HP When Harry is a Genius

Life at the Burrow was very different from life on Lemon Street.

The Dursleys like everything to be in order, but the Weasleys are full of wonder and surprise.The ghouls in the attic howled loudly and rattled the pipes whenever they thought the house was too quiet.Small explosions in Fred and George's bedroom were considered perfectly normal.

The Weasleys had seven children.The eldest, Bill, is the eldest of the Weasley brothers, and both he and the second, Charlie, have left Hogwarts.Harry had never met them, but he knew that Charlie was studying dragons in Romania and Bill was working for Gringotts in Egypt.

The third Percy, Harry rarely saw him, he always liked to stay alone in his room.

Mrs. Weasley forced Harry to refill four times at every meal.Mr. Weasley liked to have Harry sit next to him at meals, and kept asking Harry about Muggle life, asking him about plugs and the post office.

"Wonderful!" he sighed after Harry had explained to him what a plug was and how to use a mailbox to send a letter. "What a genius, how many ways Muggles have come up with to live without magic."

Harry said: "Muggles do have a lot of practical daily necessities", he introduced to Mr. Weasley TV, refrigerators, range hoods, juicers and vacuum cleaners, and recently began to gradually spread among the upper classes of Muggles. Big Brother mobile phones became popular.

Another burst of wonder from Mr. Weasley.

Even Mrs. Weasley, who had always opposed Mr. Weasley's secret use of Muggle items, her eyes lit up after hearing Harry's description.

"Muggle kitchens seem to be more convenient than ours," she said.

"I really want to see it with my own eyes. These magical Muggle items must be even more perfect when they are equipped with magic." Mr. Weasley murmured.

Harry said confidently, "There will be such a day."

After he finished speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at him with magical and complicated eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of trust and expectation in their eyes.

Harry looked at them strangely: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Oh, no, my dear," Mrs. Weasley wiped away tears moved, and said kindly: "We all believe in you and support you."

Harry hesitated for a moment, he just said it casually, but the Weasleys obviously made up a lot of brains, and took it as a philosophy to trust and support him.

That's right, I am the "savior" after all.Harry thought helplessly and amusedly.

On the third day at the Burrow, on a sunny morning, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts.

He and Ron had gone downstairs to breakfast that day to find the Weasleys and Ginny already sitting at the table.

As soon as Ginny saw Harry, she accidentally knocked her porridge bowl over with a loud bang.

It seemed that every time Harry entered the room, Ginny knocked over something.

Ginny ducked under the table to pick up the bowl, and came out blushing like sunset.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry reached out to support her gentlemanly when she got out, and smiled at her gently.

Ginny blushed even more.

Ron whispered in Harry's ear and said, "I know you have a lot of fans wherever you go, and you're used to being a qualified idol. But this is my sister, so let her go. If you treat her so kindly, she will fall in love with you even more!"

Harry shrugged, and replied in a low voice: "What's wrong with being infatuated with me? The students who are infatuated with me in Hogwarts have all become excellent in character and learning, hardworking and motivated, and have developed morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically. Professor McGonagall also said that I brought out the best style of study in the school for decades!"

Ron said helplessly: "I'm afraid that Ginny will be influenced by you and become the next Hermione, who will spend all day in the library. Your holy light is really scary!"

"Fuck you!" Harry smiled and punched him, and said, "Maybe Ginny will follow me and spend every day on the Quidditch pitch, and then you won't even be able to beat her with your broom."

Ron said with the expression that you are teasing me: "How is this possible, I am the big brother, and little Ginny can't surpass me in Quidditch."

Ginny watched enviously the intimate interaction between him and Ron.

She had always despised her mediocre little brother the most before, but now she felt that Ron was the most powerful of them all.

Besides Ron, who could have a childhood sweetheart with Harry Potter?Ah bah, bamboo horse bamboo horse?

Not even Bill, Charlie and Percy!

"A letter from the school." Mr. Weasley said, and handed Harry and Ron a yellow parchment envelope with green writing on it. "Harry, Dumbledore already knows you're here, this man, you can't hide anything from him."

Fred and George strolled in, still in their pajamas.

"You two too." Mr. Weasley handed them the twins' letter again.

No one spoke for a while, and everyone read the letter individually.

Harry's letter asked him to take the Hogwarts Express from King's Cross Station on September [-]st.The letter also listed a list of new books he will use this year.

Second graders are required to read:

Standard Spells, Level [-] by Miranda Goshawk;

"Break with the Banshee" by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Walking with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Walking with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Sailing With the Vampire by Gilderoy Lockhart;

Wandering with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart;

A Year with the Tibetan Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Well, in the newly added book list, there is only one book that is not written by Lockhart, and the others are all written by Lockhart.

"This Lockhart must be a very big man!" said Harry.

Ron said, "Is there anyone more important than Harry Potter?"

Ginny blushed and nodded in agreement.

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron.

"Are you going to buy Gilderoy Lockhart's book too?!" said Fred. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be his admirer, maybe a witch!"

Seeing his mother's disapproving gaze, Fred dropped his head and concentrated on eating his marmalade.

"You too?" Harry asked in surprise, "How many books did he write?"

"Lots of Ben, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley admiringly, "he was a great adventurer and scholar, capable of everything."

Harry nodded and said, "Respectable," and he always had respect for academics.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him with satisfaction, and then looked at her sons with hatred, expressing her dissatisfaction with their lack of respect for Lockhart.

"Those books ain't cheap," said George, with a quick look at his parents. "Jed Rolockhart's books are expensive."

"Oh, we'll figure it out," said Mrs. Weasley, looking worried. "I think a lot of Ginny's things can be bought second-hand."

"Oh? You're going to Hogwarts this year too?" Harry asked Ginny.

Ginny nodded, her fiery red hair red at the roots, her elbows touching the butter dish.

Just then Ron's brother Percy walked in.He was fully dressed, the prefect badge pinned to his jersey vest.

"Good morning, everyone," said Percy briskly. "It's a nice day."

He sat down on the only chair left, but jumped up again immediately, and pulled a shattered gray feather duster from under his hip - at least Harry thought it was a feather duster, before realizing that it was actually breathing.

"Errol!" Ron yelled.He took the sickly owl from Percy's hand, and pulled a letter from under its wing: "It brought Hermione's letter."

He carried Errol to a perch by the back door, trying to make it stand on it, but Errol fell straight down.

Ron had to put it on the drip-board, muttering "Poor thing".

Then he tore open Hermione's letter and read it aloud: Dear Ron, and Harry, I wish you all the best, and I wish Harry well.If Harry is okay, please let me know right away, and Malfoy.Harry's own letters to us are too brief.But you'd better change to an owl, I think the bird that sent you another letter will die.Of course I'm busy doing work--

"How could she?" Ron was taken aback. "It's summer vacation! Why does she still have homework to do! And I won't write to Malfoy again!"

——I am going to buy textbooks in London NO.13 in August.How about we meet in Diagon Alley?Tell me as soon as possible, my friend, Hermione.

"August NO.13, next Saturday, we will go shopping that day." Mrs. Weasley began to clear the table, "Children, go out and play, broom or whatever, don't stay here and get in the way."

"I don't know where Mom and Dad will get money to buy us school supplies for this year," Ron muttered softly, "We have five students in our family, and we need five sets of Lockhart's books! What else does Ginny need? of."

Harry didn't speak.

He has two underground vaults in Gringotts, one has only a small amount of savings enough for him to finish Hogwarts for seven years alone, and the other is the Potter family who have saved for hundreds of years to prevent future generations from retreating. wealth.

In addition, his own investment in the Muggle world has improved greatly, and since last year, he has been withdrawing Galleons from Gringotts to convert them into British pounds, and entrusting them to stockbrokers for stock trading.

Therefore, Harry is very rich now, whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world.

Harry had offered Ron a gentle offer to help him with school supplies, but he had been turned down.Ron said he couldn't just use new stuff when the rest of the family used second-hand stuff.

It wasn't appropriate for Harry to sponsor school supplies for every Weasley student, as Mr. Weasley would be overwhelmed.

On Saturday, Mrs. Weasley woke them up early in the morning.

They ate five or six sandwiches each and put on their coats.Mrs Weasley lifted a flower pot from the kitchen mantelpiece and looked into it.

"Not much, Arthur," she sighed, "I have to do some shopping today. Well, the guests first! Harry, you first!"

She brought the flower pot to him.

"What should I do?" Harry asked.

"He hasn't used Floo powder to travel," Ron explained. "I'm sorry, Harry, I forgot to teach you."

"Harry, let's see what we do first," said Fred, and he picked up a pinch of shiny powder from the flower pot, went to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a whoosh, the fire turned green and rose higher than Fred.He walked straight into the fire and yelled "Diagon Alley!"

It was gone in the blink of an eye.

"You've got to get those words right, son," Mrs. Weasley said to Harry.

George also put his hand into the flower pot: "Don't go to the wrong door when you come out. Remember, when you walk into the fire, tell where you are going."

"Remember to close your eyes," said Ron, "there'll be soot."

"Don't come out too early, wait until you see Fred and George." Mrs. Weasley emphasized.

With all this in mind, Harry reached for a pinch of floo powder and walked over to the flames.He took a deep breath, sprinkled the powder into the fire, and stepped forward.The flames were like a gust of hot wind. He opened his mouth and immediately inhaled a big mouthful of hot ash.

"Yes—Diagon Alley," said Harry, coughing.

He seemed to be sucked into a giant socket hole.His body seemed to be spinning rapidly, and the whistling sound beside his ears was deafening. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but the whirling green flames made him feel dizzy.

Squinting through the glasses, Harry saw a series of furnace doors flash by indistinctly, and glimpses of the room beyond the fireplace.The sandwich churned in his stomach.

Then--

"Crack!" Harry fell face-down on the cold stone floor, feeling his glasses shatter.

The author has something to say: good idols make people progress, bad idols...

Ron: I just met the right man at the right time, Bill Charlie Percy, don't be jealous of me.

白萝卜墩*南哥扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2018-12-0921:31:34

Thank you for the white radish pier *Brother Nan, you are so cute~