HP When Harry is a Genius

After Norbert sent him away, Draco's relationship with Ron and Hermione improved a lot, and his speech was not always so sarcastic.

With exams coming up, Draco even offered to help Hermione sort out her notes.

This annoys Ron, he can take one Hermione, and now there's another Malfoy!

What's more, this Malfoy always attacks him personally: "Oh, Granger, stop scolding Weasley. It's really not his fault for being so stupid, it's just a family tradition of the Weasleys. I I really sympathize with them!"

Ron wanted to drag Draco into another fight, but let alone Harry, even Hermione had been protecting Malfoy lately, and it was rare for her to find an ally in her studies.

Not to mention how aggrieved Ron was, he had to endure the double pressure from Hermione and Draco, while painfully carrying the complicated potion formulas that he couldn't remember, as well as those major magic inventions and goblins. The date of the rebellion.

In the end, he actually started to make fire with two stupid Slytherin pigs-Crabbe and Goyle.

Ron wanted to turn them both on, just like Malfoy turned on Hermione.It's a pity that he worked hard for several days, but Goyle and Crabbe still didn't know anything about the world. Apart from eating snacks non-stop, they only knew to follow Malfoy's orders.

This made Draco extremely proud, and he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being against Ron.Just like his father Lucius Malfoy kept tossing Ron's father, Mr. Weasley.

This is probably the real family inheritance.Harry grumbled silently.

Just a week before the exam, Harry came out of the library alone and heard someone sobbing in the front classroom.He took a few steps closer and recognized Quirrell's voice.

"No—no—can't do it anymore, please—"

It sounded like someone was threatening him.Harry took a few steps closer.

"Okay—okay—" he heard Quirrell sob and resign.

Then Quirrell hurried out of the classroom, adjusting his hood.Pale, as if on the verge of tears, he strode out of Harry's sight.Harry felt that Quirrell hadn't noticed him at all.He waited until Quirrell's footsteps disappeared before looking into the classroom.It was empty, but the door on the other side was ajar.

Harry raised his eyebrows, someone is forcing Quirrell?He has accomplices?But it's none of his business, is it?Harry shrugged and went straight to the Room of Requirement. He needed to fill Ron with a lot of refreshment to make sure he didn't fall asleep during his revision.

When Harry returned to the library, Draco and his two bodyguards had already gone back, and Hermione and Ron were lying on the table discussing the Philosopher's Stone.

"It's sad that Quirrell started thinking about immortality at such a young age," said Hermione, "but look at him, he looks so weak, and no one respects him at all. What's the use of living long?"

"I think he must be trying to steal the money," said Ron. "If I could get that Philosopher's Stone, I'd buy Manchester United's best Quidditch club!" There was a twinkle in Ron's eyes, but Hermione beat Harry to the answer: "Go to Dumbledore. We should have done that long ago. We'd be expelled from school if we went it alone again."

"First of all, we have no proof!" Harry said, "Secondly, we shouldn't know about the Philosopher's Stone and Fluffy, and it would be too much trouble to explain. Finally, you all forget that Dumbledore is the most powerful white wizard of this century." Is it? The headmaster of Hogwarts isn't some bad old man who only knows how to eat sweets."

Hermione was persuaded by him, but Ron was not.

"If we scout around—"

"No," said Harry dryly, "we've scouted enough."

He pulled a Jupiter astronomy map in front of him and began to check Ron's grasp of the names of Jupiter's satellites. Harry found sadly that in the Muggle world he was Dudley's exclusive tutor, and in the wizard world he became Ron's.

Ron held his head and wailed, and he complained in half-truth and half-fake pain: "How unlucky I am to be friends with you guys!"

Hermione snorted heavily through her nose: "I haven't disliked you for always lowering our IQ level!"

The next morning, Harry received a note from Hagrid: "There aren't any students in solitary confinement recently. There's too much to pack! Can you come over and help me? I told Filch."

Harry handed the note to Hermione and Ron.

"Okay, okay, when it's time for the exam, he actually let us enjoy the confinement and labor that students who have made mistakes will get!" Hermione squeezed the ketchup into the dinner plate vigorously. The fork fell on the table, "Don't expect me to sacrifice precious review time to enjoy confinement! I suggest you don't either!"

But Ron's eyes were shining with excitement. After so long of tedious review, he was so eager for something to relieve him from the urgency of the impending exam, even if it was helping Hagrid clean up the owl house!

Harry took an indifferent attitude towards this matter, and he didn't mind helping Hagrid who rarely asked him for help.

At eleven o'clock that night they said goodbye to Hermione in the common room and went into the hall.Filch was already waiting there - and there was Draco, who owed Hagrid a favor.

"Come with me," said Filch, lighting a lamp and leading them out as they strode across the dark grounds.The moonlight was very bright, but clouds kept drifting over to cover the moon, making them plunge into darkness.Harry could see the lighted windows of Hagrid's cabin.Then they heard a cry in the distance:

"Is that you, Filch, hurry up, I'm leaving."

Ron's heart jumped, and he must have shown the relief on his face when Filch said, "You thought you'd have a good time with that idiot, didn't you? Think again, boy." ——You are going to the Forbidden Forest! If you can come out safe and sound, then I guess I was wrong."

After hearing this, Ron and Draco stopped abruptly.

"Forbidden Forest?!" Draco added, his voice far less calm than usual. "We can't go in in the middle of the night - there's everything in there - I hear there are werewolves."

"That's only your own fault, isn't it?" said Filch, his voice beaming. "You should have thought of these werewolves before you said yes, shouldn't you?"

Hagrid strode toward them from the darkness, Fang following.Hagrid carried his huge crossbow, and a full quiver slung over his shoulders.

"It's about time," he said. "How's it going? Harry, Ron, and Malfoy."

"I'll come and fetch them at daylight," said Filch. "Pick up their wreckage!" he said savagely, and turned back toward the castle, the lamp waddling away into the darkness.

Then Draco turned to Hagrid. "I'm not going into that Forbidden Forest!" he said.Harry heard a hint of panic in his voice, and he took Draco's hand silently.

"Hagrid, you didn't say it was the Forbidden Forest, and you didn't say it was all night!" Ron also began to regret it, and then he extended his hand to Harry.

Harry: ...

Harry silently took Ron's hand again.

"Oh," said Hagrid despondently, "but those unicorns are really poor."

"Unicorn?" Draco and Ron wondered.

"Look over there," said Hagrid, "see that shiny thing on the ground? That silvery white thing is unicorn blood. A unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was wounded by something. Heavy. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. I'm trying to get that poor unicorn out of its misery."

"What if the thing that hurt the unicorn finds us first?" Draco asked, trying not to sound quivering in his voice.

"As long as you're with me or Fang, nothing in the Forbidden Forest will harm you. We'll split up and I'll lead the way, and Harry and Fang will lead the way. There's no danger," said Hagrid.

Ron and Draco didn't move, they looked at Hagrid angrily, but then lowered their eyes, "Okay".

Hagrid led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, held the lamp up high, and pointed to a narrow path that gradually disappeared into the depths of the dark forest.They looked into the Forbidden Forest, a breeze blowing in their hair.

"Don't leave the path. Well, now we're going to split up and follow the blood. There's blood everywhere, and it's evident it's been stumbling around since at least last night. If anyone finds the unicorn , just shoot green sparks, get it? Get your wands out and practice a bit - by the way - and if anyone's in trouble, shoot red sparks and we'll all come to you - well, be careful everyone - — let's go," said Hagrid.

It was dark and silent in the Forbidden Forest.They walked for a while and came to a fork in the road.

"Okay, now, which of you will go left with me?" Hagrid asked Ron and Draco, and then his eyes were fixed on Ron alone.

Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Can't I go with Fang and Harry?"

Draco said hurriedly: "I will never be alone with this half-giant!"

Not only did he hate Hagrid, but Hagrid hated him too.The half-giant directly bent down and picked up Ron, threw the red-haired boy on his shoulders and walked towards the intersection on the left without looking back. Regardless of Ron's aggrieved shouting on his shoulder all the way: "I want Fangya! Want a big dog!"

Harry looked at the backs of Ron and Hagrid and shook his head amusedly, then he and Draco walked to the right side of the fork with Fang Fang.

They walked in silence, eyes carefully fixed on the ground.Now and then a ray of moonlight fell from among the branches above, illuminating a silver-blue stain of blood on the fallen leaves.

Harry could see that Draco was looking anxious.

"A unicorn is very magical, and whatever hurts it must be very powerful," Draco said.

They walked past a mossy stump.Harry could hear the gurgling of water; there was clearly a stream somewhere nearby.On the winding path, there are still spots of unicorn blood.

"Don't worry, since it's so badly wounded it won't be able to go very far, and we'll be—no! Get behind that tree!"

Harry pulled Draco past him and hid behind a tall oak tree, scratching the ground with his teeth restless.

The author has something to say: The original passage that Quirrell was heard by Harry in the classroom is:

"No—no—not again, please—"

It sounded as though someone was threatening him. Harry moved closer.

"Allright,—allright—" he heard Quirrelsob.

I didn’t think so before, but now I feel that it’s weird to translate it~

Especially Rowling wrote above that Harry first heard Quirrell "whimpering"-complaining sobs, and later wrote that Harry saw Quirrell rushing out while arranging his hood, his face pale and looking like I'm going to cry.

This kind of description is really...it's hard not to make people have strange associations...

The key is that it is also written in the original book that Harry guessed that the person staying in the classroom with Quirrell is my beloved Professor Snape!

irritating!

Wangtian, actually I don’t have any messy associations, I’m very pure~

And, oh, poor Ron~