HP When Harry is a Genius

Happy time always flies by quickly, the Christmas holiday is coming to an end, and the new semester is about to start.Most of the students who went home for Christmas also returned to Hogwarts the day before school started.

Hermione, who came back from the Muggle world, was very satisfied with the "Knowledge of the Wizarding World" that Harry gave her, and she gave Harry a biscuit made by her mother to express her gratitude.

Outside the main hall of Hogwarts, the platinum young master saw Harry from a distance, snorted in disgust, and seemed to be very reluctant to move over slowly with his noble steps. Harry looked at Harry with a smile on his face. Looking at the snake-shaped emerald brooch he pinned on his shirt: "This brooch really suits you, Draco, it's not in vain that I chose it for so long."

"Hmph", Draco turned his head and snorted heavily, the little Slytherin prince was full of disgust: "Look at you, Harry, didn't the mirror teach you how to dress yourself?"

Harry twitched his mouth, thinking of the mirror that caused Gryffindors to panic in the common room just now-Ron said that it is better to be alone than to be happy, so he moved the mirror to the center of the common room early in the morning Waiting for everyone's return.

From Seamus to Dean to Wood, and even all the Gryffindor girls, none of them were spared, but it wasn't Neville who was scolded the worst.Hermione's thick, frizzy, curly brown hair received its most violent attack, and Hermione almost cried.

"What? You don't cover up the mirrors these days, do you?" Draco said dissatisfied.

Harry stretched out his hand to straighten Draco's sweater, and changed the subject with a smile, "Hey, the brooch really suits you."

Draco rolled his eyes "Don't change the subject!"

Harry raised his hand and said pitifully, "Draco, please spare me, you know, in Gryffindor, that mirror is too lethal. I promise it will be seen again in the future."

Draco reluctantly snorted and stopped embarrassing Harry, he muttered joyfully in his heart: I want you to give me a memory ball!I want you to give me a memory ball!

Shortly after the start of the new term, Quidditch practice began again.

Wood's demands on his players are stricter than ever.Even in the continuous rainy days after the heavy snow, his energy did not cool down in the slightest.The twins, George and Fred, complained that Wood was becoming a training freak.Harry understood Wood, and if they won their next match against Hufflepuff, they could beat Slytherin in the House Cup for the first time in seven years.

Later, during a particularly wet and muddy practice, Wood gave the players bad news.He had just thrown a tantrum at the Weasley twins because they kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off broomsticks.

"Could you guys just stop messing around!" Wood yelled. "It's sure to cost us the game! This time Snape is the referee, and he's going to do everything he can to find an excuse to dunk the Gryffindor team." Divide!"

George Weasley literally fell off his broomstick after hearing this.

"Snape referee!" he asked, spitting dirt out of his mouth. "Since when has he been refereeing a Quidditch match? Even if we had a chance of beating Slytherins, he certainly wouldn't judge fairly." of."

The other team members also landed next to George, complaining repeatedly.

"It's not my fault," Wood said. "We can only ensure that we abide by the rules in the game, and Snape has no excuse to find trouble with us."

Harry suddenly thought that Snape would not be the referee for no reason, after all, he had always shown his contempt for adventure sports like Quidditch, and his only hobby seemed to be potions.Then Snape must have been protecting him, and it looked like the last time he nearly fell off his broom had frightened poor Sev.

Are all Slytherins so tactful and considerate in their way of caring?Harry thought silently.

After training, while the other team members were still dawdling and chatting, Harry went straight to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess.Hermione only lost at chess, which Ron thought was good for her.

"Don't talk to me yet," Hermione said when Harry sat down beside Ron, "I need to think about—" But when she saw Harry's face, she said, "What's the matter with you? eccentric."

Harry lowered his voice, not wanting others to overhear their conversation, and told Ron and Hermione about Snape's sudden desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Great!" Hermione immediately cheered.

"That poisonous snake as referee will at least keep you safe," said Ron.

"He has always been partial, will he also favor Slytherin this time?" Hermione hesitated suddenly.

"This is a regular game, shouldn't he?" Ron was also worried.

"In short, the two of us will keep an eye on Quirrell, and we must never let him play tricks on you again!" Hermione said.

"If evidence is caught, let Malfoy inform the reporter, his family is very good at this, and we will never let Quirrell have another chance to stay at Hogwarts!" Ron said.

On the afternoon of the Quidditch match, Quirrell sat on the professor's chair.Ron and Hermione found a spot in the stands with a good view, next to Neville.Neville didn't understand why they both looked so heavy and serious, or why they both brought their wands into the audience.

Harry didn't know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-lock Curse in private, and they were inspired by Draco's bullying, and they planned to read German to Quirrell if he showed signs of hurting Harry. The leg-lock spell that Laco often chanted to weak elementary school students.

"Remember, don't forget, it's 'Frozen Legs'," whispered Hermione as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.

"I know," said Ron impatiently, "stop nagging."

"Actually, it would be better to let Malfoy read it." Hermione said suddenly.

But Ron said: "Maybe Malfoy also has the same idea as us. He is still somewhat sincere to Harry."

In the dressing room, Wood pulled Harry aside: "Not trying to put pressure on you, Potter, but today more than ever we need to catch the Snitch as fast as possible. We need to do it quickly before Snape has time." Favoring Hufflepuff too much."

Everyone felt that Snape had come to referee the Quidditch match specifically to target Gryffindor.That's exactly what Snape did later on.

"The whole school is out!" said Fred Weasley, peering out the door. "Even - my God - Dumbledore came to the game!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, "Dumbledore," he said, rushing to the door to make sure.Fred was right.That silver beard was unmistakable, it was Dumbledore.Harry let go of his slightly suspended heart. If Dumbledore was watching the game, Quirrell would not dare to act rashly.

Ron noticed that Snape looked annoyed as the players lined up to the field. "I've never seen Snape look so sullen," he said to Hermione. "Look—they're off. Ouch!"

Someone poked Ron in the back of the head.It's Draco.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."

Draco grinned at Crabbe and Goyle, all three of whom had wands up their sleeves.

"Wonder how long Potter can stay on his broomstick this time, anyone willing to bet? How about you, Weasley?" Draco said defiantly.

Ron shook his fist at him "Remember what you have to do!"

Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a free throw for George throwing a Bludger at him.Hermione crossed her fingers on her knees and stared intently at Harry through narrowed eyes.

I saw Harry circling the arena like an eagle, looking for the Golden Snitch.

A few minutes later, when Snape awarded the Hufflepuffs another free throw for no reason, Ron shouted angrily: "I knew it! I knew he would favor Hufflepuffs, he wouldn't Let go of any chance against Gryffindor!"

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team picks their players?" Draco exclaimed. "They pick people who have no brains. Like Harry, and the Weasley twins - you should be in the team too." Why, Ron Weasley, and you, Neville Longbottom, because neither of you have brains."

Neville's face was flushed, and he turned from his chair to face Malfoy.

"Malfoy, don't bully Neville!" Hermione said loudly, she wanted to stare at both Harry and Quirrell, and she was so nervous that her nerves were about to snap: "Don't affect my concentration!".

After Draco glared at Neville, he immediately looked at the court and fell silent. Crabbe and Goyle kept chewing their snacks without saying a word.

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the field, but said in his mouth, "Show him some strength, Neville."

"Ron! Malfoy!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry—!"

"What's wrong! Where is it?" Draco said anxiously.

Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, which caused the audience to exclaim and cheer.

Hermione stood up in fright, seeing Harry shot vertically to the ground like a bullet, and then bounced back quickly, "This is too dangerous!" she said.

Ron patted her on the shoulder: "This is a man's passion!".

"Come on, Harry!" shrieked Ron, jumping on his seat, watching Harry make a beeline for Snape.Draco tightly covered his mouth with his hands to suppress the urge to cheer.Neville pinched his little fleshy hand tightly, trembling with excitement.

In the air, just as Snape subconsciously activated his broomstick to avoid, he saw a golden object flying past his ear, only a few inches away from him - and then, Harry stopped the dive.

Harry raised his arm triumphantly, and he held the Snitch tightly.

The author has something to say: *Thanks to the two little angels "Chen" and "Wuyou" for giving me the nutrient solution, bow, bow, bow ~ grateful ~

Especially "Chen", the nickname only has a short surname, but somehow it feels so emotional, the feeling of a big brother...

*I learned something today: the list of new authors

Then, although I am also a new post for the first time, I have registered for more than a month, so I am not a new author... and I will not appear on the new author list on the homepage...

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