slipped away to a quiet corner, glancing around nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arthur! Are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd seen Arthur head this way earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want?\" came Arthur's voice, as he dropped his Disillusionment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said before you had a way to get stronger fast. What's the price?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well…\" Arthur considered for a moment. \"A hundred thousand Galleons, plus copies of all your family's rarest grimoires. I don't need the originals — just copies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco frowned. The books, sure — he could copy those slowly at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a hundred thousand Galleons? Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Arthur didn't care about the money — he just wanted the Malfoys' library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A family that had lasted nearly a millennium was bound to have more than a few priceless volumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't even finished the Hogwarts Restricted Section yet, but it never hurt to gather more for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Draco's hesitation, Arthur added casually,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can talk to your father about it. Tell him it's a risk-free, lifelong enhancement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco nodded thoughtfully. He'd discuss it with Lucius later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After class, Harry, still confused by everyone's stares, decided to return to the dormitory. The duel had drained him — mostly all that midair tumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron caught up to him in the Gryffindor common room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Harry, you're a Parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Harry blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can talk to snakes,\" Hermione explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know. I did it once at the zoo — set a python loose to scare my cousin. But what about it? Loads of wizards can probably do that, right?\" Harry shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly!\" Arthur suddenly chimed in, grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For example, I can talk to Errol.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whistled toward the window, and his owl swooped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Errol, circle the room!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obediently, Errol flew a loop around the common room before landing on Arthur's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the owl hadn't understood a word. It was following the telepathic command Arthur had sent — a trick he'd developed after learning to project his mental energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See? Arthur can do it too!\" Harry said, looking relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew Arthur wasn't really speaking a language — he'd told her it was a psychic ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often used it to chat with her and Ranni during boring classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop messing around,\" she said. \"Harry's case is different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur just shrugged and started petting Errol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione continued, \"Harry, when you spoke, we couldn't understand a word. You were speaking another language. That's not normal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was? But I didn't even realize… why?\" Harry looked bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't know,\" Hermione said, frowning, \"but Salazar Slytherin — the founder of Slytherin House — was a Parselmouth too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly,\" Ron added. \"So now everyone thinks you're Slytherin's heir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not! I can't be,\" Harry protested — though as he said it, he remembered the Sorting Hat telling him that Slytherin would've been a good fit. His tone faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still,\" Ron said, \"in history, every Parselmouth's been connected to Slytherin somehow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry turned to Arthur, looking for reassurance. \"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur leaned back lazily. \"I think it's awesome. You've got nothing to worry about. Talking to snakes is cool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't lying — he genuinely thought it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, during summers at his grandmother's countryside home, he'd been terrified of snakes and insects. Back then, he'd dreamed of having Harry's gift — commanding snakes to guard him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But… What if everyone thinks I'm Slytherin's heir? What if they think I opened the Chamber of Secrets?\" Harry murmured, anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visit my patreon for more chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance 30+ Chapters Available\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1824,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.381Z",1,"novelbin.me","d8587b383615391aff82df3c72b7c2a1870b0733d2f7f9ac29f8d8cdd4acc7a0","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-93","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-91",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]