HP When Harry is a Genius

Winning the Quidditch trophy put Harry in a euphoric mood that lasted at least a week.Even the weather seems to be celebrating: as early summer arrives, the days turn sweltering and cloudless, and everyone just wants to walk outside, pop onto the grass with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice, and maybe play casually Play a game of pebbles or watch giant squids make their dreamlike progress across the lake.

But they can't do that.

Exam week is approaching, and instead of lounging outdoors, students are forced to stay inside the castle, forcing their brains to work hard, tempted by the summer breeze blowing in from the windows.

Even Fred and George are working hard, and they are about to sit their OWL (Ordinary Wizarding Level) exams.Percy is preparing to pass N. E． W． T (Terminal Wizard Level Test), which is the highest degree Hogwarts can provide.Percy wanted to work at the Ministry of Magic, so he had to have the highest degree possible.He became increasingly irritable and irritable, and severely punished anyone who disturbed the tranquility of the common room at night.

Harry looked at Percy and the twins enviously. He also wanted to take these two exams, and he was sure to pass.But he had to stay at Hogwarts for another four years!In fact, Harry had seriously thought about the importance of a Hogwarts degree, and sometimes he even felt that he didn't need to stay here for so long, just for a wizarding degree?He didn't count on this wizarding diploma to find a job!

However, if he dropped out of school early, he felt that not to mention Dumbledore, even Snape and Sirius would not let him go.

Exam week began, and there was an uncharacteristic silence in the castle.The third graders came out of Transfiguration class at lunch on Monday, all disheveled and sluggish to walk, comparing their grades and bemoaning the difficulty of the tasks they were given, which included turning a teapot into a turtle.

Hermione fussed that the turtle she made looked like a turtle, and others were content with that, so her whining was irritating.

"The tail of the turtle I turned into is still the spout of the teapot, which is terrible."

"Did people think that turtles breathe water vapor?"

"My tortoise still has a willow-patterned hard shell, do you think it will deduct points for me?"

Then, everyone hurriedly ate lunch and went straight upstairs to take the Charms exam.Hermione was right last time, Professor Flitwick did test them on happiness spells.Ron had gone a little too far in calming the nerves, and Harry, his partner, had a final bout of unlucky hysterical laughter, and Professor Flitwick had to take him to a quiet room for an hour until he could do it himself. Until the happy mantra is chanted.

Afterwards, Ron compensated Harry with a bunch of lollipops, which Harry bought for him before.And Qiu Zhang thoughtfully cooked a cup of chicken soup with lotus leaves and coconut for Harry, saying that it has the effect of relieving summer heat, nourishing water and nourishing the heart. It was the secret recipe her grandmother taught her, which made Harry feel embarrassed.However, it was delicious.

After dinner, the students hurried back to the common room, not to relax, but to review the protection of magical creatures, potions and astronomy.

The next morning, when Hagrid was conducting the Care of Magical Creatures exam, he brought the class a large bucket of fresh Flobberworms and told them that to pass the exam, their Flobberworms had to be still alive after an hour. There is so much alive.But if left unchecked, the Flobber caterpillars would simply reproduce so rapidly that after an hour there would only be more and no fewer.

So it was the easiest exam they had ever had, and Hagrid was promoted as the most popular teacher at Hogwarts at the moment.

They tested potions that afternoon, and it was an absolute disaster.Harry also made great efforts to normalize the proportions of his complex seasoning, and Snape stood watching, gloating.He assigned Harry an individual exam and asked Harry to make potions for the seventh grade.

Before leaving, he wrote a few words in Harry's notebook, which looked like a perfect score.And Ron's notebook, judging from the trajectory of Snape's pen, looks like zero.

For the astronomy test at midnight, everyone went to the highest floor.The History of Magic test was on Wednesday morning, and while Harry was writing down on the test paper everything Florin, the owner of Diagon Alley's ice cream shop, had told him about witch hunts in the Middle Ages, he hoped to have a copy in this stuffy classroom. Florin's Chocolate Nut Sundaes.

Herbal medicine test on Wednesday afternoon, you have to stay in the conservatory under the scorching sun; when you return to the common room, the back of your neck is sunburned, and you are looking forward to the next day, when the test will be held. It's all over.

Thursday morning Defense Against the Dark Arts, their penultimate exam.The test that Professor Lupine had devised was one that none of them had ever taken, and it was the most unusual: it was a kind of obstacle course outdoors, in the sun, in which the students had to wade across a field with Grindy Lo's pond, traversing a series of potholes filled with red hats, creaking across a swamp, ignoring false directions from a Shinkpunk, and crawling into an old box and a new bog Gert fights.

"Fantastic, Harry," Lupine murmured, as Harry crawled out of the crate laughing, "Full marks."

Harry was very happy, but he stayed there, waiting to see Ron and Hermione's results.

Ron was great until he met Hinkpunk, but Hinkpunk's misdirection landed him waist-deep in mud.

Hermione was invulnerable until she reached the box with the boggart.After staying in the box for about a minute, she rushed out screaming again.

"Hermione!" said Lupine, startled. "What's the matter?"

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing to the box containing the Boggart, "She, she said I failed all the exams!"

Harry burst out laughing, almost to tears.

Harry's last exam was Divination, and he and Ron walked up to the eighth floor, where many students sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping to cram something at the last minute .

"She's going to see us separately," Neville told them, as they came and sat next to him.He had a copy of "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future" on his lap, and opened the chapter on the crystal ball, "Has any of you seen anything in the crystal ball?" He asked unhappy.

"Nothing," Harry said nonchalantly, looking at his watch all the time, "except for that cloud of white mist."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm relieved, I haven't seen anything even you, how could I see it."

The line outside the classroom shortened slowly.As soon as someone came down the silver staircase, the rest of the class whispered, "What did she ask? Did you pass?"

But they all refused to answer.

"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you something terrible would happen to me!" shrieked Neville as he descended the stairs towards Harry and Ron, who had now arrived The ladder platform is up.

"That's right," said Ron contemptuously. "You know, I'm starting to think now that Hermione said she was right, that she's an old liar."

"Yeah," said Harry, looking at his own watch. It was two o'clock, "hope she's hurrying up." He'd have to go back through the Time-Turner later to take his Muggle Studies exam.

Parvati walked down the stairs with a smug look on his face.

"She said I had all the makings of a real seer," she told Harry and Ron. "I've seen a lot. Well, good luck!"

She hurried down the spiral staircase to find Lavender.

"Ron Weasley," said the familiar indistinct voice above them.Ron made a face at Harry, climbed the silver staircase and disappeared.Now Harry was the only one waiting for the exam.He sits on the floor.With his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing on the sunny glass window, his mind had already flown to the examination room of the Muggle Studies class.

Finally, about 10 minutes later, Ron's big foot reappeared on the stairs.

"How's it going?" Harry asked him, standing up himself.

"What a mess," said Ron, "couldn't see anything, so I made it up. I don't think she believed it, but—"

"Meet you in the common room," whispered Harry, when Professor Trelawney's voice called, "Harry Potter!"

This tower room is hotter than ever.The curtains were drawn, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and the usual disgusting smell made Harry cough as he

Find your way between the desks to Professor Trelawney.She sat there waiting for him with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"Hello, dear," she said softly, "look at the crystal ball. Now let me time you, and tell me what you see in it?" Harry leaned over the crystal ball, looking as hard as he could. , wishing it would allow him to see something other than the swirling white mist, but nothing.

"Huh?" Professor Trelawney asked punctually and considerately, "What did you see?"

The room was scorching with heat, and Harry's nostrils were stinging from the puffs of scented smoke from the fire.He answered honestly: "I saw a fog."

"Pull through the fog! Peel through the fog to see the future!" Professor Trelawney cried, and she said with a pleasant face: "Harry, you are a genius, you shouldn't be unable to see the fog clearly, look again."

"Well," said Harry, staring hard at the crystal ball, "I can only see white mist."

"Okay," Professor Trelawney was extremely disappointed, and quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap. Harry could clearly see that she scored high! "My child, you have the quality of honesty, which is commendable, better than Ron Weasley."

Harry felt that Ron was really unlucky. He stood up, picked up his schoolbag and turned to leave, when a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him - "This is going to happen."

Harry turned around quickly.

Professor Trelawney froze in her armchair, her eyes wandering and her jaw drooping.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Harry said.

But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, and his eyes began to roll.She looked as if something had happened.

Harry hesitated whether to send her to the school hospital.Then Professor Trelawney spoke again, in the same hoarse voice, very unlike her own.

"The Dark Lord lay alone, friendless and abandoned by his companions. However, his servant, locked away for 12 years, finally escaped. From now on, the Dark Lord will rise again with the help of his servant, more than ever before mighty and terrible. The servant—will begin—to find again—his master—”

Professor Trelawney's head dropped to his chest.She snorted.Then, all of a sudden, her head popped up again.

"Sorry, dear boy," she said dreamily, "it was too hot in the day, you know, and I fell asleep for a while."

Harry still stood there, silent.

"Is there something wrong, dear?" asked Professor Trelawney.

"You just made a prophecy that the Dark Lord would rise again, and that his servant would return to him. Did the servant mean Pettigrew Peter?" said Harry.

Professor Trelawney seemed utterly alarmed. "The Dark Lord? The one who can't even be named? My dear boy, this is no joke. Resurrected, really?"

"You said it yourself," said Harry.

"I think you must have fallen asleep for a while too, my dear!" said Professor Trelawney. "I certainly wouldn't have predicted something so far off!"

Harry thought, as he climbed down the stairs, had he just heard a real prophecy from Professor Trelawney?Or was she doing it to give the exam an impressive finish?

He turned around, and instead of using the Time-Turner to rewind his Muggle Studies exams, he returned to the Gryffindor common room.

There was hardly anyone there anymore.In the corner, however, sat Ron and Hermione.

Harry silently walked to the corner where his companions were staying, and took out the two-way mirror under their puzzled eyes.

"Godfather!" Harry called.

Sirius appeared in a second, with Kreacher standing behind him. "What's the matter, Harry? I'm glad you taught me Godfather again."

"Professor Trelawney made a prophecy," said Harry.

"Oh, she also said that there is something ominous in your crystal ball? A black dog or a bat?" Sirius said indifferently.

"Professor Trelawney, in a coma, made a prophecy that she didn't even know when she woke up," said Harry. "The Dark Lord lay alone, friendless and abandoned by his companions. However, his The servant escaped after 12 years of imprisonment. With the help of the servant, the Dark Lord will rise again, stronger and more terrible than ever before. The servant will start to find his master again." He said nothing. Poor retelling.

"I'm going to Hogwarts now, to Dumbledore," said Sirius.