HP When Harry is a Genius

Then, the days passed, and there was no more attack at Hogwarts.Almost everyone seemed to think that the attacker, whoever he was, was done for good.

Hermione and the others became optimistic, thinking that they would never have to ask why Hagrid was fired that year.

Ron believed that Hagrid's conscience had found out.After all, he has silently endured so many innocent injustices for Hagrid, and anyone with a conscience will feel guilty and repent because of this.

A few mandrakes gave a boisterous, rowdy dance in Greenhouse Three, much to the delight of Professor Sprout.

"We'll know they're fully ripe when they want to move into someone else's pot," she told Harry, "and then we'll be able to bring those poor people on the hospital ward to life."

Recently, second-year students have new things to think about, and they should choose third-year courses.

In addition to the compulsory courses of Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Herbalism, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Astronomy, they also have a few optional electives, namely divination and protection of magical creatures. , Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.

The wizards and witches in Neville Longbottom's family wrote to him one after another, giving him many different suggestions on the issue of choosing courses.Neville was at a loss and was very nervous. He sat there looking at the course list, his tongue sticking out like a husky, and asked people if they thought Arithmancy sounded more difficult to learn than ancient runes.

Dean grew up around Muggles. He closed his eyes and used his wand to randomly click on the list, choosing whichever subject he clicked.

Hermione didn't take anyone's advice and followed Harry in signing all his subjects.

Harry didn't have the nerve to tell Hermione that he had taken all the courses just to ask Professor McGonagall for the Time-Turner, otherwise he wouldn't have taken any electives except Ancient Runes.

Especially the two courses of Muggle Studies and Arithmetic Divination.

Even Mr. Weasley, who was in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, didn't know what plugs and telephones were, and Harry felt that the Hogwarts professors didn't know much about Muggles.

Although the arithmetic and divination class and the divination class have different systems, they obviously constitute repetition in terms of results.Harry felt that in the whole of Hogwarts, no one was better at mathematics than himself.He used to be No.1 in the Olympic mathematics competition for elementary and middle school students in England for several consecutive years.

Harry admires divination and respects prophets, but he feels that he himself does not need to act and live according to divination and prophecy. Compared with the pessimistic attitude of fate, Harry believes in the principle that man can conquer nature.

However, in order to have a Time-Turner, it was necessary for the Head of the House to write various letters to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that the owner was a model student and that it should never be used for anything other than studies.

The Time-Turner appears to be a small shiny gold timepiece with a long, fine gold chain.Every time you turn it, you can go back in time by one hour.

Ordinary wizards don't know about this thing, and Snape hinted at the existence of this magical item.And Harry, after comprehending Snape's hint, immediately had an intuition that he must have this Pokémon.

So Harry really couldn't figure out why Hermione had to take all the courses, especially Muggle Studies.Didn't Hermione go to a Muggle primary school in Great Britain before going to Hogwarts?

He thought it was ridiculous that Muggle-borns were taking Muggle Studies.

And, do Hogwarts professors really understand Muggles?Mr. Weasley was in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department of the Ministry of Magic, and he dealt with Muggle objects all day long, and he didn't even know what a plug and a telephone were.How could Hogwarts professors be any better?

Harry tactfully pointed out to Hermione that some courses were unnecessary.But the little girl didn't listen to his advice. She found it fascinating to study anything from a magical point of view, including the study of Muggles.

Harry felt that Hermione might as well write more letters home and send them to her parents, or go home to participate in more Muggle activities during the winter and summer vacations, instead of expecting to learn the results of Muggle research at Hogwarts.

But he didn't persuade this stubborn little girl anymore, after all, everyone has the right to choose.

Gryffindor's next Quidditch match is against Hufflepuff.Regardless of everyone's opposition, Wood insisted that the players perform high-intensity wet body training after dinner every day.

This also made Harry very tired during this time, and his temper became worse and worse.Sometimes in the face of Wood's roar, he even couldn't help complaining that he should just quit the Quidditch team.

Every time Harry complained like this, Ron would say that he didn't know what to do with his blessings, that he would give Harry anything in exchange for being able to play on the Quidditch House team as a junior.

However, Harry has to complete the extra difficult homework assignments assigned to him by each professor, and digest the little things that Snape gave him from time to time, plus all kinds of difficult magic books he found by himself, he can't wait to read them every day. Break the time into several petals.

I just hope that in the third grade, I can get the time-turner that Snape said smoothly.

However, training is getting easier—or less rainy.When Harry walked to the dormitory to put down his broomstick the night before Saturday's match, he felt that the Gryffindor team had never been more sure of winning the Quidditch Cup.

But Harry's finally relieved mood didn't last long.

As soon as he came to the dormitory, he saw Neville with a panicked face.

The little chubby stammered, "Harry, I don't know who did it, and I just found out—"

Harry frowned and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

As soon as the door was opened, Harry saw Ron and Hermione with panicked faces, and a mess all over the floor.

The contents of Harry and Ron's trunks were thrown all over the place.Their clothes lay crumpled on the floor, all pockets turned out.The sheets were ripped from the bed, the drawers of the nightstand were pulled open, and the contents were scattered on the mattress.

Harry frowned and walked towards Ron, stepping on a few pages from "Walking with Trolls" under his feet.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Harry asked depressedly, "Have you been robbed?"

"Nothing is missing, even your Invisibility Cloak, but Riddle's diary is gone," Ron said to Harry in a low voice.

"What?! Didn't you tell you to carry it in your schoolbag or box when I was training?!" Harry looked at Ron angrily.

"However, I didn't expect someone to steal this thing. I was a little careless today. And this is our dormitory, which is very safe. Only Gryffindors can come in, and no one else knows our password." Ron beat his head in frustration.

"Exactly!" said Harry angrily. "Well, that's it. Forget about it!"

"But Harry, why did the Gryffindors steal this diary?" Hermione said worriedly.

Harry was extremely tired, and the continuous days of high-pressure training and heavy homework made him not in the mood to talk to his friends.

He waved his hand in annoyance: "Let's do this first, I want to clean up this messy room first, and then go to take a hot bath and have a good sleep. If you have anything to say, wait until the game is over tomorrow. But I suggest, Just forget about that diary."

Hermione bit her lip and said nothing.

They awoke early the next morning to a clear, sunny day with a pleasant breeze blowing gently.

"The perfect weather for a Quidditch match!" said Wood enthusiastically at the Gryffindor table, filling each team member's plate with plenty of scrambled eggs. "Harry, cheer up, you need Have a good breakfast."

Harry couldn't pull himself together.

He kept looking at the crowded Gryffindor table, wondering if the one who stole Riddle's journal was right in front of him.

Especially Neville.

Harry didn't think Neville had stolen the diary, but he felt that Neville, who sometimes seemed surprisingly perceptive, might know something and chose to hide it from him.

Harry guessed that Neville might have seen who the thief was, and he might be protecting that person!Otherwise, he rushes out here in a panic and has no silver 300 taels to explain to himself?

Hmph, this boy who was also born at the end of July is doing well!

Hermione urged Harry to report the theft to the school, but he was reluctant to do so.He had planned to give Riddle's diary to Dumbledore before, but that was based on the premise that he owned the diary.

Now, talk to Dumbledore with empty words?

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I know one of Voldemort's Horcruxes is a diary. Oh, you don't know what a Horcrux is? Then let me explain to you. What? How do I know? Oh, my own brain I used to have one. Oh, I promise I haven't been manipulated by the Horcrux in my head, I just learned a little magic like Avada Kedavra through it..."

This picture Harry thought was beautiful.

Harry, along with Ron and Hermione, left the Great Hall to collect his tournament belongings.At this time, his already heavy heart was filled with anger.

Because just as he stepped up the marble stairs, Harry heard the unforgettable voice of the basilisk again, and it was still the same sentence: "I will kill... let me tear... let me tear... kill you ..."

It's as if the basilisk can only say these few words when it's wandering.

Harry guessed that someone was going to be petrified again.He shook his head slightly, and walked out of the auditorium as if he hadn't heard.

Snape was right, he didn't need to meddle, and he was no match for the Basilisk.

Harry had never denied that he was hard-hearted, and besides, the mandrake was almost ripe.

By this time people were rushing out of the Great Hall, chatting and laughing loudly behind him, making their way from the main entrance to the Quidditch pitch.

"You'd better go," said Ron, "it's almost eleven o'clock and the game starts."

Harry walked quickly to Gryffindor Tower, picked up his Nimbus 2000, and joined the bustling stream of people passing through the stadium, and the players walked to the field amidst earth-shattering cheers.

Oliver Wood soars into the air, doing a warm-up flight around the goalposts.

The Hufflepuffs, dressed in canary yellow, were gathering to discuss tactics in the last minute.

Harry was about to get on his broomstick when Professor Milo suddenly sprinted across the field, a giant purple microphone in his hand.

"The game is cancelled," Professor McGonagall said into the packed bleachers through the microphone.

There were boos and shouts of displeasure from the crowd.

Wood looked dejected. He landed on the ground and ran towards Professor McGonagall without getting off his broom. "But the Professor!" he yelled. "We have to play, House Cup, Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout with the microphone: "All students must return to the common room of the college, where the person in charge of the college will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were back in the Gryffindor common room, where all the Gryffindors were huddled to listen to Professor McGonagall.

作者有话要说：衣酒扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2019-01-2422:31:15

读者“暮寒”,灌溉营养液+5，2019-01-2516:52:56

读者“千朝灯”,灌溉营养液+1，2019-01-2518:49:43

Deep emotion!