HP When Harry is a Genius

In Madam Malkin's shop a pale, thin boy was standing on a footstool trying on clothes while a witch was pinning up his black robe.

Madam Malkin made Harry stand on another footstool beside the boy, and slipped him into a robe, pinning it to the right length for him.

"Hey," said the boy, "are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother is looking for a magic wand in the street." The boy spoke slowly and drawn out, like an opera. "Then I'm going to drag them to see broomsticks, and I don't understand why first-years can't have their own broomsticks. I'm thinking, I'm going to force daddy to buy me one and figure out how to sneak it in."

It reminded Harry immediately of Dudley who grew up being responsive.

"Do you have your own broomstick?" the boy went on.

"No," said Harry.

"Ever played Quidditch?" the boy continued.

"No." Harry replied.

"I did. Dad said it would be a shame if I didn't get picked for our house team, and I have to say, I agree with that. Do you know what house you've been assigned to?" the boy twittered talking.

"I don't know." Harry said, he carefully looked at the boy opposite him, who was the first of his peers in the wizarding world to speak to him.

The boy has platinum-blonde hair, combed back meticulously with a lot of pomade, which looks dazzling and neat, in contrast to his always messy black hair; his skin looks a little pale but very translucent, as if he was born with it; blue The blue eyes are very lively, the eyelashes are very long and sparkling; the clothes are well-made, and the texture is high-quality, and there are faint patterns of platinum threads on the fabric; there is a snake-shaped emerald brooch pinned to the chest, and the cuffs are also valuable. Cuff buttons; the whole person looks like a rich young man, with a natural arrogance in his expression and temperament.

However, it does look like...

It's rare to meet someone with a face as lovely as mine, thought Harry.

"Of course, no one really knows which house they'll be sorted into until they get there. I know I'm going to be sorted into Slytherin, though, because my whole family went there - if sorted into Hufflepuff Qi, I think I will drop out of school, what do you think?" The boy curled up one corner of his mouth and made a smug expression, as if showing off.

Harry smiled.It felt more and more that this arrogant boy had been pampered and grew up, like another Dudley.

But, it looks really cute.

"Hey, look at that freak!" said the boy, nodding suddenly towards the front window.

Hagrid happened to be standing at the window.He grinned at Harry and held up the cage with the little white owl in his hand to show that he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid, he works at Hogwarts." Harry said hello to Hagrid, then to the boy.

"Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a servant. Isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper," Harry answered.

"Yes, that's right. I heard that this man is very rough. He lives in a small wooden house on campus. He gets drunk from time to time, plays some spells, and burns his own bed as a result." The boy raised the corner of his mouth, He made no secret of his contempt for Hagrid.

"I think he's funny," said Harry, smiling.

"Really?" the boy said mockingly, "Is he here to accompany you? Where are your parents?"

"No, he's my friend who happened to meet me. My parents are both dead." Harry replied plainly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the boy said, but there was nothing apologetic in his words. "Then who came with you?"

"Professor at Hogwarts," Harry replied.

"The professor will accompany the freshmen to buy things?" The boy said in surprise, "By the way, what's your last name?"

Before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "It's been tried, my dear."

Harry jumped off the footstool.

"Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts," the boy said in a drawn out tone.

Harry walked outside and took the owl that Hagrid bought him with a smile, "Thank you, Hagrid."

"You're welcome, I thought you might need a pet, so I bought it here. Well, it's just a birthday present. Now I really have to go, or Dumbledore will be in a hurry." The half-giant shyly held it with his hand own hair.

"Well, go quickly, and I like this gift very much." Harry happily looked at the little white owl in his hand, "It's so beautiful."

"Yes, Harry, I assure you, he is the most beautiful of all owls, and I am so glad you like him." Hagrid was very happy. "Goodbye, Harry, then."

"Goodbye," said Harry.

Next, the wand - just what Harry had dreamed of, he was fed up with second-hand wands that didn't fit his hand well!

Before Harry came to Ollivander's wand shop, the golden signboard on the door had peeled off, and it read: Ollivander: Made excellent wands since 380 BC.

A display wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

The shop is small, with nothing but a bench, and thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, and an old man stood before them, his large pale eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello." Harry gave his usual shy smile.

"Wand for a wand?" said the old man.

"Of course." Harry blinked playfully.

"Then let me take your measurements," Ollivander said.

"Hold your arms up. Good." He measured Harry, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally his head.

As he measured it, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a super-magical substance, that's what it is. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, you will never It has such a good effect.”

The tape measure is operating automatically.

Mr. Ollivander was walking among the racks, busy selecting some long boxes to move down.

"Okay," he said, and the tape slid to the ground and rolled up. "Try this one, then. Beech and snake nerves. Nine inches long. Nice. It's pliable. Give it a try."

Harry took the wand, and Mr. Ollivander snatched it from him as soon as he waved it.

"Maple wood, unicorn hair, seven inches long, good elasticity, try—" Harry was about to try it, but before he could lift it up, the wand was snatched away by Mr. Ollivander again, "no , no, try this..."

Harry tried one wand after another, and the pile of tried wands piled higher and higher on the bench.

Harry himself was a little embarrassed, but Mr. Ollivander seemed more and more cheerful.

"A fussy customer, well, it doesn't matter, I thought, let me see, oh, there is, how could it not be - extraordinary combination, holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Yes, the strength is very Strong, yet flexible."

Mr. Ollivander pulled out a dusty box from a corner, took out the wand inside, and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the wand, feeling a sudden heat in his fingertips.

He held his wand high above his head, swished it down, and saw a streak of red light across the dusty air, and the top of the wand shot like fireworks, dancing spots of light onto the walls.

Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Oh, that's great, oh, really, that's great!" Suddenly he looked terrified.

"I'm sorry," said Harry, "what's strange to you?"

Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with pale eyes. "I remember every wand I ever sold, sir. I remember every wand. Well, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, One made this wand, and the other tail-feather made another. Thirteen and a half inches long. Of yew. And that wand belonged to the man who cannot speak his name!"

Harry gasped, he immediately thought of his scar, the piece of soul, the coma at the age of seven, and the man in the black robe ten years ago.

"The one who can't say the name? Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you said it, you said that person's name!" Olivier screamed, his face turned pale and his whole body trembled, suddenly, as if he suddenly thought of something, he asked hurriedly: "The black hair , green eyes, sir, what is your name?"

"Harry Potter," Harry replied.

"Oh, my God, it's the boy who survived!" Olivier became even more excited, and he put the wand in the box and handed it to Harry tremblingly, "How amazing! It was the man who left you That scar! Now you get his brother's wand, Mr. Potter, it's meant to be. I think you'll do great things, Mr. Potter. Anyway, the mystery man whose name I can't mention is Great things have been done — big things, though terrible."

"Oh, our surviving boy will do a big job, that's really amazing!" The familiar mocking tone sounded, "I hope you can preview the courses you started before doing a big job. "

Harry looked up. Snape was standing outside the wand shop watching him.

The fear, anxiety, fear, helplessness and other negative emotions in his heart seemed to disappear the moment he saw Sif, replaced by a warm feeling of being protected.

"Sev!" Harry smiled sweetly, throwing himself into Snape's arms, Snape frowned and pulled Harry away desperately.

After Harry paid Olivan for the wand of seven gold coins, he took Harry and left here, throwing a huge package to Harry on the way.

As soon as Harry was torn off by Snape, he was hit by a heavy package, but his brows and eyes were full of joyful smiles, "Is this from Sev? A birthday present?"

Snape looked at the faceless and skinless Harry and twitched his eyebrows fiercely: "Stop that disgusting smile of yours, Potter."

Harry checked the package. In addition to everything listed on the notice, there was a whole set of potion equipment that was far better than what was required on the Hogwarts shopping list - the tinfoil equipment on the shopping list, and the package was Brass cauldron and scales.And there are far more medicinal materials than those on the shopping list.

In addition, there was a brand-new copy of "Introduction to Potion Making" by Slughorn and a tattered copy of "Introduction to Potion Making" by Lebasius Pollage, more than the shopping list requested. Advanced Potion Making".

Harry picked up the tattered "Advanced Potion Making" with an inconsistent style of painting curiously, and saw a line of small words written in small, dense handwriting on the bottom of the back cover:

【This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince】

"Thank you Sif, Sif has high expectations for me." Harry put the package away with a smile, "Is this high-level potion used by Sif before?"

Snape glared at Harry fiercely, "Hurry up and go back to your ridiculous Muggle relatives' family when everything is ready, I thought you wouldn't want to stay here any longer!"

He led Harry out of Diagon Alley through the Broken Axe.

"Here's your ticket to Hogwarts." After leaving Diagon Alley, Snape threw an envelope at Harry.

Harry took the envelope and said happily: "What a coincidence, I also have a letter for Sev!" He said and handed him the letter written by Lily to Snape, which was found in the underground vault of Gringotts.

Snape took the letter, looked at Lily's signature on the envelope, looked at Harry with complicated eyes, and finally turned and left without saying a word.

Harry looked at his back and smiled softly. "Look, Mom, Sev really hates me, but he never hides it. It's much better than those who hate me but pretend to like me. But—"

The 11-year-old boy suddenly drooped his face, and muttered in frustration: "I wanted to buy a pure gold cauldron! I've already fallen in love with that pot!"

That's right, the closest shop to the Leaky Cauldron, the Partridge's Cauldron, sells cauldrons of all sizes and materials.When Harry sneaked into Diagon Alley countless times, he was fascinated by the variety of cauldrons inside.During countless sleepless nights of tossing and turning, Harry was thinking—when he could possess magic items in a fair manner, he must buy a pure gold cauldron!

But now, Snape had already bought him a brass one, so he couldn't afford to buy a gold one himself, otherwise he would appear too ignorant.

Harry collected the ticket, found a place where no one was around, and opened the birdcage, letting the owl newly named Hedwig fly away first, and then easily shrunk the package and the birdcage into his pocket with the Shrinking Charm. to the financial center of London.

However, Snape, who had already left, came out from the shadowed corner next to him. He sneered and looked at the ordinary wizard in the corner: "What did you just see?"

"That little wizard cast a shrinking spell, he is a smart child." The wizard asked suspiciously, "Didn't you also see it? He is so young, he should be a child of a big family."

"Then forget nothing." Snape coldly raised his wand at him.

Lily wrote a letter to herself.

Snape rubbed the envelope in his hand, obviously he didn't see the letter when he went to the Potter's vault.

Well, after Dumbledore gave him the key to the Potter's vault, he immediately went to Gringotts to find Lily's relics, and he would not let go of any chance to get Lily's items.

Could it be that this letter was hidden by the little Potter for ten years?Snape looked at the intact flame on the envelope, his eyes darkened.

However, he quickly put away his subtle emotions, and instead snorted angrily: "Heh, you want a golden cauldron? It really is the seed of the insatiable Potter family!"

The author has something to say: Harry is a face control _(:з」∠)_

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