HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry was thrown dizzy, his skin was bruised, and his body was covered in soot.He climbed up cautiously, and raised the glasses to his eyes, and they were indeed shattered.

Harry helplessly cast a "restore" spell on it, then put on his glasses and looked around.

Well, there was no one around, let alone redheads, and he got separated from the Weasleys.

He was standing in front of the stone fireplace of a large, dimly lit wizard's shop—but there seemed to be nothing here that might have been on the Hogwarts shopping list.

On a mat in a nearby glass case, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glazed glass eyeball.Grim masks peered down from the walls, various human bones lay on the counters, and rusty tines hung from the ceiling.

Harry could tell that the dark, narrow alley beside the dusty shop windows was definitely not Diagon Alley, and that the gloomy atmosphere was more like Knockturn Alley, the black market.

Harry's nose was still burning, and he walked towards the door, eager to join the Weasleys, but before he got halfway there, two people appeared outside the door - one of them was the last person Harry wanted to meet at the moment Person: Draco.

Ah, Merlin!Draco couldn't let him see him lost, covered in soot, and messed up!

Harry looked around quickly, saw a large black chest of drawers to the left, and ducked in, closing the door so that only a crack remained.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and Draco walked into the shop.

The man behind him could only be his father, with the same pale and thin face, and the same indifferent gray-blue eyes.

Mr. Malfoy walked across the shop, idly looking at the items on display, rang the bell on the counter, and turned to his son, "Don't touch anything, Draco."

Draco was about to touch the glass eyeball when he said dissatisfiedly, "I thought you were going to buy me a present."

"I meant to buy you a racing broom," said Mr. Malfoy, tapping his finger on the counter.

"What's the use of buying a broom if I'm not on the house team?" Draco said angrily. "Harry got a Nimbus 2000 last year, and Dumbledore licensed him to represent Gryffindor House!"

Draco bent down to inspect the skull that filled a shelf, and complained, "Everyone thinks he's so good, the great Harry Potter and his scars, and his broomstick—"

"You've told me at least twenty times," Mr. Malfoy glanced at his son, stopping him from continuing, "I want to remind you that although most people in the When that person is the savior, it is wise for you to choose to be friends with him, but please, don't talk about him all the time!"

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, pushing back his greasy hair.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to see you again." Mr. Borgin said in a tone as oily as his hair. "It's a great honor, and Master Malfoy, welcome. What can I do for you? I must show you, I just entered today, and the price is very fair—”

"I'm not shopping today, Mr. Borgin, I'm here to sell." Mr. Malfoy interrupted him.

"Sell something?" The smile on Mr. Bokin's face diminished slightly.

"You must have heard that the Ministry has intensified the search." Mr. Malfoy said, he took out a roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his clothes, and unfolded it for Mr. Boggin to see. "I have some things in my house that, well, might inconvenience me if the Ministry comes to investigate."

Mr. Borgin put on a pair of pince-nez and looked down at the list: "I don't think the Ministry will bother you, sir."

Mr. Malfoy curled his lips: "I haven't been here yet. Malfoy's name still has a little prestige, but the Ministry is getting more and more nosy. It is said that a new "Muggle Protection Act" will be introduced, it must be That scruffy fool Arthur Weasley is behind the scenes, and he likes Muggles best! That soft-bodied Minister Fudge, afraid that Dumbledore would be terrified, agreed."

Harry smiled lightly.

He seemed to see an enlarged version of Draco and Ron secretly competing.

Mr. Malfoy said, "You know, there's something about this that looks like it might—" He didn't go on, but gestured.

"I understand, sir, of course," said Mr. Bokin. "Let me see."

"Can you show me that?" Draco asked, pointing to the withered human hand on the mat.

"Ah, Hand of Glory!" cried Mr. Borgin, leaving Mr. Malfoy's list behind and rushed to Draco. "Put a candle and only the one who holds it can see the light! A thief and robber's best friend! Your son has good eyesight, sir."

"I hope my son will be more successful than thieves and robbers, Boggin," said Mr. Malfoy coldly.

Mr. Borgin said at once, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean that."

"But if his grades don't improve," said Mr. Malfoy more dryly, "that's probably all he can do."

"It's not my fault!" Draco replied unconvinced, "It's all your fault, Dad!"

"Blame me?" Mr. Malfoy sneered and raised his eyebrows.

"The teachers all favor Hermione Granger. Except for Professor Snape, you haven't managed to get a teacher to favor me!" Draco said angrily.

"A girl from a Muggle family who outperformed you every time I tested, I thought you would be ashamed," said Mr. Malfoy angrily.

He scolded in a sharp voice: "As for the other professors in your school, are you worthy of me giving them gifts?! Especially that half-elf half-blood Flitwick, who is also worthy of being the head of Ravenclaw? Look Ravenclaw under his leadership, ah, what a marvel, surpassing every year in exam results - Hufflepuff! Even those simple-minded Gryffindors are better at exams than Ravenclaw, Who remembers that Ravenclaw is a symbol of wisdom? As a half-breed, I even think he has tarnished the blood of goblins. After all, those lowly goblins are very smart and cunning. That old madman Dumbledore made this incompetent The idiot teaching you Charms, I think he is sincerely trying to prevent you from learning it!"

Harry smiled, unexpectedly agreeing with Mr. Malfoy's remarks.

The teaching level of the professors at Hogwarts was indeed not as high as he had expected before enrolling.Moreover, the professors are used to hiding their secrets, and only teach the profound magic to the students they like.

As for Dumbledore, he didn't know whether he was weak-hearted or had other ideas, and he didn't make any effective changes to this.

In fact, not only professors, but all wizards are used to hiding their secrets. Advanced ancient magic is also monopolized by big families and great wizards, and then gradually lost.Leaving aside the magic power, under this concept and education model, the wizarding world has become more and more disconnected from the application of magic.

To put it bluntly, one generation is not as good as one generation.

"It's like this everywhere," said Mr. Borgin in his oily tone. "Wizard blood is becoming less and less valuable, and it's how mainstream and noble all kinds of half-bloods and Muggles are."

"I don't think so." Mr. Malfoy said dissatisfiedly, "For wizards, blood is the most important thing, which represents the strength of magic power."

"I agree with you, sir," said Mr. Borgin with a deep bow.

"Then, maybe we can continue to look at my list." Mr. Malfoy said impatiently, "I don't have much time, Bojin, and I have important things to do today."

They began to haggle over prices, Draco looking at the items for sale in the shop at will, and Harry's heart skipped a beat as he approached Harry's hiding place.

Draco paused to study a long noose, then smiled and read the sign on a rich opal necklace: "Beware: Do not touch, cursed - has taken nineteen Muggles s life."

"Deal!" said Mr. Malfoy from the counter. "Come here, Draco!"

Draco turned and walked away, and Harry let out a small sigh of relief.

"Goodbye, Mr. Bojin, I will wait for you to pick up the goods at home tonight."

As soon as the door closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his flattering tone.

"Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy, if those rumors are true, what you sold me is less than a tenth of what you have hidden in your house!" Mr. Bokin muttered angrily, and turned to go into the back room .

Harry came out: "Mr. Borgin."

Mr. Borgin turned his head and looked in surprise at Harry, whose whole body was smeared with soot, and then his eyes rested on the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Oh, Mr. Potter! How did you come here, what did you do, excuse me for using the word, so embarrassing," said Mr. Borgin in surprise.

Harry smiled awkwardly: "I went to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys. I coughed when I said the name of the place with Floo powder. Then I appeared in your shop."

"No wonder, although traffic accidents are not common, but the Weasleys, apparently they use the worst quality Floo powder." Mr. Borgin said plainly, and then cast a cleaning spell on Harry.

Immediately, all the soot on Harry disappeared.

Harry stroked his forehead angrily, he was thrown into a daze just now, and he was busy avoiding Draco, so he only remembered to fix his glasses, but forgot to cast a cleaning spell on himself in time.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Potter, I was astonished when I got your letter at Christmas. I could never have imagined that you would want to be my friend. You are the savior, you know, and It's shocking that I'm the owner of a black magic shop. But the thing that shocked me the most was that you didn't ask for anything other than to be my friend. Oh, you sent me Christmas I like the gift very much, although we wizards don't need that thing, but I still like it very much." Mr. Bokin said.

Harry saw Bokin Blog Magic Shop in Voldemort's memory, and later he found it by taking Polyjuice Potion, and found out that the young Tom Riddle had worked here, and then resigned for unknown reasons.

After seeing Bokin Blog Magic Shop, Harry thought it was very wise for young Voldemort to choose to work here. This is a gathering place for dark magic items, and there are all kinds of wizards among the customers.

Harry himself was looking forward to this place.

So Harry sent a good letter to the shopkeeper Bo Jin at Christmas time, and attached a gift-an old rifle hunting gun.

After a pause, Mr. Bokin continued: "So, do you need to pick one in my shop today?"

Harry looked at the strange furnishings in the room again, and said, "No, the Weasleys must be looking for me everywhere. I'll visit you another day. Thank you for helping me get my clothes clean."

Just as Harry was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that Draco was very interested in that withered hand just now, so he pointed to the withered human hand on the mat and said to Borgin, "How much is that?"

Mr. Bokin opened his mouth in surprise. He squinted his eyes and looked at Harry carefully: "I didn't expect you to have the same vision as Mr. Malfoy. He also took a fancy to this just now. Put in a candle and just hold it only those who see the light—"

Harry cut him off. "How much?"

"Three hundred Galleons."

"My wand is only seven Galleons!"

"Two hundred Galleons."

"I do not want it."

"Mr. Potter, this is the best friend of thieves and robbers! Thieves and robbers are usually very rich."

"But I am not a thief and a robber."

"120 Galleons, no less, sir. This is because you are my friend."

"What if I'm not your friend?" Harry asked.

"Then it must be three hundred galleons! You can't do without a copper Knut. You are the head of the Potter family, the boy who survived the catastrophe, and the savior of the wizarding world. The things you buy are too cheap, and you will lose face. " Bo Jin said with a smile.

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, took out 120 Galleons and handed them to Bokin.

Black magic items are illegal and illegal. In other words, they have a price but no market. It is not too much for Bo Jin to sell him 120 Galleons.

Bojin took the money with a smile, put the hand of glory in a box and handed it to Harry, and said flatteringly: "Then, I hope you, the savior, use it well."

The author has something to say: Bo Jin: I bet five hundred Galleons that Harry Potter is definitely the third Dark Lord.