HP When Harry is a Genius

"Gryffindor is coming!" Lee Jordan yelled, acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Snapinter, the Shusleys and Wood. It's been accepted as the best team at Hogwarts for a number of years—"

Lee's comments were drowned out by a flurry of boos from the Slytherin side.

"Here comes the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He has made some changes in formation, and seems to be winning by size rather than skill—"

The booing from Slytherin grew louder.Harley, however, thinks Lee has a point.Except for Draco, the other members of the Slytherin team are all hulking and tall.

"Captains, shake hands!" said Mrs. Hooch.

Flint and Wood walked towards each other and shook each other's hands hard, as if they wanted to crush each other's fingers.

"Get on the broom!" said Mrs. Hooch. "Three, two, one!"

Fourteen broomsticks flew into the air, and Hooch's whistle was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.Harry felt his hair float from his forehead to the back of his head, and his strange tension in the thrill of flying disappeared.

He looked around and saw Draco on a broomstick, speeding up to find the Snitch.

"The Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side now, and Gryffindor's Arya Spinnet dribbles straight into the Slytherin goal, looking good, Arya! Ah, no! Quaffle The ball is intercepted by Warrington, Slytherin's Warrington sprinting up the pitch. Wow! A beautiful bludger from George Weasley, Warrington misses the quagmire The ball, caught by Johnson, the Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side again, come on, Angelina! A nice turn around Montagu. Down, Angelina, the Bludger made it ! She scored! Ten to zero for Gryffindor!"

Angelina flew around one end of the court, fists pumping in the air.The scarlet ocean below screamed with glee.

"Ouch!" Marcus Flint charged at Angelina, who nearly fell off her broom.

"Sorry!" Flint said, and the crowd booed below. "Sorry, didn't see her!"

After a while Fred gave Ding Flint a light slap on the back of the head with his bat.Flint's nose hit the broomstick and began to bleed.

"Come on!" screamed Mrs. Hooch, rising steeply between them. "Gryffindor penalty for attacking the Chaser for no reason! Slytherin penalty for intentionally hurting the Chaser!"

"Come on, ma'am!" roared Fred, but Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and Arya flew ahead to take the punishment.

"Good job, Alicia!" Lee yelled amidst the silence of the crowd. "Yes! She passed the keeper! Twenty to zero, Gryffindor leads!"

Harry swerved his broom and watched as a nosebleed Flint flew ahead to take the Slytherin penalty.

Wood circled in front of the Gryffindor goal, gritted his teeth. "Of course Wood's a terrific keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd as Flint waited for Mrs Hooch to blow the whistle. "Brilliant! Hard to get past. Yes! Unbelievable! He saved the Quaffle!"

Relieved, Harry jumped up, looking around for the Snitch, but still listening to Lee Jordan's every comment.He had to keep Draco away from the Snitch until after Gryffindor had scored more than fifty points.

"The Quaffle is on the Gryffindor side, no, on the Slytherin side - no! - the ball is on the Gryffindor side again, this team Katie Bell, Gryffindor Kay Ti Bell got the Quaffle and she galloped across the field - that was on purpose!"

The Slytherin Chaser, Montague, had already swung ahead of Katie, and instead of catching the Quaffle, he was grabbing Katie's head.Katie somersaulted in the air, still on the broomstick, but the ball fell.Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew again, and she went up to Montagu and began to shout at him. A minute later, Katie got past the Slytherin keeper and gave them another penalty.

"Thirty to zero! Bear with it, you dirty, deceitful—" "Jordan, if you can't judge impartially—" "I am, Professor!"

Harry felt a surge of excitement.He saw the Snitch, blinking near one of the Gryffindor goalposts.But he must not take it now.If Draco saw it, Harry feigned sudden concentration, turned his broom and flew quickly towards the Slytherins.The ruse worked.Draco was hot on his heels, apparently thinking Harry saw the Snitch there before he charged.

A Bludger galloped past Harry's right ear and was hit by Derek, the tall Slytherin batsman.And then - dash.Another Bludger brushed Harry's elbow.Another hitter, Bol, was closing in.Harry caught a brief glimpse of Derek and Bol racing up toward him, clubs raised.

He went up on the broomstick at the last second, and Bol and Derek collided hard.

"Haha!" Lee Jordan yelled, and at this moment the two Slytherin players separated with their heads in their arms. "Too bad. Boys! You'll have to get up earlier to beat Firebolt and Arrow! Now the Quaffle is on the Gryffindor side, Johnson's on the ball, Flint's on her Beside - poke him in the eye, Angelina! - it's a joke, professor, it's a joke. Oh, no! Flint has the ball, Flint flies towards the Gryffindor goal, come on , Hey, Wood, save the ball!"

But Flint scored, and there was a cheer from the Slytherins.Lee Jordan cursed fiercely, and Professor McGonagall tried to take the microphone from Jordan's hand.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm sorry! It won't happen again! Now, the Gryffindor team leads, thirty to ten, and the ball is in the Gryffindor team."

The ball game turned into the dirtiest ball game Harry had ever experienced.The Slytherins were furious that Gryffindor had taken the lead so early.Hurry up and grab the ball by any means.Bol hits Arya with a stick and tries to say he thought she was a Bludger.George retaliated by elbowing Bol in the face.Mrs. Hooch gave both teams penalty points.Wood made another save, and the score reached forty to ten, with Gryffindor leading.

The Golden Snitch was gone again.Harry rose to the heights, looking around for the Snitch, with Draco on his heels.Once Gryffindor was leading by fifty points, Harry would be quick to catch the Snitch before Draco.

Kitty scored, fifty to ten.

Fred and George circled around her, sticks raised, lest anyone in the Slytherin team retaliate.Bole and Derrickley, taking advantage of the absence of Fred and George, both turned their clubs on Wood; they hit Wood in the stomach one after another, and Wood caught the broom and rolled in the air, fully bent.

Mrs. Hooch was mad with rage.

"You can't hit the keeper unless the Quaffle is in the end zone!" she screamed at Bol and Derek. "Gryffindor takes the penalty!"

Angelina scored, sixty to ten.A moment later, Fred Weasley slammed the Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Arya caught it and sent it into the Slytherin goal: Seventy to ten.

The Gryffindor crowd below screamed hoarsely—Gryffindor had a sixty-point lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the trophy would be Gryffindor's.Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes following him around the pitch, he was flying higher than anyone else now, and Draco sped up after him.

Then he saw it, the Snitch glowing just twenty feet above him.Harry accelerated wildly, the wind whistling in his ears.He reached out, but suddenly the broom slowed.

Startled, Harry looked around.Draco lunged forward, grasping the Firebolt by the tail of the arrow with both hands, pulling it back.

"You!" Harry roared angrily, "Are you dying?!"

"You taught me that trick!" Draco said triumphantly. "You jumped on my broomstick to snatch the Snitch in second year." He gasped as he grabbed Harry's broom so hard, but his eyes were vindictive. of light.

Harry looked at the Snitch anxiously, but he didn't dare to move, he was afraid that Draco would fall.Draco got his wish, and the Snitch was gone again.

"Free throws! Gryffindor free throws! I've never seen such a tactic!" shrieked Madam Hooch and flew straight up to Draco, who was sliding back to his Nimbus 2001.

"You deceitful bastard!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone, jumping out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "You dirty, deceitful bastard—"

Harry glanced at Lee Jordan coldly, calmly, and raised his middle finger.

Lee Jordan raised the microphone angrily and shouted: "You know how to protect Slytherin! Who am I swearing for?!"

"Shut up, Jordan!" Professor McGonagall slapped Lee Jordan's microphone off angrily, but she shook her fist at Harry.

Alicia took the penalty for Gryffindor, but she was so enraged that she sent the ball several feet from the goal.The Gryffindors were distracted, and the Slytherins were delighted by Draco's trick on Harish.The whole team was encouraged and flew higher.

"The Slytherin team got the Quaffle, the Slytherin team attacked, and Montagu scored." Lee said weakly, "Seventy to twenty, Gryffindor leads."

Now Harry was staring at Draco so closely that their knees would often touch each other.Harry prevented Draco from approaching the Snitch from any direction.

"Get out of the way, Potter!" Draco yelled helplessly, as he wanted to turn the corner.Only to find Harry blocking his way.

Harry grinned: "You know, Draco. In terms of flying skills, you are no match for me."

"Angelina Johnson got the ball for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, come on!" shouted Lee Jordan.

Harry looked around.Every member of the Slytherin team except Draco.Even the goalie was speeding towards Angelina - they all wanted to block her.

Harry turned the broom and bent so low that his body was flat on the broom and he kicked the broom forward.He charged at the Slytherin team like a bullet. "Hey hey, ah!"

Firebolts and arrows rose rapidly towards them, they dispersed, and the road ahead of Angelina was cleared.

"She scored! She scored! Gryffindor is leading eighty to twenty!" Harry almost hit the stands just now, gliding to a stop in mid-air, turning his head and rising steeply, returning to the middle of the pitch.Then he saw something that stopped his heart.

Draco dived, triumphant look on his face.A few feet above the lawn, there is a small golden glitter.Harry pushed the broom downwards, but Draco was well ahead of him.

"Quick!" Harry urged on his broom.He was gradually catching up to Draco.Bol hit him with a Bludger, and Harry dodged it by ducking on his broomstick.He was up to Malfoy's ankle, parallel to him.

Harry threw himself forward, taking both hands off the broomstick.He knocked Draco's arm away, and—"Yeah!"

He jumped on Draco's broom again!Hands up!

The stands exploded.

Harry gripped the little golden ball, and it flapped its wings hopelessly between his fingers. "I said," he whispered in Draco's ear, "you'll never be better than me."

Draco angrily threw him off the broomstick from high altitude, but Harry's Firebolt and Arrow, worthy of being the best broom in the world, flew over just right to catch Harry.

"The Silent Wand Flying Curse, I taught you." Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco viciously.

"Harry Potter!" Draco said through gritted teeth, and he took out his wand - he actually carried a wand during the game, maybe he was really afraid of dementors.It was Harry's only thought.

Draco pointed his wand at Harry.

"What, are you going to lay hands on me?" Harry asked.

"Do you think I dare not, Potter? What gave you the illusion that I must tolerate you without limit?" Draco said viciously.

"Then you won't tolerate me without limits?" Harry said defiantly with a grin.His mood at the moment was inexplicably tyrannical, and he really wanted to make Draco angry, and he wanted Draco to be like him.

The atmosphere between the two was tense.

However, Wood drove over with snot and tears all over his face.He pushed Draco away, grabbed Harry's neck, and sobbed uncontrollably on Harry's shoulder.

Fred and George bumped into Harry, and Harry felt two big hunks crushing him.Then came the voices of Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie: "We won the trophy! We won the trophy!" The Gryffindors hugged each other and descended, screaming hoarsely, and returned to the ground. .

Wave after wave of the scarlet crowd supporting them rushed over the balusters to the field, and countless hands rained down on their backs.Harry felt an influx of noise and human bodies surrounding him.He and the rest of the team were then lifted onto the shoulders of the crowd.

He saw the huge Hagrid waving the scarlet wreath: "You beat 'em, Harry, you beat 'em! Wait, I'm going to tell Buckbeak!" Percy was there too, jumping up and down Like a madman, all dignity is forgotten.Professor McGonagall was crying harder than Wood, wiping away tears with a huge Gryffindor banner.Pushing hard in front of him were Ron and Hermione, too excited to speak but smiling.

Sirius Black didn't have any sense of being a parent. Relying on his adult height, he pushed aside the students in front of him and squeezed in front of Harry, who handed him the ball in his hand.The handsome man held the Snitch in his hands and smiled silly like a husky.

Finally, the crowd moved out of the way, and Qiu Zhang walked over with a smile, and Harry hugged his girlfriend amid booing.He looked in the direction of Slytherin, Snape was talking to Draco, Lupine was on Draco's shoulder, Pansy Parkinson was standing next to Draco, holding his broom .

Then Harry made his way to the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting, the huge Quidditch trophy in his hand.

If there had been a dementor just now, Harry took the trophy that Wood handed him sobbing, and held it aloft, feeling that Draco had absolutely nothing to worry about.

They were all on the field, and he could have had the best Patronus in the world to protect that poor little thing that was half weasel and half snake.