If Albus had taught Minerva anything, it was to welcome help from unexpected quarters: perhaps even actual divine intervention, born of a common appreciation of tartan, tea, and a certain old-fashioned discipline.
But as the witch and the angel crawled through the drippy caverns beneath Voldemort’s lair, they were spied upon by a reptilian agent.
Minerva drew her wand, but Aziraphale only whispered a strong suggestion to Nagini in a hissing language. The snake slithered away looking dazed and vague.
“You’re a Parselmouth?!” Minerva said.
Aziraphale’s ears went pink in the darkness. “Picked it up…over the years…from someone I know.”
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If Albus had taught Minerva anything, it was to welcome help from unexpected quarters: perhaps even actual divine intervention, born of a common appreciation of tartan, tea, and a certain old-fashioned discipline.
But as the witch and the angel crawled through the drippy caverns beneath Voldemort’s lair, they were spied upon by a reptilian agent.
Minerva drew her wand, but Aziraphale only whispered a strong suggestion to Nagini in a hissing language. The snake slithered away looking dazed and vague.
“You’re a Parselmouth?!” Minerva said.
Aziraphale’s ears went pink in the darkness. “Picked it up…over the years…from someone I know.”
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/thats all
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lovely!
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