HP When Harry is a Genius

As soon as he heard about the fugitive, Harry unconsciously pinched the wand hidden in his sleeve, and then let it go as if nothing had happened.

"That has nothing to do with us. We have the police. The police in England are not idle. We have 007, and James Bond will catch him." Aunt Maggie said happily, she ignored Uncle Vernon, Instead, she took out many light-emitting, singing and walking electric toys from the suitcase, including Transformers, Batman and Spider-Man, and even Barbie dolls and Hello Kitty. All these things were stuffed into Harry: "Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry happily took the toy, and he jumped on tiptoe and kissed Aunt Maggie's ugly big cheek.

Dudley made a puking face beside him.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked terrible.

Aunt Marge didn't care about this, she dug and dug in the suitcase, and finally found some tattered plush key chains in the corner.She raised her hand benevolently and handed the keychain to Dudley: "This is for you, although you don't have a birthday."

"Oh, thank you so much." Dudley took it lazily.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other helplessly, but neither of them dared to yell at Harry for giving all the presents to Dudley in front of Aunt Marge.Aunt Marge had great authority with the Dursleys.

However, Aunt Marge seemed to have expected something. She squinted at Aunt Petunia and snorted and said, "I warn you, Petunia, don't think of me giving Harry a gift. It's not me." Speaking of you, you are Harry's real aunt anyway, so you can't treat Harry too badly."

"Then you are still my real aunt!" Dudley muttered dissatisfied.

Aunt Maggie's face was serious when she heard this.

Uncle Vernon quickly pressed Dudley's head and said: "Stinky boy, why are you talking to the elders!" Then he said to Aunt Maggie almost flatteringly: "Don't worry Maggie, we are all very good to Harry, right? , Harry?"

Harry nodded quickly: "My aunt and uncle are very kind to me. My uncle paid the money for my summer camp during the summer vacation."

Aunt Marge was satisfied now.

Dudley snorted twice like an old sow.

Finally, the day Dudley had been looking forward to came, the last noon of Aunt Marge's visit here, Aunt Petunia had prepared a fancy dinner, and Uncle Vernon had opened several bottles of wine.Everyone drank soup and ate salmon, and not once did the annoying wanted man be mentioned.

Over lemon meringue pie, Uncle Vernon rattled everyone by babbling on about his Groning Company, which made drills.Then Aunt Petunia made coffee, and Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy: "Maggie, you can have some too."

Aunt Marge had had a good deal of wine.Her big face was already very red. "A little less, then," she giggled, "a little more than that, a little more, and that's all."

Dudley was eating his fourth slice of pie, Aunt Petunia was sipping coffee with her little finger up, and Uncle Vernon was amused by Harry's incessant compliments on Aunt Marge.

"Ah," said Aunt Marge, smacking her lips and putting down her empty glass, "what a treat, Petunia. Usually I just have a fry at night, and I have twelve A dog needs to be taken care of." She hiccupped loudly and patted her big belly. "Forgive me. But I do like seeing healthy, normal kids," she went on, winking at Dudley. "You're going to grow into a normal-looking man, Dudley, just like your father. Oh, Vernon, I'd like a little more brandy."

Dudley snorted, "Then I'd better not have a normal figure." But his voice was so small that Aunt Marge could not hear it, only his father could.

But his dad pretended not to hear.

"Here, this one—" Aunt Marge tossed her head at Harry. "This one had a stunted, smaller-than-normal look. Dogs have that, I picked up a dog last year, and it was a little rat-like thing. Weak, underdeveloped. But then Well, in the care of Colonel Fulbster and I, he's sleek and majestic, and stronger than any dog. You'll be like that, too, Harry."

"Natural blood isn't everything, that's what I said the other day. I'm not speaking ill of your family, Petunia!" She patted Aunt Petunia's bony hand with her big, shovel-like hand. , "But your sister is a badass. She comes from the best family. Then she ran off with a bad guy, and the consequences are now before our eyes."

Harry stared at his plate, a strange noise in his ear.Aunt Marge's voice seemed to penetrate his heart like a drill from Uncle Vernon's company.

"This Porter!" cried Aunt Marge, seizing the brandy bottle and pouring some more into her glass and onto the tablecloth, "how did you never tell me he was doing what?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked extremely focused.Dudley even looked up from his pie, gaping at his parents.

"He's not working," said Uncle Vernon, peeking at Harry. "Unemployed."

"I suppose so!" said Aunt Marge, taking a swig of brandy and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "A worthless, useless, lazy beggar, this kind of person, only this kind of person will get into a car accident because of drunk driving, only this kind of person will irresponsibly abandon his children to die!"

"He's not that kind of person," Harry said softly.

"It's okay, Harry." Aunt Marge hugged Harry into her arms and patted him on the back heavily, "I want to tell you that blood doesn't mean everything, you won't be like your scumbag old man." Just like Dad. We, Harry, are top students at Imperial College and will be the pillars of England in the future!"

"No, Harry will be exactly like his scumbag father, he'll be an unemployed juggler, then a conjurer wife, like Aunt Lily's, and end up with a little juggler. Repeat the cycle. Maybe That little juggler will be sent to me, a true pillar of England, to be raised in primary school, and I heard that those jugglers don't have a primary school." Dudley moaned again, but his voice was still very small , not for Aunt Marge to hear, but only for his mother.

His mother also pretended not to hear.

Harry was helplessly comforted by Aunt Marge in her arms, and now he could somewhat understand Dudley's complicated feelings towards Aunt Marge.

That night, after Aunt Marge left, Harry said goodbye to the Dursleys.He lied that last year's Weasleys were waiting for him outside, and the Dursleys didn't doubt his words, because Harry had said before that he might continue to visit wizard classmates this year.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia let Harry go despite cursing.Aunt Petunia even gave Harry the dog biscuits left by Aunt Marge, who threw them away when he went out.

Harry was a few blocks from home when he slumped down on a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from dragging boxes.He sat very quietly, but his heart was beating violently, and a strange feeling was always lingering in his heart, that is—panic.

Unparalleled panic.

In any case, he has never been in a worse situation than he is now.

He was walking alone in the dark Muggle world, and the black dog behind him had been following him quietly—it thought he hadn't been discovered, and it even ate the things Harry threw away on Lemon Road. Dog biscuits!

If Harry hadn't read the "Daily Prophet", he would never have connected this dirty, skinny black dog with Blake, who seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time.

In Harry's memory, Blake's Animagus state was black, sleek, elegant and beautiful, completely different from the sick and dirty thin dog in front of him.

Harry tried to compose himself, looking left and right at Magnolia Crescent.What will happen to him?Will he be killed by Black?Yet the sickly black dog looked as if he didn't even have a wand.Or does it mean that Black actually possesses the proficient wandless magic?That's why the daring honor of a master of arts dared to go to No. 6 Xiangning Street to follow him?

Is that skinny dog ​​really Blake?Does Blake look down on him that much?

Harry tightened his grip on the wand hidden in his sleeve. If it was really dangerous, he didn't care about breaking the law. His life was the most important thing.He must not let his life, which was bought by the sacrifice of his parents, die prematurely here.

Harry thought for a while, he really didn't want to walk to Diagon Alley on his own legs in the middle of the night, especially with a ghostly black dog behind him.It's safer to take the Knight Bus, and if you happen to meet a powerful wizard, you can even get a helping hand.

But before that, if that bitch in the back is really his good godfather—

Harry suppressed the disdain for himself in his heart, quickly pulled out a piece of paper, and scribbled on it under the dim streetlight [Headmaster is well, I went to the Leaky Cauldron for summer vacation. You sent me the third grade book list to the wrong place.Harry. 】

Hedwig stretched out her front legs and asked Harry to tie the note to her legs.

"Girl, go to Hogwarts and find Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry said loudly, making sure the black dog behind him could hear him.Then he whispered to Hedwig, "Forget it if you can't find it, I'll go to the Leaky Cauldron. You must fly over tomorrow morning."

Hedwig affectionately rubbed Harry's face and flew away.

Harry watched Hedwig's figure disappear into the night sky, and instantly regretted it.

He still lacks the style of a general who is not afraid of danger. When a good godfather is involved, he will lose his position.Can Blake be as powerful as Voldemort?What's more, Black just escaped from prison, his physical condition is very poor, and he doesn't have the strength at his peak at all.The basilisk Uriel and Hydra will be summoned soon. No matter how powerful Blake is, can he escape Uriel's eyes and fangs?

So why did he send this letter of weakness to Dumbledore that there is no silver 300 taels here?Dumbledore might laugh at him more.

Shame, shame!

I wish Dumbledore had traveled the world, and Hedwig hadn't been able to hand him the note.

With a bitter mouth, Harry raised his spare wand and emitted a small fluorescent flash, calling for the Knight Bus as a ride signal.It is already far away from No. 6 Xiangning Road. The Ministry of Magic should not be able to detect such a weak level of magic power fluctuations, and even if it is detected, it will not be suspected of him.Moreover, Harry did not use magic in front of Muggles, a black dog in a suspected illegal Animagus state does not count.

With the faint light from the tip of his wand, Harry looked behind him into the narrow space between the fence and the garage, between the gravel of the second wall and the gleaming garage door.Harry saw clearly, the monstrous silhouette of something very large with large, dimly glowing eyes.

Harry was almost sure it was Sirius Black!

Seconds later, a three-decker bus with huge wheels and headlights screamed out of thin air and stopped in front of Harry.Gold letters on the car's windshield form the words: Knight Bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want. My My name is Stan Sampak, and I'm your conductor tonight."

The conductor was not a few years older than Harry, at most 19 years old, with a pair of big fan ears and a few small pimples on his face.

"Where are you going?" Stan asks, letting go of his professionalism.

"Broken Ax," Harry said nervously, peeking out of the corner of his eye at the black dog sitting in the dark alley.My hands are full of sweat.

"Is there anything there?" Stan asked curiously.

Harry answered with a trembling voice, "Yes, a black dog has been following me."

"Black dog, that's unlucky!" Stan wrinkled his nose in disgust. "However, I guess that dog may have fallen in love with you. These days, stray dogs always hope to be adopted." He said plainly.

"Oh? Really? Yes, I think, I should adopt him." Harry said mysteriously.