HP When Harry is a Genius

In the great hall of Hogwarts, countless candles stopped in mid-air, illuminating the four long tables surrounded by people, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.The stars on the ceiling are shining brightly, reflecting the sky outside.

Across a dense mass of black pointed Hogwarts hats, Harry saw a long line of freshmen entering the Great Hall with trepidation.Ginny was among them, her Weasley red hair standing out.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, bespectacled and with hair pulled tightly into a bun, placed the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the new students.

Every year, the patched, dirty and worn-out hat sorts new students into the four Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Harry clearly remembered the situation when he put on the hat a year ago: he mischievously performed an occlumency technique, and rejected the Sorting Hat's suggestion of Slytherin and Raquel Wenlaw, and came to the house where his parents were raised. Gryffindor.

The freshmen began to be called to the front of the auditorium one after another, and put on the sorting hat.

Harry's gaze shifted to Snape, who was sitting on the teacher's bench watching the sorting ceremony. He had sallow skin, a thin figure, a prominent aquiline nose, and greasy black hair hanging down his shoulders. Harry felt that he was at home Must not have taken good care of himself.

Then Harry's eyes turned to Dumbledore, whose long silver beard and half-moon glasses gleamed in the candlelight.A few seats further on, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart in aqua green robes.At the top sat the hulking Hagrid with a bushy beard and hair, holding a glass and drinking heavily.

At the end of the sorting ceremony, each house was assigned a similar number of students, except for Slytherin, who was slightly less, probably because pure blood was becoming rarer and rarer, while mixed blood was rarely able to be sorted, Muggle-born "Mudblood" is even less likely.

Ginny Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor without any surprise. After the Sorting Hat said the word Gryffindor, she immediately looked at Harry excitedly.

Harry welcomed her as warmly as everyone else, and Hermione got up to give her a big hug.

The food at this year's welcome banquet was even more plentiful than last year's, but Ron didn't have much in the mood to enjoy the food. He was holding a few pieces of pickled herring and pumpkin pie in his mouth, and heard that his little sister Ginny was assigned to Gryffindor. There was no particularly enthusiastic response at all.

"There's no need to get excited," he said, "I already knew Ginny would be sorted here. You don't need the Sorting Hat to tell me that everyone named Weasley is born a Gryffindor."

After the banquet, Ron dragged Harry eagerly back to the Gryffindor tower, leaving Hermione and Ginny far behind.The two ran upstairs in one breath and came to the door of their old dormitory, which now had a sign saying "Second Grade".

They entered the familiar circular room and saw again the five four-poster beds, upholstered in red velvet, and the tall, narrow windows.

Their boxes had been brought up by the school elf, and they were placed by the bed.Sure enough, there was a package from the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley on the bed of the two of them. Ron cheered and unfolded the full suit of Chudley Cannon one by one.

The dormitory door opened, and several other roommates rushed in. They were Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom.

"I can't believe it!" Seamus exclaimed enviously, pointing at the robe.

"Cool," Dean said, "Amazing!"

Even Neville, who had never been very interested in Quidditch, showed envy when he saw Ron put on the Chudley Cannons robe.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing Ron's happy face, it seemed that the gift was given right.

Harry got his timetable the next day, and the first session was Sprout teaching Herbal Medicine, with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs in attendance.

Harry, Ron and Hermione left the castle together and walked across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse, where all kinds of magical plants were grown.

When passing the vegetable field, a small green snake was coiled on a vegetable, Harry walked over and picked it up casually.The snakehead hissed twice in a panic, and Harry smiled and threw it away.

Ron and Hermione were taken aback: "How dare you mention that kind of thing casually, what if it bites you?".

Harry smiled. He hadn't told Ron and Hermione that he was a Parseltongue, and he didn't think it was necessary to talk about everything.

Draco also found out when he showed Harry that he had learned the spell that made him come out of nowhere.

The small vegetable snake just waited on the road that Harry must pass on purpose. It told Harry that the secret room was found. There is a faucet in the girls' bathroom on the first floor. Living things that see its eyes die.

As they approached the conservatory, they saw their classmates standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.As soon as Harry, Ron and Hermione joined in, they saw Professor Sprout striding across the lawn. Professor Sprout had many bandages on his arm, and Harry saw Hogwarts in the distance The branches of the Whomping Willow are hung in bandages.

"I really don't understand why there is such an aggressive willow tree in Hogwarts, and the professors don't care about it." Hermione complained.

"Maybe they can't control it, after all, even Professor Sprout, who teaches botany, can't do anything with it." Ron said, he seemed a little gloating at the bandage on Professor Stroop's arm, because she gave him it last semester The herbal credits are very low.

Professor Stroop was a stocky witch with a patched hat on her flowing hair and a lot of dirt on her clothes, and Aunt Petunia would have fainted if she saw her nails.

"Today the third greenhouse!" Professor Sprout said.

The students whispered with interest.They have only been in the first greenhouse, and the plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.Harry caught a whiff of damp earth and manure mixed with a rich scent of flowers.The flowers were the size of umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout stood behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse.On the stool were about twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors.When Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione, the teacher said, "We're repotting the Mandrake today. Now, can anyone tell me what the Mandrake has to offer?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, which was expected.

Professor Sprout clicked Harry to answer, which was expected.

Professors always like to mention Harry Potter's answers to questions, and then desperately give him extra points, except for Professor Snape in Potions.

Snape always mentioned Harry Potter, but never added points, and tried to deduct points.

Everyone was a little jealous of Harry at the beginning, but they gradually got used to it. After all, there is a big gap since birth, right?Almost all children in the wizarding world grow up listening to Harry Potter stories.Moreover, Snape's behavior somewhat delicately balanced their psychology.

"The mandrake, also called the mandrake root, is a powerful restorative," Harry said quite naturally, as if he had swallowed the textbook, "used to restore deformed people or The man under the spell returns to his original state."

"Very good, five points to Gryffindor," said Professor Sprout. "The mandrake is an important part of most cures. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

Hermione's hand went up sharply again, almost knocking off Harry's glasses.

Professor Sprout still turned a blind eye, and continued to click on Harry who had just finished answering the question and didn't raise his hand.

"Hearing the cry of the mandrake can kill a man," Harry replied calmly.

"Exactly right, five more points." Professor Sprout said, "You see, our mandrakes here are still very young." She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates.

Everyone leaned forward to get a better view.There were about a hundred greenish-purple seedlings lined up there.

"A pair of earmuffs each," said Professor Sprout.

There was a lot of looting, no one wanted to get a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs.

"When I tell you to put on earmuffs, make sure you cover your ears tightly," said Professor Sprout. "I'll give you two thumbs up when it's safe to take them off. Well-- Put earmuffs on."

Harry quickly complied, and for a moment no sound outside could be heard.

Professor Sprout put on a pair of pink fluffy earmuffs himself, rolled up his sleeves, took a firm hold of a clump of grass, and pulled it up with all his might.

It was not the roots that were pulled out of the soil, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on his head.His skin was light green, spotted with spots.The little guy was clearly yelling at the top of his lungs.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the Mandrake in it, and buried him in dark, damp compost until only the clump of leaves stood out.She patted the mud off her hands, gave them two thumbs up, and took off her earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are just seedlings, and hearing their cries won't kill you." She said calmly, as if she just watered the begonias just now. "However, they'll knock you out for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss your first day of school, so make sure you wear earmuffs while you're at work. I'll try to get your attention when it's time to pack up of."

"A plate for two, lots of pots here, compost in a bag over there. Watch out for the poisonous tentacles, it's teething." She slapped a spiky crimson plant, making it Withdrew the tentacles that quietly stretched out to her shoulders.

作者有话要说：读者“墨婳”,灌溉营养液+12018-12-2311:47:50

读者“口受”,灌溉营养液+102018-12-2319:15:30

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