Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

The foundation of all your stories belongs to J.K. Rowling. [1]

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The names of the third-generation quarks are also called "truth" and "beauty", and "top" and "bottom" became popular later; my birthday is about the same as Hermione's. Truth" and "beauty".

When the first part of this chapter was posted, I said that if anyone guessed what the last sentence of this chapter meant before the next chapter was posted, I would tell them the whole plot of the story.

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You never know what little things can derail your grand plans.

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"Abbo, Hannah!"

A brief pause.

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Bones, Susan!"

A brief pause.

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Bout, Terry!"

A brief pause.

"Ravenclaw!"

Harry glanced at his future classmate, trying to remember the look of his face.He was still trying to recover from the shock of seeing the ghost.The sad thing, the really sad thing, and the really, really sad part, is that he actually seemed to calm down.This seems inappropriate.Seems like it should take at least a day to make sense.Maybe it should take a lifetime.Maybe never.

"Kona, Mike!"

Long pause.

"Ravenclaw!"

Professor McGonagall stood by the podium in front of the huge teacher's desk with a serious look on his face. While calling out the students' names one by one, he looked sharply at the students in the audience. He only showed it when he saw Hermione and a few other students. smile.Behind her is the tallest chair at the teacher's table - more like a golden throne, actually - and on it sits a wrinkled, bespectacled old man with a silver beard that seems to hang almost to the ground, looking serious Watching the sorting ceremony benevolently; except that he wasn't really from the East, he looked exactly what a typical wise old man should be. (Harry knew not to trust appearances, though; the first time he saw Professor McGonagall he thought she should be grinning evilly).The old wizard applauded each student, with a smile on his face all the time, as if the belonging of each student was a new joy for him.

To the left of the golden throne was a sullen, piercing-eyed man who never applauded, and every time Harry looked at him, he immediately looked back, not knowing how.To his left was the pale man Harry had seen in the Leaky Cauldron, his eyes darting around in panic and jerking from time to time in his chair; Harry couldn't help staring at him for some reason.Further to the left is a string of three elderly witches who don't seem to be interested in the students.Then to the right of the high golden chair was a round-faced middle-aged witch in a yellow hat, and she applauded except for the Slytherin students.Next came a small man with a shaggy white beard, standing on a chair, applauding all the students, but only smiling at the Ravenclaws.On the far right, one person occupied the positions of almost three people, and there was the hill-like existence who picked them up from the train. He called himself Hagrid, and was the administrator of Hogwarts Key and Hunting Ground.

"Is that man standing on the chair the head of Ravenclaw?" Harry asked Hermione quietly.

On the rare occasion, Hermione didn't answer right away; she was dangling from side to side, staring nervously at the Sorting Hat, fidgeting so much that Harry thought her feet were off the ground.

"Yes, that's him," said one of the prefects who accompanied them, a young girl dressed in Ravenclaw blue.Her name, if Harry remembered correctly, was Miss Clearwater.Her voice was low, but there was a hint of pride in it. "He is the Charms teacher at Hogwarts, Filius Flitwick, the most knowledgeable spell master today, and a former dueling champion—"

"Why is he so short?" asked a student whose name Harry couldn't remember. "Is he a mixed race?"

The young prefect cast a cold glance at him. "Professor is of goblin blood—"

"What?" Harry blurted out involuntarily, drawing Hermione and the other four students to whisper him down.

Now it was Harry's turn to bear the Ravenclaw prefect's glare, which, surprisingly, was quite terrifying.

"I mean—" Harry whispered. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that - it's just - I mean - how is that possible? There's no way two species could be crossed and get a developing offspring! For all the organs that are different between the two species, the structure of their The genetic instructions are all mixed up - it's like you can't, "they don't have a car, so you can't use the engine blueprints mixed together, "it's like putting together half a wagon and half a boat..."

The Ravenclaw prefects still glared at Harry. "Why can't you put together half a carriage and half a boat?"

"Hush!" another prefect hissed, although the Ravenclaw prefect was actually not very loud just now.

"I mean—" Harry whispered more quietly, wondering how to ask whether goblins evolved from humans, or evolved from ancient humans, such as Homo erectus, or were made of humans. - for example, if the genes of goblins are actually people, but they are cast with a kind of inherited magic, and if only one parent is a 'goblin', it will make the effect of the magic weak, which can explain why goblins can be with Human interbreeding; if this hypothesis holds, goblins are not a valuable second data point for how intelligence evolved besides Homo sapiens - and in this light, the goblins of Gringotts do not seem to be Like real non-human intelligent beings, not like Dede or Papitiel-[2][3] "I mean, where the hell do goblins come from?"

"Lithuania," Hermione whispered absently, her eyes still fixed on the Sorting Hat.

Now the prefect smiled at Hermione.

"Oh never mind," Harry whispered.

From the podium, Professor McGonagall shouted, "Goldstein, Anthony!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Next to Harry, Hermione tiptoed back and forth so desperately that her feet lifted off the ground as she rose.

"Goyle, Gregory!"

There was a long, tense silence from under the hat.Almost 1 minute.

"Slytherin!"

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione broke free from the crowd and ran to the Sorting Hat so fast that she slammed the old patched cloth hat on her head, making Harry cringe.Hermione told him about the origin of the sorting hat, but she obviously didn't treat it as an irreplaceable, extremely important, magical treasure with a history of 800 years, not to mention that this treasure carried the lost Magic, complex telepathy about to be performed on her mind, and it doesn't look like the physics are in great shape.

"Ravenclaw!"

Tell me about your expected outcome.Harry didn't know what Hermione was nervous about.In what weird parallel universe would this girl not be assigned a Ravenclaw?Ravenclaw wouldn't exist if Hermione Granger didn't go to Ravenclaw House.

Hermione was given a routine welcome at the Ravenclaw table; Harry wondered if the cheers would have been louder, or more so, if they had known what a formidable competitor they were welcoming. Small.Harry remembered that π was 3.141592, because a millionth precision was good enough for ordinary calculations.Hermione remembered the first hundred digits of π because so many were printed on the back cover of her math textbook.

Harry was delighted that Neville Longbottom had been assigned Hufflepuff.A whole house of reliable friends would do Neville great benefit, if that house was a model of loyalty and camaraderie.Smart kids go to Ravenclaw, evil kids go to Slytherin, would-be heroes go to Gryffindor, and really good kids go to Hufflepuff.

(But Harry thought he'd go to the Ravenclaw prefects first, and he did the right thing. The young girl was reading and didn't even look up, let alone recognize Harry. She pointed her wand at Neville He pointed in the direction of the car and chanted a spell. Afterwards, a dazed expression suddenly appeared on Neville's face, and he walked to the fourth compartment on the left of the fifth car, and sure enough, he found his toad there. )

"Malfoy, Draco!" To Slytherin, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.This may seem like a no-brainer, but you never know what little things might derail your grand plans.

Professor McGonagall yelled "Perks, Sally-Ann!", and out of the crowd came a pale and frail girl who looked strangely ethereal - as if she would mysteriously disappear if you didn't look at her Yes, I will never see them again in the future, and I can't even remember them.

Then (she resolutely hid the fear in her voice and expression, you need to know her very well to notice) Minerva McGonagall took a deep breath and called, "Potter, Harry!"

The hall suddenly fell silent.

All conversation came to a standstill.

All eyes turned to look at him.

For the first time in his life, Harry thought he might have stage fright.

Harry suppressed the feeling immediately.If he was going to live in Magical England, in fact, if he was going to do anything interesting with his life, he'd have to get used to having everyone in the room staring at him.He put a confident smirk on his face, lifted his foot and walked forward—

"Harry Potter!" cried the voice of Fred or George Weasley first, then "Harry Potter!" the other Weasley twin called, and after a while, All of Gryffindor cheered, and before long a large section of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff joined in.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

Harry Potter walked forward.The walk was too slow, he didn't realize until after he started, but now there was no way to adjust the pace, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

Minerva McGonagall turned her head to look at the teacher's desk behind her, but she knew exactly what she would see.

Trelawney fanned vigorously, Felius watched curiously, Hagrid applauded, Sprout looked stern, Victor and Sinista were a little confused, Quirrell stared blankly .Albus still smiled kindly.Severus Snape squeezed his empty silver cup so hard that his knuckles turned white, and the silver cup was slowly deforming in his hands.

With a broad smile on his face, Harry Potter turned his head and bowed to the students on either side of him as he walked across the four House tables with a stately gait, like a prince inheriting his castle.

"Save us from more Dark Lords!" cried one of the Weasley twins, followed by another, "Especially the Dark Lord the Professor!" Except for the Slytherin table , everyone roared with laughter.

Minerva's lips were drawn into a thin line.She was going to talk to the two Weasley troublemakers later, about the second half of that sentence.If they thought it was the first day of term and there were no points for Gryffindors and she was going to do nothing for them, they were wrong.If they weren't afraid of labor services, she thought of something else.

Then she took a terrified breath and looked in Severus' direction, of course he should have imagined that the kid Potter had no idea who they were talking about—

Severus' face was furious at first, then changed into a look of cheerful indifference.A faint smile played on his lips.His eyes were not on the Gryffindor table, but on Harry Potter, still clutching the crumpled remains of the silver cup.

Harry Potter walked forward with the same smile, feeling very warm and a little uncomfortable at the same time.

They were cheering on what he did when he was one year old.One thing he didn't actually get done.Somewhere, somehow, the Dark Lord is still alive.If they knew this, would they still be cheering so loudly?

But the Dark Lord's power had failed once before.

Harry would protect them again.If there is such a prophecy, and it says so in the prophecy.Well, he's actually going to protect them no matter what that damn prophecy says.

All these people who believed in him and cheered him on - Harry couldn't bear to let them down.He doesn't shine like other prodigies and then fade away.He does not disappoint.He must be worthy of the honor of this bright symbol, no matter how it got this honor.He absolutely must, must, no matter how long it takes, even if he dies, he must meet their expectations.Then continue to work hard to exceed their expectations, so that when everyone looks back, they can't figure out why they only had such low requirements for him.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

Harry took the last few steps to the Sorting Hat.He bowed to the chaotic alliance at the Gryffindor table, then turned and bowed across the hall, waiting for the applause and laughter to die down.

(In the back of his mind, he wonders if the Sorting Hat is truly self-aware, that is, aware of itself. Year-old children talk about such a state. Its song seems to imply this: oh, I'm the sorting hat and I'm fine, I sleep for a year and only work one day...)

When the hall fell silent again, Harry sat down on the stool and carefully placed the 800-year-old spiritual artifact carrying lost magic on his head.

He desperately thought: Don't sort me into another hospital!I have a question for you!Have I ever been cast with a forgetfulness spell?Did you sort the Dark Lord as a child, and can you tell me what his weaknesses are?Can you tell me why my wand and the Dark Lord's wand are brothers?Is the ghost of the Dark Lord attached to my wounds and that's why I can't control my anger sometimes?These are the most important questions, but if you have time, can you tell me how to rediscover the lost magic that created you?

In the depths of Harry's quiet soul, where there had been only one voice before, there was a second, unfamiliar voice, which sounded rather worried:

"Oh my god. It's never happened before..."

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[1] The original text is "AllyourbasearebelongtoJ.K.Rowling", in which "Allyourbasearbelongto..." is a sentence with grammatical errors, which first appeared in the English version of the Japanese game "Zero Wing Fighter", and later spread widely on the Internet. Became a famous internet term: zh.wikipedia/wiki/All_your_base_are_belong_to_us

[2] Dede: en.wikipedia/wiki/The_Dirdir

[3] Puppeteers: en.wikipedia/wiki/Pierson's_Puppeteers