HP When Harry is a Genius

Professor McGonagall brought Harry to a huge, hideous stone monster.

"Iced lemonade!" she said.This was obviously a password, and the monster suddenly came to life and jumped aside. The wall behind it was split in two. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase, which was slowly moving upwards, like an escalator.

As soon as Harry and Professor McGonagall stepped up, there was a boom behind them, and the wall closed again.They spun higher and higher, higher and higher, until Harry, feeling a little dizzy, saw ahead a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

At the top, they stepped out of the stone staircase, and Professor McGonagall knocked on a door.The door opened quietly, and they walked in.Professor McGonagall told Harry to wait, and left, leaving Harry alone.

Harry looked around.

One thing is certain: of all the teachers' offices Harry has visited this year, Dumbledore's is the most interesting.

It was a large, beautiful circular room, filled with all sorts of funny little sounds.On the table with slender legs, there are many strange and weird silverware, spinning, emitting small puffs of smoke.The walls are covered with portraits of old principals and headmasters, all snoring softly in their frames.

On a shelf behind the desk lay a tattered, crumpled wizard hat - the Sorting Hat.

Harry hesitated.

He looked warily at the sleeping wizards and wizards on the surrounding walls.Surely it wouldn't hurt if he took the hat off and tried it on again, wouldn't it?

He was just curious about Godric Gryffindor's relics.The basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is so magical, so the Sorting Hat, which is also a relic of the founder of the college, won't be so bad, right?

Harry walked quietly around the table, picked up the hat from the shelf, and slowly put it on his head.The hat was too big, and it slid down over his eyes, just like the first time he had it on.Of course, he still hasn't forgotten to activate Occlumency.

Harry stared at the black lining of his hat, waiting.

At this time, a small voice said in his ear: "Why wake me up? Harry Potter."

"Well," Harry whispered vaguely, "I'm sorry to bother you. I wanted to ask—"

"What is there to ask? You won't follow my advice anyway." Hat yawned.

"Uh..." Harry was a little embarrassed.

"I still say that, Slytherin House and Ravenclaw House are more suitable for you. Now it seems that Slytherin House is the most suitable." The Sorting Hat said sincerely.

Harry's heart beat wildly: "Then, is it possible for me to become the heir of Slytherin?"

"Heh," the Sorting Hat sneered: "Young man, it's always good to have a little dream. Why don't you put me back and have a good sleep?"

Harry's heart sank just now.He grabbed the top of the hat and took it off.The hat hung limply and dirty in his hand.

Harry angrily put the hat full of wake-up spirit back on the original shelf: "Go to sleep!"

The hat spun around, pointing its ass at Harry - if it had one.

At this time, there was a burst of suppressed laughter from the side, as if someone was trying to hold back the laughter but couldn't hold it back.

Harry turned away immediately.The laughter came from a portrait.It was a wise-looking wizard with a goatee.He was dressed in a silver and green Slytherin outfit and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Hello." Harry said politely.

The wizard in the portrait is still asleep.

"Stop pretending, I hear you laughing at me," said Harry.

The wizard in the portrait couldn't pretend anymore, he moved exaggeratedly and opened his eyes wide. "Are you calling me?"

"You laughed at me first," said Harry.

The wizard smiled happily. "Ah, I was kidding you. You want to be the heir of Slytherin, don't you?"

"No." Harry denied.

"Hey, I heard it all. Young man, you can't hide it from me." The wizard said, "But, according to the Sorting Hat, you rejected his proposal to put you in Slytherin and insisted on going to Granville." Fendo. What, do you regret it?"

Harry didn't answer, "Who are you?" he asked.

The wizard straightened his back proudly, and said, "I am the headmaster from Slytherin, Phineas Nigellus Black, the most popular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts!"

"Oh?" Harry raised his eyebrows, "Are you the most popular principal?"

Phineas looked at Harry proudly.

"Whether you are the most popular headmaster or not, I don't have a good opinion of Black anyway." Harry said disdainfully.

"Because of Sirius Black? That's my great-great-grandson." The wizard still said proudly, "That's a beautiful child."

"You like him even though he betrayed the family and is a Gryffindor?" Harry asked sarcastically.

Phineas looked at Harry strangely: "Why don't I like him? He is the only descendant of the Black family. Isn't it just murder and arson? What's the matter? He is my only great-great-grandson."

"It's a pity that he was imprisoned in Azkaban. I'm afraid the Black family will not be able to pass on." Harry said bitterly.

Phineas glared at him angrily.

At this moment, there was a strange choking sound behind him, and Harry turned away.

On a tall gilded perch behind the door stood a doddering bird that looked like a turkey that had been plucked.

Harry stared at it, and the bird looked back at him wistfully, making that suffocating noise.

Harry thought it looked very ill.Its eyes were dull, and while Harry was watching it, a few more feathers fell off its tail.

Harry thought angrily that if Dumbledore's bird died and he and the bird were alone in the office, that alone would be enough for him.I hope that the portrait of the principal from the Black family can testify for him at that time.

Just as he was thinking this way, Bird's whole body suddenly caught fire.

Harry looked at it in surprise.The bird quickly turned into a ball of fire, screamed, and disappeared, leaving only a half-extinguished pile of ash on the floor.

Harry's eyes lit up all of a sudden: This is Phoenix!Legend has it that it comes from the far east, and together with the dragon, it is the totem of that mysterious ancient country!

The door of the office opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a serious expression on his face.

"Professor!" Harry said with his eyes shining, "Your phoenix, it may have been reborn!"

Dumbledore smiled. "It's about time," he said. "Fawkes has been looking terrible for days, and I've been telling him to hurry up. But I'm curious, how did you know it was a phoenix?" "

"When I was buying a wand in Ollivander's store, he told me that the core of my wand was a phoenix feather. Then I went to check the information about the phoenix. The book said that when the phoenix was about to die, it would Will die, and then rise from the ashes." Harry said shyly.

"You're sharp, you're smart, and you're hardworking." Dumbledore said in an appreciative tone, "Harry, look at it."

Harry looked down just in time to see a small, wrinkled chick poking its head out of the ashes.

It looks as ugly as the old bird just now.

"Wow! Amazing!" Harry couldn't help exclaiming.

"It's a pity that you saw it on Nirvana Day." Dumbledore said regretfully. "It is very beautiful most of the time: it is full of amazing red and gold feathers. The phoenix is ​​really a very strange and fascinating life .They can carry extremely heavy loads, their tears are healing, and they make exceptionally loyal pets."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, but there was no trace of regret on the old headmaster's face.Harry even vaguely felt that he was showing off.This subtle expression is a bit like——

Kind of like the look on Uncle Vernon's face when he greeted his darling Dudley to see his new car and rifle.

Harry shook his head, expelling this absurd association. How could it be possible that Dumbledore specially called him to come and see the Phoenix Nirvana.

Sure enough, Dumbledore sat down in the high-backed chair behind the desk and fixed Harry with his light blue, penetrating eyes.

"Harry, I want to talk to you," said Dumbledore, his face hardening.

Dumbledore studied him, the tips of ten long fingers touching. "I have to ask you, Harry, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" he said gently. "Anything."

A long, suffocating silence.

Harry said, "Yes, sir," he said quietly.

"Oh? So what's the matter?" Dumbledore looked at Harry with encouraging eyes.

"I'm a Parseltongue," said Harry.

Dumbledore looked at him silently, then suddenly smiled.

"That's amazing, Harry." He blinked slyly from under the half-moon-shaped mirror frame, "I've been wanting to master this skill since decades ago. But so far, I've only learned the mermaid language Talk to goblins. You are better than me."

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Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were both attacked, turning the already tense atmosphere at Hogwarts into genuine panic.

Oddly enough, it was what happened to Nearly Headless Nick that caused people to panic the most.

What could do such a thing to a ghost, and people asked each other, what terrible power could injure a dead man?

The students were almost scrambling to reserve seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to go home for Christmas, away from this campus full of gossip.

In the second week of December, Professor McGonagall came over as usual to collect the list of students who stayed for Christmas.

Ron signed the list and he, Fred, George and Ginny decided to stay at school instead of going to Egypt with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to see Bill.

Disapproving of their childish behavior, Percy proudly tells them that he's staying for Christmas only because, as a straight A student, it's his duty to support teachers during this tumultuous time.

Hermione was home, and she missed her Muggle parents.

Malfoy Manor was raided by the Ministry of Magic a few days ago. Although nothing dangerous was found, Narcissa and Lucius still wrote to Draco, asking him to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.The couple's relationship will be going up and down over Christmas, and it will be very busy.

So Draco unexpectedly chose to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas.As for Goyle and Crabbe, they did what Draco did, so they also chose to stay in school.

"I'm here to accompany the Headmaster." Draco said to Harry: "The Headmaster refuses to go to Malfoy Manor for Christmas every year. Dad said that if it weren't for the library in Malfoy Manor, he wouldn't want to step into it. Our family is one step away. But my mother really couldn't bear to let him stay in Hogwarts in desolation alone for the holidays, so she let me stay."

So this year's Christmas Eve and the few days before, Harry did not gather at Gryffindor Castle with the Weasley brothers, but stayed at the Potions Professor with Draco, Goyle and Crabbe. In the cold cellar.Then under Snape's order, Silence tidied up the potion warehouse for him for several days.

Goyle and Crabbe must regret following Draco blindly, Harry thought.Because in the cellar, Snape forbade them to eat snacks.

In this way, Snape still refused to let them go.He had almost finished the box of Muggle medical books that Harry sent him during the summer vacation, and he asked Harry and Draco to continue to come to this cold cellar from tomorrow, that is, from Christmas Day— —Copy and organize his messy annotations and manuscripts on each book into a unified parchment for him.

Even if Harry and Draco are hard-working and good students, they can't bear the lonely and boring copying of manuscripts on Christmas Day.They each grabbed Snape's arm coquettishly: "Dean/Sev, let's forget about the holidays for the next few days, but this is Christmas, and there is only one day like this in a year. Let's do something happy ~"

However, Snape just looked at them ruthlessly, his eyes seemed to be colder than the petrification curse of the basilisk: "This is my happiest thing. Why, Saint Potter and kind Malfoy, even such a small wish Can't it be done for your poor Potions master?"

Goyle and Crabbe looked at them sympathetically.Neither of them had good Potions scores, and they didn't plan to improve in this area in the future, so when they heard Snape say that they didn't need to come to this cellar to do coolies, they were almost relieved.

It was the most academically boring Christmas Harry had ever had, almost like a solitary confinement.Fortunately, he received a lot of Christmas presents, which made him feel a little comfort.

Narcissa gave him a set of robes and a box of candy, and there was a copy of "Glory of the Ancient Nobles in the Magic World" in the candy, which Draco said must have been stuffed in by his father.

Harry felt that instead of this book, Mr. Malfoy's book of business would be more to his liking.Harry has always been curious about how the Malfoy family manages this huge family business to ensure its longevity.

Harry sometimes even wondered if the Malfoy family was secretly running some kind of business in the Muggle world.

Mrs. Weasley was also similar to last year, giving him a hand-knitted sweater similar to Ron's, and a big raisin cake;

Goyle and Crabbe sent sweets;

Pencey, Blaise, and Theodore all sent valuable scarves, which seemed to be negotiated;

Mabel of Gringotts sent a Galleon;

Old Mr. Bokin sent him a commodity price list;

Hagrid gave him a big bag of fudge, and Harry decided to let it soften by the fire before eating;

Ron gave him a book called "Flying with the Cannon Team", which was about some things about his favorite Quidditch team;

Hermione bought him an expensive quill;

After Dudley sent him a toothpick from the Dursleys, he sent over a lot of snacks;

There are also gifts such as chocolate flowers from familiar and unfamiliar people;

Draco gave him, oh my god, spare him a talking comb.

Even worse than Draco was Snape.

What the excellent Potions professor sent him was the other half of the notes and thoughts on the box of Muggle medical materials.He said that when Harry and Draco got this sorted out, they'd get their Christmas present - the notes they'd transcribed themselves.

"Sooner or later, I will make Sever as full of fireworks as Mr. Weasley!" Harry clenched his fists and set his ambition.

"Then your wish may not come true," Draco said to Harry sympathetically, "My parents have worked hard for decades without success."

The author has something to say: In the original book, when Justin and Nick were attacked, Lao Deng also asked Harry if he had anything to tell him, and Harry said—no.

"No," said Harry. "There isn't anything, Professor..."

However, Old Deng remained silent, staring at Harry with his light blue, penetrating eyes.

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Because, Lao Deng knows how to take mind and read 233333~

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Not everyone is lucky enough to witness the phoenix nirvana.Now I seriously suspect that Old Deng knew that Harry was not the murderer, but he still called Harry to the office to "scare" him, just to make him watch the Phoenix Nirvana...

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It's like a white-bearded grandfather saying hello: "Come on, big grandson, look, this silly bird is going to ba la la Xiao Moxian!"

读者“白胡椒粉”，灌溉营养液+10，2019-01-1619:48:27

grateful~