boyutpedia Chapter 187 Underlying Logic
Chapter 187 Underlying Logic
Chapter 187 Underlying Logic
Harry turned his head and looked through the crowd to see the familiar figure of Lynch, dressed in a suit and a black trench coat, standing quietly at the entrance of the open Great Hall.
Lynch's gaze swept across the crowd and landed precisely on Harry. He then tilted his head slightly, signaling for him to come out.
Harry grasped at a straw and hurried toward the door.
Wherever he went, students made way for him as if avoiding a plague, and he could feel countless gazes piercing his back.
Lin Qi waited for him to approach, said nothing, but gestured towards the door again with his eyes, then turned and led the way out.
Harry followed closely behind him, and the two walked silently through the brightly lit foyer, one after the other, up the marble steps leading to the upstairs corridor.
The clamor in the auditorium faded into the distance behind them.
Lynch led Harry all the way back to his office before turning around to face him.
"Harry," Lynch said calmly, "do you understand what you just did in the Great Hall?"
Recalling the reactions of everyone in the Great Hall, Harry's green eyes filled with confusion. He shook his head vigorously, his voice a little dry: "I...I don't quite understand, Uncle Lynch, what happened?"
Lynch looked at Harry: "What did you say to that snake?"
Harley swallowed hard, trying to ease his dry throat: "That snake—I just wanted it to stop, to stop attacking Justin—"
"Can you hear yourself speaking at that time?"
"Yes." Harry nodded affirmatively, "But... my voice became very strange, as if it had involuntarily lowered and become hoarse. I don't even know why."
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Lin Qi nodded: "I see."
After saying that, he gestured for Harry to sit down: "You may need to sit down to hear what I'm about to say."
Harry sat down, puzzled.
"I'm afraid... only you and the snake could understand that strange sound," Lynch said slowly, observing Harry's reaction. "It's a very ancient and very rare talent. People with this ability can communicate with snakes and even command them; it's called Parsleyan. Even in the wizarding world, very few people possess this talent."
"Parsleyan?" Harry repeated the unfamiliar word blankly, instinctively denying it, "No—I just—I don't know what it means—"
"This ability, in the magical world, is usually associated with Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, and his descendants," Lynch continued, his words clear and slow.
Harry's face instantly drained of color—a descendant of Slytherin!
This can only mean one thing at Hogwarts right now!
I haven't forgotten the blood-written words on that wall!
He jumped to his feet. "It wasn't me! Uncle Lynch! I'm not the heir to Slytherin! And I didn't open the Chamber of Secrets! You have to believe me!"
Lynch reached out and gently pressed Harry back down.
"Of course I know you're not Slytherin's heir, and I know you didn't open the Chamber of Secrets..." Lynch's tone was unwavering, and his words acted like a rock, temporarily silencing Harry's surging panic.
He looked at Harry: "But now you understand why only you can hear that monster's voice."
Harry's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Do you remember I told you that I found some clues behind that curtain?"
"In fact, I found a piece of molted skin, and after consulting and comparing the information, I finally confirmed that the monster itself was a snake, a very ancient and very dangerous snake—a basilisk." Lin Qi's voice was very low.
"Snake—basilisk?" Harry repeated the unfamiliar word. "What's that?"
A slight smile appeared on Lynch's lips: "As for the specific details and legends, I think your good friend Miss Granger would be happy to find them in some thick, brick-like book and tell you. You only need to know the most crucial point: the basilisk is an extremely dangerous creature, and anyone who makes direct eye contact with it will die instantly."
Harry gasped, fear gripping him once more.
"Instant death? Then—did Professor Dumbledore know? Did he know it was the Basilisk?"
"He knows." Lynch nodded affirmatively.
"Then why hasn't he closed the school yet?" Harry's voice rose sharply with urgency. "Why hasn't he sent everyone home? It's too dangerous!"
Lynch was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the dark outline of the castle outside the window and the blurry shadows of the Forbidden Forest in the distance.
"Because this is the magical world, Harry." He turned his gaze back, his eyes calm and profound. "Wizards and Muggles, though essentially human, have a vast chasm in their understanding of danger and risk."
Harry opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but Lynch raised his hand to stop him and continued:
"Imagine, in the Muggle world, if there were a plant whose mere cry as a baby could cause unconsciousness, and even death as an adult, how would Muggles deal with it?"
Harry paused for a moment, the Dursleys' possible panicked reaction flashing through his mind, and then moved far away.
"They would classify it as the most dangerous item, absolutely forbidding anyone from touching it, and storing it away under strict seal, right?" Lynch provided the answer for him. "But at Hogwarts, Professor Sprout simply gave you earmuffs and then had you repot the young mandrakes yourself. To wizards, it was just an ordinary course for second-year students."
He walked to the fireplace, reached out and lit the fire, sparks crackling.
"Think about it again: falling from a broom several feet high and breaking a few bones; accidentally ingesting the wrong potion and collapsing from poison; even being scratched or bitten by some magical creature—things that would require emergency medical attention in the Muggle world, potentially leaving permanent sequelae or even endangering your life—here," Lynch turned to Harry, "Madame Pomfrey could often have you out of the hospital overnight, bouncing around like a baby, with just a potion or a wave of her wand. The danger is still there, but the severity of the consequences is greatly reduced because of magic."
Harry remembered the wounds he and Ron had sustained from the Whomping Willow, which had indeed healed quickly at Madam Pomfrey's.
"Wizards possess the powerful tool of magic and medical safeguards," Lynch said, walking back to Harry, his voice steady. "This gives their society a far greater resilience than Muggles. Therefore, many things that Muggles see as requiring immediate prohibition or evacuation to avoid casualties might just be seen as 'trouble' or 'challenges' requiring careful handling by wizards. As long as it's not an immediate, widespread, irreversible death, like the basilisk's gaze, then 'maintaining the status quo' and 'internal solutions' are often the preferred options, rather than the extreme avoidance measures taken by Muggles."
He gently patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Therefore, Dumbledore knew it was a basilisk, but his failure to immediately evacuate the school did not stem from a lack of concern for the students' safety. On the contrary, he likely believed that, under the protection of Hogwarts and the supervision of the professors, controlling the risks, identifying and eliminating the basilisk was a more responsible approach than hastily sending hundreds of students home—among whom there might be the real culprit or even more uncertainty. This makes sense in the logic of the wizarding world."
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