HP When Harry is a Genius

Despite the pleadings of the twins and Ron, their mother insisted that they go to the garden and clear out the goblins, which she said was punishment for encouraging their father to take the speeding car.

Since the request was invalid, the Weasley brothers had no choice but to yawn and complain, and lazily took Harry to the garden.They were still muttering in dissatisfaction along the way.

"It was Dad who wanted to drive that car the most," George said.

“Dad had to get a rag to clean that car every day after get off work, and we just gave him a chance to drive,” Fred said.

"But Dad doesn't need to clear the goblins." Ron kicked the stones under his feet dissatisfied.

"Not fair!", "Not fair!", "Not fair!" The three red-haired boys said in unison.

Harry raised his hand in surrender and said, "It's all to pick me up, it's my fault, please stop talking, I've been listening all morning!"

The Weasley brothers smiled and thumped him on the shoulder: "This has nothing to do with you, it's all - Dad's fault!"

So saying, they came to the garden.

The garden is huge, overgrown with weeds, and well, the grass needs mowing.But there were many tangled trees around the base of the wall, and all kinds of plants that Harry had never seen sprang up from every flowerbed, and there was a large green pond in which many frogs were croaking happily.

"The environment is so beautiful!" Harry exclaimed happily, he took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of green grass in the summer morning.

There was a violent struggle, and the peony branches trembled. Ron straightened up, "This is the goblin." He said with a straight face, "When you work hard, you won't think the environment is beautiful!"

"Let me go! Let me go!" screamed the goblin.Small body, rough and tough skin, big round bald head like a funny potato.

Ron held it with outstretched arms as it kicked and kicked at him with its tiny callused feet.Ron grabbed its ankles hard and lifted it upside down.

"You've got to do this," said Ron, holding the goblin high above his head, and began flailing his arms in wide circles like a lasso.He let go, and the goblin flew twenty feet and landed in the field behind the hedge.

"Bad," said Fred, "I promise I can throw that stump."

"I can throw it farther than that stump," George said.

Soon the garden was full of goblins, and the three brothers threw the goblins away from each other like a game, and Harry joined them.

"You see, they're not very clever," said George, and he caught half a dozen goblins. "Whenever they hear they're getting rid of goblins, they come to see them, and they haven't gotten any wiser yet."

Soon the goblins in the field walked away in a thin line, little shoulders hunched.

The back looks weak, pitiful and helpless.

"They'll come back," said Ron, as they watched the goblins disappear behind the hedge across the field. "They like it here because Daddy's so easy on them and he thinks they're funny."

Harry stared at the little goblins queuing up to leave, and said happily, "I think they're very interesting, too!"

Ron wailed: "You? Come on, you have a good impression of all creatures that obey the order, especially those like Percy and Hermione. I even suspect that you prefer Hermione, who used to always obey the school rules! But Let me tell you, the goblins who are queuing up now usually don't know how to write the word order!"

"And," added Ron, "my dad likes them because they're so bubbly and mischievous, and he says they look alive, which you don't like."

"No," Harry blinked. "You and Draco are both lively and mischievous, and I like it too. According to you, I should only like Percy and Hermione."

Ron rolled his eyes: "Don't compare me with that ferret, we are different."

He whispered to Harry, "Come on, let George and Fred go and play with the bloody goblins, and I'll show you my bedroom, where you have to sleep with me for a few days!"

They slipped out of the garden, and the twins saw their little movements, but said nothing tolerantly.

Harry followed Ron stooping through the kitchen, down narrow passages, and up to a set of uneven stairs.The stairs twisted and twisted, and there was a door half open at the top of the stairs on the third floor.

Harry caught a glimpse of a pair of bright brown eyes staring at him through the door before it clicked shut.

"It's Ginny," said Ron, amused. "You don't know, it's amazing how shy she is. She never usually closes the door."

"It's normal for a little girl to be shy." Harry, who had just passed his 12th birthday, said maturely, and Ron didn't feel anything wrong.

They all feel that they have already put on handsome school robes and combed their hair to look like adults, and they are already mature men.And Ginny was just a kid.

Although they are only one year older than little Ginny.

They climbed two more floors to a door with peeling paint and a small sign on it that said "Ron's Room."

Harry stepped inside, the sloping ceiling almost touching his head.

He felt a little dazzled, as if he had stepped into a big furnace.

Everything in Ron's room looked a bright orange: the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling.

Then Harry discovered that it was Ron who had plastered nearly every inch of the worn wallpaper with posters.

All of the posters show the same seven witches and wizards, all dressed in bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks and waving cheerfully.

"Your Quidditch team," said Harry.

"The Chudley Cannons," Ron pointed to the orange-yellow bed cover, which was brightly printed with two huge letter Cs and a flying cannonball, "ranked ninth in the club."

Ron's magic textbooks were piled in a mess in the corner, next to some comic books, which seemed to be The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs.

Ron's wand rested on a large fishbowl on the windowsill, filled with frog eggs.

His gray-haired fat mouse, Ban Ban, was snoring lazily in the sunshine beside the fish tank.

Harry stepped over an automatically shuffled deck of cards on the floor and looked out the small window.

In the field below, he saw a group of goblins sneaking into the Weasleys' hedge one by one.

The twins looked helpless at this.

Then he turned to find Ron looking at him a little nervously, as if waiting for his comment.

"It's a bit small," said Ron hastily, "not as good as your Muggle room. The attic is above me, and that ghoul lives in it, and he's always knocking on the pipes and grunting and chirping. of."

But Harry smiled happily and said, "This is the best room I've ever seen!"

He said to Ron: "You know, when I lived on Privet Drive, I used to sleep in closets. Every time my aunt and the others went up and down the stairs, my room felt like an earthquake. The ground shook and the mountains shook. It's always getting all kinds of dust."

Harry made a puking face, and continued: "I sometimes even wonder if a spider crawled into my mouth when I slept. I didn't have a small room until they moved into Lemon Street. Very small bedroom."

Ron's ears were red, and he looked very happy.

Harry saw that his suitcase was already on Ron's bed, presumably Mrs Weasley had brought it for him.

Harry grabbed his luggage and poured out many large and small packets of snacks from the space-enchanted box.

Potato chips, biscuits, candy, chocolate, nuts, cakes, cheese, candied fruit, jelly, canned food, etc., all the snacks you can think of are available in a variety of colors.

These were the things he and Dudley had bought on Harry's birthday in various snack shops in London's high street.

In addition, there are various small souvenirs and small toys from the Muggle world.

Hand-made and postcards such as the Eiffel Tower in France; folding fans and wind chimes in Spain; cuckoo clocks and beer mugs in Germany; wallets and masks in Italy; clogs and windmills in the Netherlands; stamps in the Vatican; tapestries in Belgium; puppets in the Czech Republic; Music boxes from Switzerland; cork carvings from Portugal, etc.

These were bought when Harry and the Dursleys traveled around Europe in July.

There were so many snacks and small souvenirs that it flooded Ron's entire cubicle at once.

Colorful and green, with the original orange-yellow tone of Ron's bedroom, the colorful combination looks very beautiful.

"My God! Did you bring the whole snack and toy store here?!" Ron drowned in the mountain of snacks, staring dumbfounded at what Harry poured out of the box to fill the room .

He murmured, "Am I dreaming? How could I dream of such a happy scene?"

Ron pinched his leg fiercely: "Oh, it hurts! It's true! Merlin, how can there be such a happy thing in this world!"

Harry smiled and said, "I bought you the souvenirs when I was traveling. These snacks were given to you by my cousin Dudley. He said—"

Harry paused, and continued: "He said that he would let the handsome boys of the Weasley family also taste the snacks of the Muggle world. He packed a lot of snacks for you all the snacks he had eaten since he was a child. share."

Harry pointed towards the garden under the window, and said, "Let's call George and Fred up, and Percy. I think they'll all like it."

After a pause, he added, "And little Ginny."

In fact, Dudley, a local tyrant who is not short of money, said this:

"Although the snacks in the wizarding world are amazing, our own is not bad. There are more varieties and better taste.

Harry, you need to open the eyes of those old hat wizards!The snack shop in our London commercial street is no worse than that in Diagon Alley!

Especially the Weasleys you mentioned, those poor mud legs probably haven't eaten a few pieces of candy since they were young, it's really pitiful.

You take all of these, and let those red-haired idiots have a good taste of the richness of my Dursleys! "

But Harry wisely chose to paraphrase his words.

"It's nice to have a cousin!" Ron said enviously.

He stared obsessively at the mountain-sea-like snacks in front of him, and murmured in a low voice: "Although I have five older brothers, they are all relatives, not cousins. What a pity, I really envy you."

Harry: ...

The author has something to say: Ron: Dudley Dursley is the cutest Muggle ever!I guess he must be personable and gentle, I can't wait to be friends with him~

Everything was Arthur Tokiomi Weasley's fault!

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