Chapter 350: Unexpected

Harry talked to Clara, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, about two things, but actually he didn't have to take these two things to heart.

Regarding the paternity test, it can be seen that Clara and Sineipu had already discussed countermeasures in advance, it's just that she came specially to explain it to him.

Regarding the things that fate and doctors were unwilling to say, Harry felt that perhaps this was also something Nawei was pursuing. He only needed to wait and see.

When he settled down, Harry found half-pleasantly and half-painfully that he only needed to worry about the OWL exams right in front of him.

On Sunday, Harry obtained Delphini's hair as requested, and then he sent the two hairs together to the testing agency he had contacted before with a feeling of resignation.

Originally, he thought this matter could be put to an end for the time being. After all, a paternity test takes a long time. However, in mid-May, a slightly coincidental thing made Harry discover a fatal loophole.

That day, he was sitting in the Minister's office, completing his Transfiguration homework while flipping through a book, occasionally answering some simple questions raised by the Minister.

"Minister," Bernard walked in. "Harry, good afternoon."

"Bernard, what's the matter?" the Minister said without raising his head.

"Uh, there is a bit of a matter."

"You can say it directly, Bernard, Harry knows everything," the Minister didn't look at him at all.

"Uh..."

Facing the private secretary who fell into hesitation, Harry should have left tactfully, but he felt that if it were a real urgent matter, the Minister probably wouldn't hide it from him.

"If it's something related to Death Eaters, I indeed know," Harry also said without raising his head.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know before whether you knew that the department and Death Eaters have cooperation," Bernard stammered. "But if you don't know what exactly we cooperated on..."

"Are you going to talk about the election?" Harry felt that if the Phoenix Society didn't know about this matter, that would be the strange thing.

"Uh, uh yes, that snake has arrived," under the Minister's gaze, after stammering for dozens of seconds, Bernard finally said the matter.

"Now?" the Minister glanced at Harry. "Do you want to go take a look together?"

"If you take Harry—"

"Relax, Bernard," the Minister patted his shoulder. "The Phoenix Society is Harry's political identity, consultant is his government identity, and that snake is obviously a government affair: we are the third party."

Harry suddenly remembered that he had promised to visit Nagini often. But in fact, more than two months had passed since the last meeting, which was far from "often." Of course, this was because of the election agenda, but Harry felt that even if there were extenuating circumstances, he had to explain it to her.

When Harry followed the Minister to a greenhouse built in the Department of Mysteries, Nagini suddenly raised its body and faced Harry with a hostile posture.

"You almost fooled me, Saruman!" it hissed, slightly angry.

"What?" Harry froze.

"I promised to choose Harry as the new Dark Lord because I treated him as a friend who can communicate, but I didn't expect you to fool me," Nagini made a series of hissing sounds. "You are not Harry at all, Harry shouldn't be able to speak Parseltongue, you are a liar, you covet the Dark Lord's position, so you disguised yourself as that look to fool me."

"No, I am Harry, that is—" Harry originally wanted to explain, but he woke up instantly, so he hurriedly changed his words. "That is the Dark Lord's plan, from beginning to end Harry is me, and there is no second Harry."

Optimistically thinking, this was just because Nagini could understand English, and Bella told her everything; but there was another possibility, that was the "professional people in both worlds" Clara mentioned. What if they had someone who understood snake language?

And, they specifically chose to transport Nagini over on Friday, perhaps it was a test of him. Harry felt slightly lucky that he finally mastered the technique of maintaining Occlumency at any moment last week, and he hadn't felt anyone spying on him yet.

There must be CIA people in the Ministry of Magic, Harry had no doubt about this, and he knew deeply that even if he wanted to speak in snake language next, he had better deliberate on the words. Who knows if someone can understand.

"I don't care," Nagini raised its head. "I don't care who is who, I just feel you fooled me! If you are the Dark Lord's child, then I will definitely not choose you."

"Then do you want to choose Delphini? Isn't she also the Dark Lord's child?" Harry answered calmly.

"She didn't fool me, she didn't hypocritically pretend to be some decent person, you make me feel disgusted, Saruman, you are a despicable guy." This sentence was spoken in snake language, appearing even more cold and ruthless.

"We will discuss this problem another day, we can talk heart-to-heart," Harry knew that the Minister and others were staring at him. "I believe this must be some kind of misunderstanding."

Nagini turned its head without hesitation, no longer facing the glass.

"Ah, you chatted for a while, right?" the Minister said happily. "Harry can speak Parseltongue, it's not surprising, excellent people are always working twice as hard to learn new things when we don't know."

"Ah," Harry smiled awkwardly and nodded. He didn't intend to explain, nor did he want to make up new lies.

That day, taking advantage of the Ministry of Magic officials all having lunch breaks, Harry quietly put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked toward the Department of Mysteries. However, what he didn't expect was that there was someone who didn't have a lunch break in the Department of Mysteries.

Nawei confirmed that the person who quietly sneaked into the Department of Mysteries was Harry, then put down his wand and asked: "What are you doing here?"

"I want to find Nagini to chat for a few words," Harry chose to say a vague truth. "She is not very cooperative with our work now, so I need to come and communicate with her."

"Then why did you come quietly?" Nawei, after brief doubt, reacted instantly. "The 'we' you just said, refers to the Phoenix Society?"

"About that," Harry nodded.

"You go," Nawei waved at him. "But I still suggest you don't trust it too much, snakes are cold-blooded by nature."

When he saw Nagini for the second time, it still didn't give Harry a good look.

"So, what do you want to say to me again?" Nagini said coldly.

"I feel you have opinions about me, but why? What do you feel is wrong?" Harry said sincerely. "Perhaps it's a misunderstanding, I can explain."

"Nothing is wrong, I have already realized," Nagini hissed and spat out its tongue. "You never made me feel special, all this is just Voldemort's magic at work, it made me want to be close to you for no reason—now I realize that's because you have his blood flowing in you."

Harry felt very tricky. He considered denying his identity as "Saruman," but that way he couldn't explain Nagini's feeling, unless he told the truth, telling her that it was because both were Horcruxes.

However, not to mention Harry was not very willing, even using snake language to say this most crucial secret. Even if he said it at huge risk, for the current Nagini, I'm afraid she would also think it was Saruman making up stories and quibbling, which would only cause her more resentment: Harry couldn't prove he was Voldemort's Horcrux rather than child.

"But didn't you say before..." Harry felt a toothache, he could only find some other topics first.

"Before I still treated you as the only friend," Nagini's tone was a bit distorted. "But you used me, you are nothing, you are just a backup left by Voldemort, I will not be used by him again, I also don't want to be used by you again."

"Someone persuaded you to choose Delphini, right?" Harry said. "I want to ask you to understand, that person is just slandering me without any basis. Isn't Delphini also Voldemort's child? If he says so, persuading you to choose Delphini, isn't it still falling into Voldemort's arrangement?"

"You are right," Nagini said. "Whether choosing you or Dai Erfei, in the end, it is falling into Voldemort's manipulation. And I don't want to be controlled by him again."

A shocking conclusion was about to come out: Nagini might choose Lu Xiusi.

In Harry's cognition, Lu Xiusi was usually ambitious, very good at playing conspiracies or small tricks, but didn't have much strength himself. So, he had never taken this big Malfoy seriously. It was only now that he realized that perhaps Lu Xiusi cleverly used the rebellious psychology of this big snake. He knew Nagini didn't like being ordered around, so he deliberately let others go to persuade her, so she would choose that shovel-poop officer who had the least things to do instead.

"Uh, so." Harry wanted to persuade her again, but didn't know how to open his mouth. "Will you choose..."

"I haven't decided, you don't need to persuade me anymore," Nagini shook its head proudly. "I might make any choice, don't think about commanding me. I am an independent snake."

"Alright," Harry sighed. He felt this matter was really a bit unacceptable: he originally thought it was a sure thing, but now such a serious accident occurred.

When he stood in the elevator hall of the Ministry of Magic, Harry realized the strangeness of the matter belatedly: when Lu Xiusi agreed to this entire election plan, he didn't know about Saruman yet.

However, after hearing about Saruman, Lu Xiusi had completely lost control of Nagini. At that time, Nagini had been in the Lestrange home. But, Bellatrix wanted to persuade Nagini to choose Dai Erfei, no, she might not even speak snake language first. Even if there was someone in the Lestrange family who could speak snake language, it was at most the three-year-old Dai Erfei. And if Bellatrix couldn't communicate effectively with Nagini, she... would she really tell Nagini the story of Saruman?

Harry had never arrogantly thought that Bella or Lu Xiusi were two fools. He had always regarded them as difficult opponents. And for such opponents, the probability of her making a mistake was very small—just as Clara said, rather than suspecting that a low-probability event occurred, it was better to prioritize suspecting that someone was playing tricks behind the scenes. ===== CHAPTER 351 =====