HP When Harry is a Genius

"—No, quickly hide behind that tree!"

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

Something whizzed and slid on the fallen leaves nearby: the sound was like a cloak dragging across the ground.After a few seconds, the sound faded away.

"There is one thing that didn't belong here." Harry murmured, "Hagrid said that the way Fang looked just now was that he encountered something strange."

"What is it?" Draco asked.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

They walked more slowly than before, ears pricked up for the slightest sound.Suddenly, in the open space ahead, they clearly saw something moving.

"Who's there?" Harry called, Fang making an attacking gesture.

The thing walked into the clearing in response—a man from the waist up, with red hair and a beard, but below the waist it was a shiny red-brown horse with a long red tail trailing behind it.

Harry and Draco gaped in surprise.

"Good evening, Harry Potter. Don't be nervous, I am a resident of the Forbidden Forest, and my name is Ronan," said the centaur, his voice low and sad. "

"Hello, sir." Harry shook hands with Ronan warily, "We are helping Hagrid find a wounded unicorn, maybe you have seen it?"

Ronan didn't answer right away.He stared upward without blinking, then sighed again. "It's always the innocent who suffer first," he said. "It's been that way for hundreds of years, and it's still going on."

"So did you see anything unusual, Ronan?" Harry asked.

"Mars is bright tonight." Ronan repeated.

Harry and Draco looked at him impatiently.

"Extraordinarily bright," said Ronan.

"True, but I mean, have you ever seen the wounded unicorn?" said Harry, "Or, have you noticed any strange movements?"

Ronan still didn't reply.After a long time, he said: "There are many secrets hidden in the forest."

Suddenly there was movement in the bushes behind Ronan, and Harry pulled Draco back two steps vigilantly, but it turned out that it was only the second centaur, with black hair and a dark body, who looked rougher than Ronan.

"Hi, Bane," Ronan said.Another centaur said, "Good evening, is this Harry Potter?"

"Hello, sir. Have you seen anything queer here lately? There's a unicorn hurt—do you know something?" Harry asked.

Bane came and stood beside Ronan, looking up at the sky. "Mars is bright tonight," was all he said.

"We've heard that before." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "If you don't see it, or don't want to say it, please tell us." Then he pulled Draco out of the clearing until the trees blocked him out of sight.

"Those centaurs are weird," Draco said. "It's annoying to look up at the stars all the time. They're not interested in anything but what's around the moon. I've read about centaurs in books, These centaurs are unfathomable, they know many things, but they always keep their mouths shut."

They continued to walk through the dense, dark woods, and for nearly half an hour they walked deeper and deeper into the forest until the trees became so dense that the path was almost impassable.Harry felt that the blood on the ground was getting denser.The roots of a tree were spattered with blood, as if the poor animal had writhed and writhed in agony nearby.Through the tangled branches of an ancient oak tree, Harry could see a clearing ahead.

"Look—" he whispered, raising his arms to stop Draco.

Something white shone on the ground.Little by little they approached it.

That's right, that's the unicorn, and it's dead.Harry had never seen anything so beautiful, so miserable.Its slender legs straightened unnaturally in the same position as it had fallen; its mane was spread like pearls on the black fallen leaves.

Harry just took a step towards it, when a sudden rustling sound made him stop in his tracks, and stood there dumbfounded.A bush quivered at the edge of the clearing.Then, a hooded figure flashed out of the shadows, crawling slowly on the ground like an approaching beast.Harry, Draco, and Fang all stood there dumbfounded.The cloaked figure approached the unicorn, lowered its head, aimed at the wound on the side of the corpse, and began to drink its blood.

"Ahhhh-!"

Draco let out a horrific scream, and Fang ran away for his life, and Harry quickly wrapped Draco in his arms, covering his eyes.The hooded figure looked up and caught sight of Harry—the unicorn's blood dripping on its chest.It stood up and walked towards Harry quickly—Harry quickly raised his wand, but found that his hands were trembling. He suddenly thought of the man who killed his parents in 11, and Harry couldn't stop body trembling.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes trotting came from behind, and a centaur passed over his head and rushed towards the figure.

Harry let go of Draco's arms and fell to his knees with a plop.It took a minute or two to recover.When he looked up, the hooded figure was gone.Draco squatted on the ground and looked at him worriedly, a centaur stood beside him, not Ronan or Baine, this centaur looked younger.His hair was platinum and he had the body of a horse with a silver mane.

"Are you all right?" the centaur asked, pulling Harry up.

"It's all right, thank you—what was that?" Harry gasped.

The centaur did not answer.His eyes were amazingly blue, like pale sapphires.He looked at Harry carefully, his eyes resting on the sharp and prominent scar on Harry's forehead - after entering Hogwarts, Harry did not deliberately cover his scar, because it was useless to cover it.

"Harry Potter," said the centaur, "you'd better go back to Hagrid. It's not safe in the forest, especially for you. Can you ride horses? It'll go faster that way."

"My name is Firenze," he added, bending his front legs and lowering himself into a position that allowed Harry and Draco to climb onto his back.Harry hesitated for a moment, but still pulled Draco onto Firenze's back.

Suddenly, more hoofbeats came from the other side of the clearing.Ronan the Centaur and Bain the Centaur that we met earlier rushed out of the bushes, their belly heaving violently, dripping with sweat.

"Firenze!" Bane roared, "What are you doing? You let a man ride on your back! Don't you feel ashamed?! Are you an ordinary mule?!"

"Have you seen who this is?" Firenze said. "This is the Potter boy. Get him out of this forest as soon as possible!"

"What did you tell him?" Bane said angrily. "Remember, Firenze, we swore that we would never defy God's will. Didn't the two of us see Is it an omen?"

Ronan scratched the dirt with his hooves anxiously, "I believe Firenze thinks he did it with good intentions." Ronan said in his sad voice.

"Out of good intentions! What does that matter have to do with us? The centaurs care about the astrological prophecy! We don't need to be like donkeys, running around after the lost humans in our forest!" Bane said mockingly.

Firenze suddenly reared up in anger, and Harry had to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling off.

"Didn't you see that unicorn?" Firenze snarled at Bane, "Don't you understand why it was killed?! Or did the planet not reveal this secret to you?! I must resist that One that lurks in our forests, Bane. Yes, I do side with the humans if necessary!"

Firenze finished, and turned away lightly; Harry held Draco tightly against him, and they rushed deep into the woods, leaving Ronan and Bane behind.

Just as they were passing through a particularly dense bush, Firenze stopped suddenly.

"Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood can be used for?"

Harry thought for a while, and replied cautiously, "We only used its horns and tail hairs in Potions."

"This is because killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel thing," Firenze said. "Only a person who has nothing and wants everything would commit such a heinous crime. The blood of unicorns Can continue your life, even if you are dying. But you have to pay a heavy price for it. You have slaughtered a pure, weak and helpless life to save your own life, so from the moment its blood touches your lips From that moment on, what you have will be a half-dead life, a cursed life."

Harry looked at the back of Firenze's head, which was shining with silver spots in the moonlight, and Harry expressed his doubts: "But who would do that? If you have to be cursed for the rest of your life, you might as well die , isn't it?"

"That's right," Firenze agreed, "unless you're just using it to prolong your life so you can drink another thing, one that fully restores your strength and spells, one that makes you immortal Mr. Potter, do you know what is hiding in the school at this moment?"

"The Sorcerer's Stone." Harry replied, he felt that with the centaur's divination and astrology, Firenze already knew that he had guessed that the Sorcerer's Stone was locked in the forbidden area on the fourth floor.

"Can't you think of someone who has waited silently for so many years, eager to make a comeback, and who clings to life and waits for the opportunity?" Fizeren said.

For a moment, it was as if an iron claw had suddenly grabbed Harry's heart.In the rustling of leaves blown by the wind, he recalled the scene 11 years ago, the man disappeared after the green light, and he did not see his body at that time, Harry recalled the memory of the fragment of soul from the scar on his forehead What I saw in the movie, the man still has many Horcruxes, ready to make a comeback at any time.

"Do you mean," said Harry in a low, husky voice, "that it's Voldemort?"

"Harry! Harry, are you all right?"

Ron ran towards them down the path, Hagrid following, panting.

"I'm fine," said Harry, who barely knew what he was talking about. "The unicorn is dead, Hagrid, in the clearing over there."

"I'll just leave you here," Firenze whispered as Hagrid rushed to examine the unicorn's body. "You're out of danger now."

Harry and Draco slid off his back.

"Good luck, Harry Potter," Firenze said. "The Stars of Destiny have been misunderstood before. Even centaurs are bound to make mistakes. I hope it will be the same this time."

Firenze turned around, left the silent Harry, and slowly ran back into the depths of the forest.

After that night, Harry suddenly became very silent, he didn't talk to anyone.

Draco told Ron and Hermione what he had experienced that night, including Harry's speculation. Originally, he wanted to write a letter to tell his parents, but thinking of his father's former Death Eater status, he gave up again.They all looked at Harry who was getting more and more silent with worried eyes.

Finally, on this day, in the Room of Requirement, Hermione couldn't help but said to Harry: "Harry, everyone said that the only person the You-Know-Who has always been afraid of is Dumbledore. With Dumbledore here, the You-Know-Who will not hurt you." You have a hair. Besides, whoever says centaurs must be right? I think that sounds like fortune-telling, Professor McGonagall said, which is a very imprecise type of magic."

Harry just kept silent and didn't speak. After a long time, he said to Hermione in a deep hoarse voice: "I'm not afraid of Voldemort, I'm just disappointed in myself. I thought I wouldn't be afraid, after 11 years , The figure of that man has been engraved in my mind for 11 years. I clearly remember the green light of Avada Kedavra 11 years ago. I thought that after such a long time of hard work, I could at least keep my face and calm down. But, that night, Hermione, I was timid! I was afraid! I clearly remember how I fell to my knees and trembled! So cowardly, so timid."

"Harry!" Draco snapped, holding Harry's hand tightly: "You're brave, you're braver than anyone else, anyone would be terrified when they saw that scene, but you were so brave when you first started." Remember to protect me, you didn't let your timidity go until Firenze came, Harry, you're just an 11-year-old kid."

Hermione gave Harry a hug: "Harry, you work very hard, we all know how hard you work, you have done a good job, we are all proud of you."

Ron thumped Harry lightly: "Brother, take it easy, if even you are disappointed in yourself, wouldn't the wizarding world die in despair because of its deep fear of that person? Be happy, Bros!"

Harry looked at them and smiled slightly,