HP When Harry is a Genius

On Saturday morning, Harry woke up early, but he stayed in bed for a while.Thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match, he was a little nervous.Mainly thinking about what Wood would say if Gryffindor lost, but also thinking about the pressure he'd be under when they were up against a team riding the fastest broom money could buy.And, whether to win Draco or not, I'm so entangled.

You know, Draco put in too much sweat and passion for Quidditch training, and even Ron felt that he was really hardworking and diligent.Although Hermione said that Draco was just full of energy and had to let it go on the broom.But both Ron and Harry believed that Hermione, a nerdy and frail girl, couldn't understand the significance of Quidditch to boys, and Draco was the leader of those who were crazy about Quidditch.

"I totally understand Malfoy!" Ron said. "This is his first Academy Cup. If it were me, I might train harder than him and expect to win!"

Harry had never wanted his opponent to win more than he did now.

He was churning inside, and lay with eyes open for half an hour, then got up, dressed, and went downstairs for an early breakfast.When he got to the Great Hall, he found the rest of the Gryffindor team crowded around the long, empty dining table, nervous and taciturn.

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and the teachers and students of the whole school began to go to the Quidditch stadium.It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint thunder in the sky.

Ron and Hermione hurried over to wish Harry good luck as he entered the dressing room.

The players donned their bright red Gryffindor uniforms before sitting down to listen to Captain Wood's customary pre-match pep talk.

"The Slytherins have better brooms than we do," said Wood. "There's no denying that, and they've trained harder than us, and have flown in all weathers—"

"Shut up, Wood!" interrupted George Weasley, "I haven't had my clothes dry since September."

Wood, chest heaving with excitement, turned to Harry.

"It's up to you, Harry! It's up to them to see that it takes more than a rich dad and hard training to be a Seeker, we're fighting for talent! Either catch Malfoy before Malfoy Live the Snitch or die on the field! Because we gotta win today, Harry, we gotta win!"

All the team members, including Harry, listened impatiently to Wood's strange pre-match mobilization.

When they came out to the arena, they were greeted by a din of voices.There was mostly cheering, as both Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wanted to see Slytherins defeated, but there were also boos and boos from the Slytherins of the crowd.

Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch judge, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared menacingly at each other and clenched each other's hands unnecessarily.

"Listen to my whistle," said Mrs. Hooch. "Three, two, one!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, sending them off to take off, and the fourteen team members soared into the lead-grey sky together.Harry flew taller than the rest of the team, squinting and looking around, looking for the Snitch.

"Are you alright, Scarhead?" Draco called, as he shot under Harry, seemingly showing off the speed of his broom.

Harry shyly made a cheering gesture to him, "Come on, Draco!"

Draco was jerked sideways and nearly knocked off his broom by a heavy black Bludger.

Harry quickly flew to his side, and said anxiously, "Is there something wrong? Draco, why are you so careless!"

"Harry Potter! You play seriously!" Wood yelled at Harry from a distance.

It started to rain.Harry felt big drops of rain hitting his face, but fortunately he had the foresight to put a waterproof and moisture-proof charm on his glasses before the game.He yelled at Draco, "Draco, do you want me to cast a drying spell on your blond hair? Your hair is all messed up!"

Draco ran away from Harry on a broom, and Wood shouted angrily: "Harry Potter! If you don't concentrate on the game, I will kick you out of the team!"

Harry stuck out his tongue and began to search for the Snitch carefully, when the commentator Lee Jordan said: "The Slytherin team leads, ninety to thirty."

Apparently, the Slytherin team's super broom played a role.

Harry anxiously searched for the figure of the Snitch. He rose higher and higher, turned suddenly, spun around, turned sharply down, circled upwards, and circled east and west, taking a zigzag route.He was slightly dizzy, but kept his eyes wide open.The raindrops hit Harry's face, and he hung his head downward from time to time, dexterously dodging the Bludgers that shuttled ferociously among the players, searching for the missing Snitch.

"Are you doing ballet, Harry?" Draco yelled as Harry twirled hard through the air.

Harry smiled shyly at him: "Yeah, the flying method I came up with after thinking about it all night yesterday, how is it, Draco, handsome or not?"

Draco hated his own mouth, he wished he hadn't known this shameless messiah.

Harry was staring back at Draco, smiling, and that's when he saw, saw the Snitch, hovering just inches above Draco's left ear - Draco watching Harry's strange Flying way up, didn't notice it.

At that moment, Harry rode the broom soaring high into the air, then accelerated towards Draco.In the hazy rain curtain, Harry smiled and swooped down on the dull, glowing face.

He saw the pale face, the gray-blue eyes widened in surprise, "What are you—" Draco gasped, hastily dodging Harry's sudden impact.

Harry quickly reached out his right hand to grab the Snitch, while his left hand grabbed Draco's broom as he hurriedly backed away.

With a thunderous aura, he jumped onto Draco's broom quickly, and reached out to hold his own broom.

Afterwards, Harry held up the golden snitch in his right hand and his own broomstick in his left hand, sitting on the gloomy Draco's Nimbus 2001, and happily landed.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands!

With a "bang--", water splashed everywhere, and when it was about one or two meters close to the ground, Harry was thrown from the broom by Draco into the muddy pit on the ground.

"Do you just like to show off that much, Scarhead?" Draco said sinisterly, and rarely got angry at Harry, "First, you made a dangerous flight in the air to make a splash, and then you have successfully caught the Golden Snitch , but jumped on my broom deliberately and dangerously! Why, is it not enough to show your ability just by catching a snitch?"

"Aha, Draco, did you think I was handsome just now?" Harry got up from the puddle happily, covered in mud like a wild monkey in the rain, he said complacently: "I It was also a flash of inspiration that I thought of ending the game in this way."

Draco gritted his teeth and looked at him, turned around without saying a word and walked towards the Slytherin team bitterly.

Covered in mud, Wood gave Harry a heavy punch on the shoulder, with an uncontrollable smile on his face: "Your grab is really amazing! Harry, it's wonderful, I haven't seen you do it so beautifully before." Pass."

The rest of the Gryffindors also praised Harry for a job well done, while the Slytherins looked at Harry from the other side indifferently and angrily.

Harry accepted the compliments from Wood and his team members reservedly and excitedly, and helped Gryffindor turn defeat into victory, and he was also extremely proud in his heart.

Ron and Hermione came running from the stands.

"We won," said Ron, grinning across his face, "thanks to you for catching the Snitch. Malfoy looks like he wants to kill!"

"But why did you embarrass him on purpose?" said Hermione angrily. "Although you won the match, you can't insult your opponent."

Ron also looked at Harry strangely.

"Embarrassed? Why is it embarrassing? I thought he would like it." Harry explained, "He asked his dad to buy seven broomsticks. I thought he really wanted to win, and I couldn't lose to him on purpose."

"So you don't think Malfoy would appreciate you jumping on his broomstick with the Snitch?" Ron and Hermione looked at Harry with idiotic expressions.

"That's exactly what I thought at that moment," Harry blushed, "that would be the equivalent of ending the game with the Snitch."

Ron and Hermione were amazed at Harry's EQ, and they all gave Harry a thumbs up.

That night, when the Gryffindors were all enjoying the celebration feast in the common room, Neville rushed in from outside.

"Colin! Colin Creevey has been turned into stone!" Neville rolled his eyes and passed out after finishing speaking.

On Sunday morning the news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and now lay dead in his ward spread throughout the school.Suddenly, rumors were flying in the school, and everyone was suspicious.

"How is it, Harry?" Ron and Hermione looked nervously at Harry who was talking to a little snake in the abandoned classroom.

Harry's face was very ugly, like ice in winter.

"Several young snakes were killed and torn in two, and the others didn't see an heir." Harry's voice was sullen.

"Don't Slytherins admire snakes? How come?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Obviously, Slytherins are cunning, even their own kind," said Ron.

The first-year students began to move around in groups of three or four, as if they were afraid that they would be attacked if they acted alone.Ginny sat at the table with Colin Creevey in Charms and was very distraught.Fred and George, trying to please her, took turns to tease her by jumping out from behind the statue in feathers or scabies, which Harry felt was doing her a disservice.

They stopped messing around after Percy, incoherently angry, told them he was going to write to their mother, Mrs. Weasley, and tell her that Ginny had nightmares at night.

During this time, without telling the teacher, everyone chattered and exchanged amulets, exorcisms, and other gadgets for protecting themselves.

The practice quickly spread across the school, and Neville Longbottom bought a large, stinking onion, a pointed amethyst, and a rotting salamander tail.It turns out the other Gryffindor boys tell him that he's not actually in danger: he's pure-blooded, so he won't be attacked.

"They started with Filch," said Neville, his round face full of terror. "Everyone knows I'm pretty much a Squib."

"But you are very talented in herbal medicine." Hermione comforted him: "You are safer than me, after all, I am still Muggle-born."

But that didn't comfort Neville at all.

作者有话要说：读者“Pumian”,灌溉营养液+12019-01-0923:48:25

读者“狐狸崽”,灌溉营养液+102019-01-0818:45:11

Thanks to the two little angels, thank you~