HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry came to join Ron and Hermione as Colin Creevey walked past them.

"Hello, Harry!" Colin greeted.

"Hello, Colin," Harry replied casually.

"Harry, Harry, one of the boys in our class has been saying lately that the Weasley next to you is—" But Colin was too small to stop the flow of people pushing him into the Great Hall.They heard him scream "Goodbye, Harry!" and disappeared without a trace.

"What did the boy in his class say about me?" Ron asked puzzled, and then he became smug. "Am I famous among the first-year students?"

Hermione giggled.

"Maybe it's to praise you for being handsome." Harry teased.

Ron said happily, "Maybe there is a school girl who has a crush on me. Later, I have to ask Ginny about the first-year girls."

The crowd thinned, and at last they were able to ascend the stairs without difficulty.

As they talked, they turned a corner and found themselves at the top of the corridor where the attack had taken place.The scene in front of me was the same as that night, but the petrified cat was no longer hanging from the torch holder, and there was an empty chair leaning against the wall where the words "The Chamber of Secrets was opened" were written.

"Filch has been standing guard here," Ron whispered.

"Come and see this!" Hermione said, pointing to the top glass. "It's interesting."

Harry looked towards the window next to the writing on the wall, where about twenty spiders were scrambling, as if eager to get out of a small crack in the glass.A long silver thread hung down like a cord, through which they seemed to have scrambled up and escaped out of the window.

"Have you ever seen a spider like this? Maybe it has something to do with the basilisk." Hermione wondered, "What do you think? Ron. Ron?!"

They turned their heads.Ron stood far behind, seeming to be resisting the urge to run away.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"I don't like, don't like, spiders," said Ron nervously.

"I've never heard of that," said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. "You used spiders so many times in Potions."

"I don't care about dead spiders," said Ron, looking carefully away from the window, "I just don't like the way they crawl. When I was three, Fred broke his toy broom because I broke his toy broom." , turned my teddy bear into a big ugly spider. If you've had that experience, you won't like them. If you're holding your teddy bear and all of a sudden it pops out with legs, and--"

He shivered and couldn't continue.

Hermione was obviously still holding back a laugh, while Harry said cheerfully, "Fred is a real genius, he was able to use Transfiguration so well at the age of five."

Ron glared at him angrily: "You shouldn't be paying attention to this! The point is that he hurt my young heart who is only three years old!"

"Well, after Harry's reminder, I also think this incident best reflects Fred's intelligence." Hermione stuck out her tongue mischievously.

"Ron!" Percy Weasley stopped at the foot of the stairs, the prefect's badge gleaming on his chest. "Get out of here," said Percy, walking toward them, urging them on with open arms. "Don't you care what it's like? You're coming here when everyone else is eating."

"Why can't we come here?" Ron huffed, stopping abruptly and glaring at Percy. "Listen, we didn't lift a finger at that cat!"

"I said the same thing to Ginny," Percy said unflinchingly, "but she still seems to think you're going to be fired. I've never seen her so upset, crying all day. You should think about her." I think the first-year students are all unsettled by this."

"You don't care about Ginny at all," said Ron, his ears turning red, "you're just worried that I'll ruin your chances as Head Boy."

"Five points from Gryffindor!" said Percy stiffly, fingering the prefect's badge. "I hope this teaches you a lesson! Stop doing detective work, or I'll write to Mum !" He strode away, the back of his neck as red as Ron's ears.

"We don't need to do some detective work here, we already know the details." Ron said angrily.

Hermione was also very angry. She looked at Percy's back and muttered, "Although it's not good to say that, Percy is indeed the least likable of the Weasleys I know."

Harry persuaded: "Percy is a prefect after all, and his duty is for everyone's benefit."

Ron smirked. He pointed directly at Harry's nose and said, "I haven't heard you say anything bad about anyone. Put away your hypocritical sainthood. At least in front of us, don't spoil the fun!"

Harry raised his hand helplessly: "Okay, I agree with what you said, I really hate Percy sometimes."

Ron grunted and forgave Harry.

In the common room that night, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat as far away from Percy as possible.Ron was still in a bad mood, and he kept spilling ink on the paper when doing his magic homework.When he absent-mindedly took out his magic wand to remove the stains, he set the parchment on fire.

Ron was so angry that his heart burst into flames, and he slammed "Standard Spells, Level [-]" shut.To Harry's surprise, Hermione slammed the book shut too.

"But, who could this be?" she whispered, as if continuing the conversation they had just had, "Who inherits the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Draco is still investigating in Slytherin, but there is no progress." Harry also said sadly, he had to admit that he was very jealous of the man who tamed the basilisk.

The three friends looked at each other, and they all thought of a name, but they all remained silent tacitly.

Finally Ron said the name: "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts - Gilderoy Lockhart."

Hermione scratched her head in pain: "He's so sunny and decent!"

Ron knocked his long legs on the table, kicked on Lockhart's "I Can Magic", and said disdainfully: "How can sunny and decent people be proficient in black arts? Don't tell me that proficiency in defense against the dark arts does not mean Master the Dark Arts nonsense."

"The main reason is that he has always been unusually mediocre and poor, but if this is a deliberate cover and cover for his heir status, everything will make sense." Harry took the book from Ron's feet from the table Pulled it out and flipped through it casually.

"Like Quirrell last year, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is indeed a cursed position." Ron added.

"I know what you're talking about." Hermione tugged at her thick brown hair irritably, "The chamber of secrets hasn't been opened for a long time, but something happened to Lockhart when he came here, and his office is still a short distance away from the crime scene. Close. But he's done so many great things, oh—" She couldn't go on, and now her obsessive admiration for the great Professor Lockhart couldn't dispel her suspicions.

Finally, they decided to test Lockhart.

Since the elf disaster, Professor Lockhart has never brought living creatures into his classrooms.He now reads long passages from his books to his students, sometimes acting out dramatic passages.

Every time he asked Harry by name to help him reproduce the scene at that time, and then Harry refused strongly every time, even if he threatened Harry with deducting points, it would have no effect.He tried to pick Harry off against the other Gryffindors by deducting points, hoping that would bring Harry to his knees.

But it was useless, because Harry was the most powerful scorer in Gryffindor, and what he deducted was only the points that Harry himself added for Gryffindor.

In the end, he could only keep his eyes on Neville.

So far, the roles Neville has been forced into by Lockhart have included: a simple Transylvanian villager who was healed by the Bubbles charm; a snowman; and a vampire who, since Lockhart had dealt with him, ate nothing but turnips.

All funny buffoons.

Harry sympathized with Neville immensely.He encouraged Neville several times in private to be brave and not to be coerced by Lockhart, but every time Neville just smiled shyly and cooperated with Lockhart as usual in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Harry later found out that Neville actually liked to cooperate with the performance, which probably gave him a sense of being needed, and Harry just ignored him.

Only Ron and Seamus would laugh at Neville from time to time as a soft bone, and Neville was never angry.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart asked Neville to cooperate with him in performing the scene of defeating the werewolf. At the end, he still assigned a weird homework: "Write a poem about my deeds of defeating the werewolf in Wagga Wagga." ! The best writers will get several copies of "I Know Magic" signed by the author!"

The students started to leave.

Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione, "Are you ready?"

"We'll wait until everyone's gone," said Hermione. "That's fine."

Harry walked towards Lockhart's podium, Hermione followed Harry, and Ron sneaked around behind Lockhart, holding a small snake at Harry.

"Professor Lockhart," Hermione looked at Lockhart shyly, and said in an embarrassed tone, "We want to borrow a book from the restricted section of the library, can you help me sign the note ?"

Looking behind Lockhart, Harry added, "We believe this book will help us understand the slow-onset venom you talked about in Walking with Ghouls." Harry held up the note.

Lockhart took the note suspiciously: "What are you talking about? Harry. Are you talking like a bug?"

Hermione grabbed Harry and said, "I'm sorry, Professor, Harry got the wrong potion and ruined his throat."

Ron put away the little snake in his hand in frustration.

The three left the classroom, and Hermione said happily, "I knew Professor Lockhart was not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets."

Ron said sarcastically: "Now that he has lost even the last chance to prove that he is extraordinary, you just admit that he is a complete idiot!"

Harry frowned deeply: "I always feel that there is something special about him. Although his adventure travel notes are mainly bragging about his own great achievements, the occasional small details revealed should not be due to lack of experience. People who have experienced it can write it."

"Maybe it's all plagiarism." Ron said disdainfully.

Harry said dejectedly: "I checked, and no one has written a travel note similar to him, and no one jumped out to accuse him of plagiarism."

Hermione said in a trance and fascination: "I can't believe it. He signed it for me without asking what book we want to borrow. He is such a good teacher." She carefully signed Lockhart's book. Fold the note and put it away: "I want to keep it well as a souvenir. If I go to the forbidden and book section, I can just borrow Harry's invisibility cloak, and there is no need to waste Professor Lockhart's signature."

"Come on, his sloppy signature is only because he is a brainless idiot! If there is anything good about him, it can only be that Lockhart is very good at pleasing women!" Ron sneered: " Lockhart will sign everything that stays put." Ron said angrily, "He's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Defense Against the Dark Arts! But I didn't know I was in his class, except I learned anything other than not being able to easily let the elf out of the cage." He added angrily: "We all paid tuition, but we didn't learn knowledge in the most important class He is more unbearable than Professor Binns's class, at least Professor Binns' history of magic, as long as you listen to it, you can still learn something."

"I can't figure out why he would do this," even Hermione couldn't defend Lockhart now, she said, "Maybe, he has his own deep meaning."

"Could it be that Dumbledore specifically ordered him not to teach us actual Defense Against the Dark Arts knowledge? You know, Dumbledore has always refused to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and Sif is particularly good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. ’ said Harry thoughtfully.

Ron snorted viciously: "This old lunatic who takes money but doesn't deliver!"

The author has something to say: Dumbledore: This pot... I recited it!

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