HP When Harry is a Genius

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold.The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was cold and hard as hardened steel.Every morning there is frost on the ground.

From the upstairs windows Hagrid could often be seen, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

Quidditch season has begun.

After weeks of training, Harry was due to play his first match on Saturday, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

If the Gryffindor team wins, their ranking in the House Cup will rise to No.2.

It is lucky to say that Harry now has a friend like Hermione. When Quidditch training took up a lot of Harry's time recently, Hermione gave full play to the function of her almost mobile library. Sorting and classifying all kinds of books, picking out the most useful ones and handing them over to Harry, saved Harry a lot of work.

From the book Hermione found, Harry learned that there were seven hundred ways to foul Quidditch, and they all appeared in a World Cup match in [-]; The fastest players, the worst Quidditch accidents seem to happen to them; although few people die during Quidditch matches, referees are said to often disappear without a trace, only to reappear in the Sahara months later desert.

Hermione hadn't cared so much about breaking the school rules since Harry and Ron had rescued her from the giant troll, which made her a lot cuter.

Even she didn't care so much about the sarcasm she sneered at Draco overtly and secretly.

"It's just an ignorant young master from a noble family, I can bear it." She kept repeating this sentence as a psychological hint to herself.

The day before Harry participated in the first Quidditch match, Hermione even took Harry and Ron quietly outside to chat in the cold yard during recess.

She had conjured them a handful of bright blue flames to carry around in a jam jar.

They stood there with their backs to the flames for warmth.

At this moment Snape came across the yard.

Harry noticed immediately that he was walking with a limp.

Ron and Hermione moved closer together, trying to block the flames from Snape's sight - something they knew was definitely not allowed.

It's a pity that Snape turned around and left as soon as he saw them, without any intention of checking whether they violated the school rules.

Harry, however, charged forward and caught up with Snape.

"Sev, what's wrong with your leg?" Harry tugged at Snape's robe.

"None of your business, Potter," said Snape coldly, looking darkly at Harry, trying to push him away.

"Your legs are inconvenient, why are you walking around, why don't you go to rest?" Harry said slightly reproachfully, not at all frightened by Snape's dark eyes.

"I don't think I'm crippled, Potter, just a small bruise. Now, go back to the classroom right away! I just saw you carry tinder with you, five points from Gryffindor!" Snape said fiercely. He pulled back his robe.

Harry shrugged, anyway, he and Hermione gave the most points to the house in class, so he didn't care about deducting points.

It was almost time for class, and Harry decided to go to Snape's office after class to take a closer look at him, he was worried about the "little scrape" Snape said.

"Okay, Sev, I'm off to class, you have to take care of yourself, you'll get bruised even if you're an adult," Harry followed Snape's words.

Harry ran back between Ron and Hermione, and Snape stared at his back in a daze.

That night, Harry came to Snape's office and knocked on the door.No one answered.

He knocked again, still nothing.

He pushed the door open a crack and looked in—a horrible sight before him.

There were only Snape and Filch in the room.Snape lifted his robes above his knees.

One of his legs was dripping with blood, bloody and bloody, which was extremely terrifying.Filch was handing him the bandages.

"Damn it," Snape said, "how can you keep your eyes on three heads at the same time?"

Harry pushed the door open, "Professor, what happened to your leg!"

Snape hurriedly lowered his robes over his injured leg.

His face was contorted with anger.

"Who asked you to come in?" he snapped. "Get out! Get out!"

Filch also seemed flustered when he saw Harry, and for some unknown reason, he left here.

Harry sat down where Filch used to be. He picked up the bandages and potions on the table, "Why don't you go to the infirmary if you're injured?"

Then he lifted Snape's robe and put the medicine on him, "I only learned simple bandages when I was studying in the Muggle world, so the bandages may not look good later."

Snape stared at Harry with a complicated expression, and didn't stop him again.

Harry didn't speak any more, he bandaged him without saying a word, then got up and left.

When he walked to the door, Harry suddenly turned around and looked at him, "Sev, my father and mother are both dead. It is said that my godfather betrayed them. My mother said that you will never betray her friendship, then , I can understand that you will never hurt me, right?"

After saying this, Harry left the office without waiting for Snape's answer.

Harry returned to the Gryffindor tower, slightly unhappy in his heart.

Harry had inquired about the events of his parents back then, and knew that Snape usually hated him because he was Potter's son, and cared about him because he was Lily's son.

But it was obvious to Harry that Snape cared more about him than he hated him, otherwise he wouldn't have given him his own potions notes.

It wasn't just the textbook that Snape had scribbled on when he was a student. All the blank spaces in the book were filled with dense thoughts and notes, and there were even black magic spells that Snape himself invented.

Harry had always suspected that there were many notes in that battered Potions textbook that Snape had written for him.

For there are many places where the ink of the annotation handwriting appears new.

And those notes that seem to have new ink are not only very neatly written, but also more detailed and meticulous. Some steps and instructions are so clear that they are similar to a fool's operation guide, as if they were written specifically for novices who know nothing watch.

And this textbook was for the fifth grade. Snape in the fifth grade would definitely not write down such a foolish teaching experience. He was already very proficient in Potions at that time.

So now, Harry really didn't like Snape hiding his injuries from him.

In the relationship between people, if one party pays silently for the other party for a long time, but does not let the other party know, if he is hurt or wronged, he will just swallow it in his stomach and never tell the other party.

If things go on like this, what he gets in return will not be the other party's touch and admiration, but the other party's suspicion and suspicion.

In the end, it can only lead to collapse or betrayal.

This sounds like it is very unfair to the person who gave silently, but in fact, it is even more unfair to the other party who has been paid.

Because the relationship between people has always been mutual peace and equality, but those who only know how to give silently cut off this mutual peace and equality "selfishly". They would rather swallow all the suffering in their hearts than trust each other. Will bring him the same kind feedback.

This also means that this silently giving person has abandoned the other party's possible affection for him from the very beginning.

Harry always had a strange feeling that Snape had been hurt for him.

Harry doesn't like being concealed, doesn't like the feeling of loss, and even more hates the possible betrayal and disintegration caused by concealment and suspicion.

Since she cared so much about him, why did she hide her injury from him?

"Where have you been?" Ron asked when Harry returned to Ron and Hermione. "What's going on?"

Harry lowered his voice and told them about Snape's injury.

"Do you know what that means?" said Ron, breathlessly. "He's trying to get past that big three-headed dog! He's looking for the thing the big dog is guarding!"

Hermione's eyes widened.

"No—he wouldn't," she said. "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't steal something that Dumbledore had kept so strictly."

"Honestly, Hermione, you always think all teachers are saints." Ron said curtly, "I think Snape can do anything, he doesn't look like Dumbledore A gang. But what is he looking for? What is the big dog guarding?"

When Harry went to bed, his mind was buzzing, thinking about what Ron had said, and thinking that Snape was indeed a Death Eater.

But why can Death Eaters teach at Hogwarts?And where is Voldemort now?Will the Death Eaters have new moves?

Neville snored loudly, but Harry couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He tried to clear his mind, but Snape's bloody leg kept showing up in front of him.

At this moment, something knocked on his window, and Harry was surprised to find Draco's owl standing at his window.

Harry put it in, and the platinum owl hopped onto his bed, tilting its head and staring into its big gray-blue eyes, looking exactly like Draco.

Harry smiled, took the envelope from the owl's mouth, and took out a stack of strawberry shortcake to feed the owl.

There is only a note in the envelope, on which it is written in beautiful cursive: After you are defeated by our academy tomorrow, don't cry!Draco.

Harry laughed happily, and he immediately wrote a reply to the owl to take back: Then if I win your college, you must not be angry with me.Harry.

Harry put Draco's note in the bedside drawer and went back to sleep.

This time, he quickly fell asleep.

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