HP When Harry is a Genius

The door opened instantly.A tall, dark-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the gate with a serious expression.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me when you get here." She opened the door wide.

The foyer is big enough to move the entire house at 6 Lemon Street into it.

Like Gringotts, the stone walls are surrounded by flaming torches, the ceiling is so high that you can hardly see the top, and the front is a luxurious marble staircase that leads directly to the upper floor.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall led everyone up, "The start-of-term feast is about to begin, but first you need to make sure which college you each enter."

Professor McGonagall introduced Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin to the freshmen.He also emphasized the importance of the college to the individual - during school, the college is equivalent to the students' home in Hogwarts.

After that, Professor McGonagall went to the auditorium first and told the freshmen to wait for her to come back.

The freshmen are nervous and looking forward to the next sorting ceremony.

While we waited, another twenty or so pearly-white, translucent ghosts passed through the wall behind and slid across the room to greet the new students.

"Now, stand in single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first-years as she returned, "follow me."

Pass through the foyer and enter the luxurious dining room through a double door at the back. It is magical, magnificent, and the most amazing thing is the velvety black ceiling with stars shining on it.

It's hard to believe there's a roof over there.

Draco whispered to Harry, "It's been enchanted to look like the sky outside. I'm going to ask Dad to get a ceiling like this in my house later."

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and placed a pointed wizard hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and very dirty.

The dining room was silent.

Then the hat twisted, and the brim split a wide slit like a mouth.

The hat began to sing, and the lyrics roughly introduced the characteristics of the four colleges, similar to what Professor McGonagall said.

After the devil hat sang, the audience applauded thunderously. The devil hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Harry glanced towards the guest of honor on the high platform of the hall, with Hagrid sitting in the corner closest to him.

Hagrid caught Harry's eye, and he gave Harry the thumbs up.

Harry grinned back.

In the center of the guest table, on a large golden chair, sat the Albus Dumbledore whom Harry had just seen on the train on the chocolate frog's wizard card.

He wore an aqua-blue robe, an amethyst-coloured cloak that covered the ground, and high-heeled boots with buckles.Behind the half-moon glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes sparkled.His nose was long but crooked and appeared to have been broken at least twice.

"What a handsome old man who loves beauty," Harry complained while looking at the old headmaster's sullen clothes. He secretly stared at Dumbledore's long nose for a long time, thinking happily: "It's really not good to hit someone in the face. Know which warrior it is, dare to beat Dumbledore, and even broke his nose. What a big revenge, is it Grindelwald in the picture of the chocolate frog? It deserves it!"

In the whole restaurant, only Dumbledore's silver hair shone like the ghosts under the light.

Oh, and maybe Draco's too.

Harry also recognized Professor Quirrell, the young man who had been glared away by Snape at the Leaky Cauldron. He looked odd with a large purple scarf wrapped around his head.

And Snape, Snape was looking at him.

Harry smiled shyly at Snape, who gave him a disgusted look.

Then Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting," she said. "Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two blond braids staggered out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes.She sat down and paused for a moment.

"Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted.

The people at the table to the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table.

Harry saw the fat friar ghost and waved to her happily.

"Terry Boot!", "Ravenclaw!"

This time the second table on the left clapped their hands.When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaws stood up to shake his hand.

Lavender Brown became Gryffindor's first freshman, and the table farthest to the left erupted in cheers, and Harry saw the red-haired twins there too.

"Justin Finch!" "Hufflepuff!"

Harry found that sometimes the hat called out the house's name right away, but other times it took a while to make a decision.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione Granger almost trotted up to the stool and put her hat on her head hastily.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

Draco snorted heavily.

"Neville Longbottom", the boy who was always missing his toad, fell over as soon as he got up when he was called.

The Hat took a long time to make up its mind about Neville this time.

When the hat finally called out "Gryffindor", Neville ran away wearing it, and finally had to trot back amidst laughter to return the hat to Professor McGonagall.

"Draco Malfoy!"

The freshmen were almost called out, and finally it was their turn.

Draco met Harry's eyes, then swaggered over, and got his wish instantly, screaming, "Slytherin!" almost as soon as the hat touched his head.

Draco went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.

There was a much louder cheer than before from the Slytherin table.

Each of them seemed to welcome the Malfoy young master.

Draco swaggered to the front of the long table, where a senior student was supposed to sit, but as soon as Draco went, he took the initiative to give up his seat.

Draco grimaced proudly at Harry.

At this time, "Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward there was a sudden humming and whispering in the Great Hall like the hiss of a small flame.

"Potter, was the professor calling Potter just now?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

When the hat was about to be pulled over Harry's head to block his view, Harry saw the crowds in the auditorium, and everyone was looking up, hoping to see what he looked like.

Harry suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a prank, and in an instant he activated the Occlumency technique he was already familiar with.

Then came The Dark World in the Hat and Waiting.

There was a long period of silence, the constant silence, and finally, he heard a small voice in his ear saying: "Difficult, very difficult."

He heard the Sorting Hat's annoyed muttering: "I can't see through you, why can't I see through you?"

The Sorting Hat writhed restlessly on Harry's head.

"Is there no house for me?" Harry asked it in a low voice.

"No, of course not," the Sorting Hat twisted and said, "I'll take a look, um, I'll take a look again."

"How do you see through others?" Harry asked curiously.

"Temperature, feeling, mood swings, smell, etc., there are many." The Sorting Hat replied in a low voice.

Harry unblocked part of his brain, letting go of ordinary life at the Dursleys' house.

"I see!" The Sorting Hat cried out happily, and then said in a low voice, "I can see that you are very smart, very cunning, and have a good heart, and are very good at using everything around you. So, very interesting, I should Where do you go? Ravenclaw is perfect for you, Slytherin is not bad, oh, where should you go?"

"Go where my parents used to be," said Harry softly.

"Have you made up your mind? You can become a master, you know, in a moment of thought, Slytherin can help you to achieve greatness, and Ravenclaw can help you achieve your ideals, there is no doubt about it. Not happy? That's good." , now that you've made up your mind, it's best to go—Gryffindor!"

Harry heard the Hat call out that last name to the whole Hall.

He took off his hat and walked to the Gryffindor table, where everyone stood up to welcome him.

Prefect Percy shook his hand firmly, and the twins yelled, "We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"

The red-haired twins, shoulder to shoulder, jumped up and introduced themselves to him: "Fred and George, Weasley."

Harry looked back at the Slytherin table, where Draco was curling his lips at him, giving Harry that "I knew it" look.

Then came Ron, the youngest son of the red-haired Weasleys, and when he took the seat next to Harry, Harry joined everyone else in applauding him.

The red-haired, freckled boy introduced himself awkwardly to Harry: "Weasley, Ron Weasley".

The twins happily put their arms around Ron and said to Harry, "This is Ron, our little brother."

"Very good, Ron, great!" said Percy Weasley in a dramatic tone, pleased with Ron's choice to sit next to Harry.

At this time, the last remaining freshman, Theodore Nott, was also assigned to Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat and left.

Looking down at the empty gold plate in front of him, Harry realized that he was already hungry, and that pumpkin pie seemed a long time ago.

Albus Dumbledore stood up.

Dumbledore looked at the students with a smile on his face. He opened his arms to the students. It seemed that nothing could make him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. It is: "Stupid!Cry!residue!screw!thank you all! "

He sat down again, and everyone applauded and cheered.

"Is he, a little crazy?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"Crazy?" whispered Percy. "He's a genius! The best wizard in the world! But you're right, he's kind of crazy. Would you like some potatoes, Harry?"

At this time, the table was suddenly full of food.Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce and more.

And for some odd reason, mints.

Nearly Headless Nick, a ghost of Gryffindor, watched them enviously enjoy the sumptuous food. It is said that he has not eaten for more than 400 years, which means that he has been dead for more than 400 years.

He also showed the freshmen that he was "almost headless" and encouraged the freshmen to strive for the House Cup for Gryffindor. He said that Slytherin had won six consecutive championships, which made him often haunted by the ghost of Slytherin. ——The mocking of the Bloody Baron.

Harry looked over to the Slytherin table and saw a ghostly figure sitting beside it, staring glassy-eyed, haggard, robes splattered with silvery blood.

Bloody Barrow was sitting right next to Draco, and Draco wasn't too pleased about it, Harry watched and laughed.

"How did he get blood all over his body?" Seamus was particularly interested.

"I never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick primly.

After everyone had opened their bellies and filled their stomachs, the rest of the food disappeared from the plates in one go.

The plates and forks are as clean as ever.

After a while, the pudding came up.

There are all kinds of ice cream, such as apple cake, enamel cake, chocolate sponge cake, fried jam doughnut, marmalade pudding, strawberry, jelly, rice pudding...

Harry took a treacle pie, when the conversation turned to their respective families.

"I'm half and half," Seamus said. "Daddy's a Muggle, and Mommy didn't tell Daddy she was a witch until after they were married, and it scared him a lot."

Everyone laughed.

"What about you, Neville?" Ron asked.

Harry's reaction to Ron was rather strange, because basically children from wizarding families should have heard of the surname "Longbottom".

Longbottom is a famous family in the wizarding world, although the current head of the family is lying in St. Mungo's Hospital in a deep sleep.

"Oh, I was brought up by my granny, who was a witch," said Neville, "but my family has treated me like a Muggle all these years. My Uncle Algie is always trying to get me to show me off when people don't know me." Spells—once he pushed me off the pier at Black Lake and nearly drowned me—and nothing happened. Until I was eight years old when my Uncle Algie came over for tea one day and he put I was hanging ankle-up from the upstairs window just as my Aunt Anne was handing him a piece of meringue. He missed me. I bounced myself up--flew all over the garden and fell On the road. They were all overjoyed. Auntie Anne even cried with joy. If only you could see the expressions on their faces when I received the admission letter. You see, they thought I had magical skills Not enough to get into this school. My Uncle Algie bought me a toad on a whim."

After hearing Neville's words, some subtle emotions flashed through Harry's heart.

Both were born at the end of July, but because of Voldemort's different choices, the circumstances were completely opposite.

He was born smart, but he was sinister everywhere, and the cruel reality forced him to grow up rapidly.

However, Neville, although talented and stupid, has a whole family to worry about him, and he was spoiled and grown up in a honeypot.

On Harry's other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione Granger were discussing their homework: "There's so much to learn, and I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration. You know, turning something into something To become something else, of course, should be very difficult--", "You should start with small things, such as turning matches into needles or something--"

Harry found the conversation boring and wanted to sleep.

Looking up at the guest table, Hagrid was drinking heavily.Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore.Professor Quirrell, with a ridiculous scarf on his head, was talking to Snape.

Finally, the pudding disappeared too, and Professor Dumbledore stood up again.

The restaurant also returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone is full of food and drink, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to. Attention first-year students, the woods on campus are all Students are prohibited from entering. Some of our old classmates should also remember this well."

Dumbledore's bright eyes flicked in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to remind everyone not to do magic in the corridors between classes.

"The vetting of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in participating in the academy team should contact Mrs. Hooch."

"Finally, I have to tell everyone that those who don't want to suffer an accident or a painful death, please don't enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said loudly.

Harry noticed that the smiles of the other teachers seemed to freeze.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of text like a snake above the high dining table.

"Each one chooses his own tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang loudly: Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, because our brains are empty, full of dead flies and chicken feathers, teach us something valuable, teach us what we have forgotten , Give it back to us, and we will study hard until it turns into shit.

What an ugly song it is!Harry complained silently in his heart.

Everyone sang the school song as simply as possible.

In the end, only the Weasley twins continued to sing along to the slow melody of "Funeral March".

Dumbledore conducted the final bars for them both with his wand, and when they were done, he gave the loudest applause.

"Music," he wiped his eyes and said emotionally, "is more attractive than anything else! It's time for bed now, everyone go back to the dormitory."

The Gryffindor first year followed Percy through the noisy crowd, out of the dining room and up the marble stairs.

"You should be on your guard against Peeves," said Percy, walking away. "The Bloody Barrow is the only one who can hold him down, and Peeves doesn't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."

At the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very rich woman in pink.

"Password?" she asked.

"Dragon scum," Percy replied.

I saw the painting staggering forward, revealing a circular hole in the wall.

They all crawled through the hole in the wall, and Neville had to be helped.

Afterwards, they found themselves in the Gryffindor common room.

It was a cozy circular room filled with squishy armchairs.

Percy directed the girls through one door to their dorms, and then led the boys through another door.At the top of a spiral staircase they were apparently in a tower.

"Today's food is too big, isn't it?" Ron whispered to Harry, who was his roommate, lying on the bed. "Go away, Scabbers! He's eating my sheets."

"Scabbets, is your pet?" Harry asked.

Ron reached out and fished a fat gray mouse out of the ground, "It's Scabbers, it's useless, it can't wake up all day. Percy became a prefect, and my dad gave him an owl, and they Can't afford it—I mean, just give me the mouse."

Ron's ears turned red.

Harry thought there was nothing wrong with not being able to afford an owl, there were plenty of poor people.

He told Ron that he always wore Dudley's baggy old clothes too, which seemed to put Ron in a much better mood.

"I heard you ended up living with Muggles," said Ron. "How were they?"

"My uncle and aunt don't like me, but my cousin is very kind to me. If only I had three brothers." Harry said with a yawn.

"Five," said Ron, looking a little unhappy, and he said dejectedly, "If you have five brothers, you'll never have to use anything new. I wear Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and There's Percy throwing away unwanted rats."

He pulled out a battered wand, peeled off in places, with a white glint on the end.

Harry looked at Ron sympathetically. Although he used second-hand wands before he went to Ollivander's store to buy his Fate wand, he had never used a wand as old as Ron's.

Feeling sleepy, he didn't answer, fell into a deep sleep on the bed, and soon after, Ron fell asleep himself.