HP When Harry is a Genius

After a while, the sliding door of the train compartment was opened and three boys entered.

Harry recognized the middle one immediately, the platinum-haired boy he'd met in Madam Malkin's robe shop.He watched Harry with far greater interest than he had in Diagon Alley.

The other two boys were sturdy chubby little boys, standing on either side of the platinum boy, one on each side, like a pair of his bodyguards.

"Is it true?" asked the platinum boy, "my dad and mom's friends said that Harry Potter will come to Hogwarts this year too. Messy black hair, ridiculous round glasses, impressive Hate faces. So, that's you. Right?"

"Yes," said Harry, frowning at the boy's adjectives. "Who are your parents' friends?"

"Severus Snape, the professor who accompanied you shopping in Diagon Alley. He's the Head of Slytherin, and my dad just took me to visit him in Spider Alley yesterday. You know, I'm definitely going to Sorted into Slytherin House." The boy said cheerfully, "Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle. My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

He held out his hand to shake Harry's.

Harry smiled and held him back: "Well, nice to meet you, may I call you Draco?"

The boy lifted his chin triumphantly, and said in a haughty and haughty tone: "I allow you to be called by my Christian name. Then Potter, I ask to sit in this carriage!"

Harry smiled shyly: "Yes, I hope you can call me Harry."

The boy said in an operatic drawl, "Yes, Harry." He sat down next to Harry, crossed his legs triumphantly, and said to his little follower, "You two, go unpack your luggage." Here, we're going to sit in Harry Potter's compartment!" He tilted his head and thought for a while, then added, "Don't tell anyone!"

Harry smiled and looked at the handsome boy in front of him with high spirits, especially his light blond hair and gray-blue eyes, which were typical of Germanic nobles.

The children of Snape's "friends"?

What a domineering young master.I hope you will continue to be so domineering, and don't become the kind of person who smiles on the surface and stabs a knife in the back.Since you took the initiative to extend your hand to me, then you must always be loyal to me and never betray.Otherwise, no matter what families or forces are behind you, I will let you experience the pain of the world.

"So, does it really exist? I mean the lightning scar on your head." The platinum boy asked excitedly.

"Yes," said Harry.

"So, does it hurt, is it left by the mysterious man, I mean—" the platinum boy was very excited: "You know, many people grew up listening to your stories."

"It doesn't hurt, do you want to see it?" Harry said with a smile, stretching out his hand to smooth his bangs, revealing the scar.

The scar on his forehead had caused Harry all kinds of trouble.

Before destroying the piece of soul left by Voldemort, Harry once wondered why strangely dressed people always rushed up to shake his hand while walking on the road.After destroying the Soul Piece, and sneaking through the Broken Ax Bar many times to find out the cause of the incident, he can now take it lightly.

Besides, every time he participated in various science competitions, he was often sought after by Muggle children and parents.Whether he cared or not, Harry was used to close and special attention.

"It's nothing special." Draco looked carefully at Harry's scar, and rubbed it lightly with his hands twice.But he quickly lost interest in it: "Which house do you think you will go into? You were brought here by Snape. I guess you might be a Slytherin too."

"I don't know, maybe it's more likely Gryffindor," Harry replied, "Both my parents are from Gryffindor."

"That's right, the Potters belong to Gryffindors." Draco said indifferently, "But my father said that Slytherin and Gryffindors are incompatible."

"So," Harry smiled coyly, "you're going to stop being friends with me just because I'm in Gryffindor?"

"How could that be!" Draco rolled his eyes in contempt, and raised his pointed chin proudly, "I'm not like those idiots, besides, my father reminded me that I should get along well with you of."

"Your dad?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Draco raised his chin proudly, "My father's name is Lucius Malfoy, and he is the director of Hogwarts!"

"Then, even if I'm sorted into Hufflepuff, you'll still be my friend, right?" Harry blinked his big emerald eyes and asked nervously.

"Hufflepuff..." Draco obviously hesitated, "The savior... shouldn't be sorted into Hufflepuff, right?"

"So what if I'm sorted into Hufflepuff?" Harry said, "You know, I was raised by Muggles and never had any exposure to magic."

"Then," Draco gritted his teeth, seemingly after a fierce struggle, "No, even if you enter Hufflepuff, I will not abandon you!"

He spoke loudly and comforted Harry.

"You know, Hufflepuff...isn't particularly bad. It symbolizes...symbolizes...loyalty...stoic...well, hard work..." Draco whispered, especially when When it comes to the word hard work, the brows are all wrinkled together.

"Okay," Harry laughed, and stopped teasing the tangled pretty boy. "After hearing what you said, I'm not so scared. I don't think I should be sorted into Hufflepuff."

While talking, Crabbe and Goyle had already returned to the car with their luggage.The train was out of London, and now they were speeding along fields full of cattle and sheep.

At about half past twelve, there was a loud clattering sound of carts in the aisle, and a woman with a smile and dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food from the cart?"

Draco jumped up and bought some of everything that was in place on the trolley.

Bibi multi-flavored beans, Chubao super bubble gum, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pies, pot cakes, licorice magic sticks, all kinds of weird foods are piled up on the tables in the car.

"Harry, I invite you to eat!" Draco's platinum-blond hair flickered, and he raised his chin to Crabbe and Goyle: "And you."

"Thanks, I'm starving," said Harry, taking a big bite out of the pumpkin pie.

Crabbe and Goyle got rid of the embarrassment they had when facing Harry when they had something to eat, and they happily unwrapped the snacks and began to eat.

The two were puzzled, obviously the surviving boy seemed not easy to get along with at all, but why could Draco discuss with him the matter of the savior entering Hufflepuff so calmly?

Harry opened the Chocolate Frog and took out the card.

It was a man's face, with half-moon glasses, a long, crooked nose, and hanging silver hair and beard.

The name under the picture is: Albus Dumbledore.

The white-bearded old man on the screen winked at him, and Harry recognized him—the man who sent himself to the Muggle world to enjoy a "happily princely life".

Harry turned the card over and read the words on the back:

【Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time.

Dumbledore's well-known contributions include defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in [-], discovering twelve uses of dragon's blood, and being effective in alchemy with his partner Nicolas.

Dumbledore liked chamber music and bowls. 】

"He's an old lunatic," Draco leaned over to take a look. "My dad said he insisted on protecting those Muggles, insisting that mudbloods should have the same status and rights as purebloods."

"Oh, what does your dad think?" Harry asked.

"Hmph, the nobility of pure blood is inviolable!" Draco said disdainfully, "How can those dirty Muggles and mudbloods compare with pure blood?"

Harry smiled, noncommittal.

Lucius Malfoy, the backbone of the former Death Eaters.After Voldemort's defeat, he escaped the trial inexplicably, making the Malfoy family still occupy the top position in the magical family.

Harry knew a lot about the wizarding world by now.

"But these political differences are for grown-ups!" Draco continued, shrugging his shoulders, "We children don't care about these, do we?"

"You're right." Harry replied: "The theory of blood is indeed not a topic we can care about right now."

At this time, the fields speeding past outside the car window looked even more barren, and a neat farmland had disappeared.Then came a forest, a winding river, and dark green hills.

Someone knocked on their door.

The round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and three quarters, Neville Longbottom, entered, his eyes welling with tears.

"Excuse me," he said, "but I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

Harry shook his head.

He burst into tears: "I lost it again! It keeps trying to get away from me!"

"It'll come back," said Harry.

"Yes," said the boy sadly, "then if you see--"

He walked away crying.

"I know him." After Neville left, Draco said contemptuously: "The child of the Longbottom family, many people think he is a squib!"

Crabbe and Goyle also looked disdainful.

"Draco," Harry said, "don't say that in front of him."

"I'm not afraid of him, and I didn't say that in front of him." Draco was very disapproving, "I just think he doesn't deserve the surname Longbottom, my father said that the Longbottoms are also a very powerful family. My heart goes out to the Longbottoms."

"Well, good." Harry smiled.

"Why do you sound like a child?" Draco raised his eyebrows dissatisfied.

"Well, did you?" Harry smiled shyly, blinking his emerald eyes innocently.

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