HP When Harry is a Genius

In the Gryffindor lounge, Harry looked at the grandfather clock by the door. The curfew time had passed for a long time, but Ron and Hermione hadn't returned yet.

The students went to bed one by one, and the common room was gradually empty.

Harry sighed in resignation, he ran back upstairs, went back to their dark bedroom and grabbed the invisibility cloak, he tilted his head for a while and thought about it, and conveniently put the flute that Hagrid gave him at Christmas Putting it in his pocket, ready to use it against Fluffy - Harry didn't think he would be in the mood to sing to the big dog.

He walked briskly back to the common room, hesitating whether to put on the cloak now.

A voice sounded from a corner of the "Harry" room.Neville emerged from behind an armchair clutching his toad, Ryf the Toad.It seems that just now Laife fought for freedom again.

"Neville, are you still awake?" Harry said calmly.

"I found out that Ron and Hermione haven't come back yet." Neville said, glancing at the grandfather clock by the door.

Harry said with a normal expression: "They must be delayed by something, and I'm going to find them."

"But the curfew time has passed," Neville murmured, "You shouldn't go out, and if Filch catches you, points will be deducted."

"You don't understand," said Harry, "it's getting late and I'm worried about Hermione and Ron."

Saying that, Harry walked straight to the portrait hole of the Fat Lady.

"Harry!" Neville yelled suddenly as Harry reached the door.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Harry turned to look at him.

Neville was still hugging his toad, Toad Raffle, and said, "I don't know what you're planning these days, but no matter what, as long as you're around, it will be successful." Please bring Ron and Hermione back as soon as possible, and don't let Filch deduct Gryffindor points." As he said, Neville blushed: "Although Gryffindor's points have always been Because I was detained."

Harry looked at Neville with some surprise. Since entering school, Neville has always been mediocre and cowardly. This made Harry gradually ignore this pure-blood wizard boy with a round face and light freckles who was born with him at the end of July. .

Harry hadn't expected Neville to be so perceptive.

"I will." Harry smiled at Neville, after thinking for a while, he added: "Although you are always deducted points, you are very talented in herbal medicine. I think you work hard, Will give Gryffindor points here."

With that said, Harry crawled out of the hole in the lounge.

Sure enough, as he expected, Harry made it all the way to the fourth floor very smoothly, without Filch, without his cat Mrs. Norris, not even Peeves or Bloody Barrow.

Harry came to the door, and the door was already opened a crack, he stretched out his hand and pushed it, at this moment, a person turned out from the dark corridor, it was Draco.

"Why are you here!" Harry scolded him in a low voice, and he pulled Draco into his invisibility cloak, "You don't have an invisibility cloak, but you are always running around, what if Filch catches you! "

Draco made a grimace with a smile: "I was not noticed", and he pointed to the door with his finger, motioning Harry to go in quickly.

Harry pushed the door open, and immediately there was a muffled growl in their ears as the door creaked open.Although the big dog Lu Wei couldn't see them, all three of its noses were twitching and sniffing crazily towards them, and there was a harp and a harmonica at its feet.

"It should be Quirrell and Weasley who stayed behind," Draco said. "It seems that as soon as the music stops, this big dog will wake up immediately."

Harry said helplessly, "Okay then, good dog, just listen."

He put the flute Hagrid had given him to his lips and began to play it casually.

Singledog, singledog, singlealltheday.

SeeAV, hit the plane,

they are doing all the day.

Hey!

Singledog, Singledog, why not beagay

Nomorewait, nomoreafraid,

make him beagay!

Although Hagrid's flute was crude, Harry played it perfectly, keeping every note on time.The style of music is cheerful, smooth and lively, even Lu Wei couldn't help but began to dance funnyly to the beat, and the three-headed dog kept circling its tail excitedly, so happy.

Draco gave Harry a thumbs up, and whispered, "Good job, Harry, what song is this? Teach me when it's over."

Harry nodded proudly. This nursery rhyme called Jingle Bells is the most famous Christmas song in the Muggle world, composed by American musician Pierpont.Every Christmas, in Muggle cities all over the world, whether it is Paris, New York or Beijing, Moscow, all the streets and alleys will echo this cheerful and lively song.No one can resist its charm, including dogs.

Harry continued to play this happy tune lively and melodiously:

Why are you so alone,

on this peaceful day

Everyone for one night,

you can only hit the plane.

It's snowing outside,

but no one gives you ahug.

Let's raise our torches raise our gas,

let's fire all the couples.

FFF, FFF,

FF all the way!

The big dog's eyes began to droop, and the dance steps gradually became messy.

fire in the hole,

fireinasshole,

kill all loves in the word.

You don't think to much,

wake up in this dream.

Slowly, the joyful and excited barking of the big dog gradually became smaller.

You are still standing a dog,

noonebesideyou.

They make love once again,

youcryandeatpaomian.

Singledog, singledog,

single all the day!

Nomorewait, nomoreafraid,

let's make him beagay.

Lu Wei wobbled a few times, and finally knelt down on his knees, and then fell to the floor, falling into a deep sleep.

"Keep blowing, don't stop," Draco reminded Harry, and at the same time, they took off the Invisibility Cloak and tiptoed towards the trapdoor.They could even feel the hot, smelly breath of the big dog as they got closer to the three huge heads.

"I think we can pull the trap door open," Draco said.They stepped carefully over the dog's lap.Draco bent down and pulled the tab of the trapdoor on the floor, and the hole opened suddenly, and it was dark and bottomless.

"Luminescence!" Draco waved his wand, "There is a cushion made of vines floating below, Harry, you can jump down!".

Harry frowned. While he was still playing the flute, he pointed at himself and the three-headed dog, looking annoyed.

"It's okay." Draco said comfortingly, "You followed me immediately after I jumped down. I'm just a little bit ahead of you. I won't be in any danger." After saying that, he jumped off go down.

Harry followed, the cold, damp air whistling past his ears.He fell, fell, fell, and—thumped.With a strange, dull crash, he landed on the soft vine

Harry landed to find Draco entangled in long vines that had snake-like tendrils, and then his own legs entangled.

"Devil's net, Professor Sprout said in herbal medicine class, it likes darkness and dampness." Draco forced himself to say calmly, he didn't want Harry to see his timidity, and then he waved his hand tremblingly Wand, let the wand head shoot a blue bellflower-like flame at these vines.

In just a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines receding from the light and warmth, and loosened their hold on them.The plants twisted and twitched, letting go of their tendrils, and Harry and Draco broke free without a hitch.

"Good job," Harry said encouragingly.

"This way." Draco said, pointing to a stone corridor.This is the only way to go.

Then they heard, besides their own footsteps, the sound of water dripping slowly along the wall.The corridor went downhill, and there seemed to be a slight rustling and clanging sound coming from the front.

"Could it be a ghost?" Draco asked nervously.

"I don't know, it sounds like the flapping of wings," said Harry.

"There's a light ahead - I see something moving!" Draco said, pointing ahead.

When they came to the end of the corridor, they found a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling.Countless little birds, as dazzling as jewels, flapped their wings and flew around the room.There was a heavy wooden door on the opposite side of the room.

"You said, if we walk through the room, they will attack us?" Draco asked quietly.

"It's possible," said Harry, "but they don't look very vicious, so take a closer look."

Draco watched the little birds flying overhead, shining - shining.

"They're not birds at all!" Draco said happily. "They're keys! Winged keys—that means..." He looked around the room. "There you are! Broomsticks ! We must ride up and grab the key to that door!"

Harry nodded encouragingly, and continued to remind him: "So, with so many birds, which one is the key?"

Draco took a deep breath and rushed to the other side of the room quickly, Harry followed him closely, but it turned out to be safe, those key handles that looked like birds were not torn by sharp beaks and claws them.Draco pulled the handle of the door and looked carefully at the lock on the door: "We're looking for a large antique key - probably silver and shaped like a doorknob."

He grabbed a broom, kicked his feet, rose into the air, and rushed into the dense array of keys. Harry also grabbed a broom at the same time, but instead of looking for the key, he hurriedly Staying next to Draco for protection.But the enchanted keys dodged so quickly that it was almost impossible to catch them.

However, Draco, as an aristocratic child who owned a children's version of a broomstick since he was very young, and usually occupied Harry's Nimbus 2000, he quickly showed his extraordinary talent in searching for flying targets.After a few minutes of walking among the swirls of colorful wings, he noticed a large silver key with drooping wings, as if it had been grabbed and roughly shoved into the keyhole.

"That's it!" Draco exclaimed happily. "The big key—over there, the one with the sky-blue wings—all the feathers fell to one side."

He rushed towards it quickly, but it escaped, and repeated this three times, Draco intercepted up and down, but it escaped deftly.

He looked at Harry sullenly.

Harry just rode a broom and watched from the edge of the air, without any intention of helping, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Draco had no choice but to hold his breath and rushed towards the sky blue key again, this time, he succeeded.

With a harsh creaking sound, Draco pressed the key against the stone wall with one hand.

They landed quickly, and Draco made his way to the door, the key still struggling in his hand.He pushed it into the keyhole and gave it a good twist—yes, that was it.With a click, as soon as the door lock flicked open, the key flew away again, and the appearance with drooping silver wings looked even more haggard.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked Draco, holding the doorknob with his hand, and Draco nodded.

So Harry pushed the heavy wooden door open.