HP When Harry is a Genius

For the rest of the trip, they didn't talk much more.at last.When the train finally stopped at Hogwarts station, it was a hectic ride out: owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked from under his hat.

The small platform at Hogwarts was already frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down.

"First graders come here!" a familiar voice called.Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around and saw Hagrid's burly figure at the other end of the platform.He is beckoning to panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"How's it going, you guys?" Hagrid called over the many heads.They waved at him but didn't get a chance to speak to him as people around them pushed them along the platform.

"Fine, it's just—uh, huh—" Ron wanted to tell Hagrid that Draco had been knocked out by the dementor hang on the train, but Hermione seemed to know what he was trying to say, Put it over his mouth.

Harry helped Draco up a rough, muddy road where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, each drawn by an invisible horse - a Thestral, in fact.

They have the head of a dragon, the body of a horse, a pair of bat-like wings, and silver-white eyes without pupils.Most students cannot see them, since only those who have seen death can see thestrals.

They climbed into a carriage, and as they got in, Draco looked around blankly, feeling as if something was watching him.Only Harry saw, however, that their Thestral was staring back at Draco with its silvery eyes.After closing the door, the Thestrals pulled the carriage and started driving, stumbling along the way.There is always a faint musty and straw smell in the compartment.

Draco looked much better since eating the chocolate, and Goyle and Crabbe had been surreptitiously watching him, as if afraid of him breaking down again.

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast iron gates, with many stone pillars on both sides, and a winged wild boar on the top.Harry saw two more tall, hooded dementors standing guard on both sides of the gate, and it seemed that another cold wave was hitting him.

Harry shrunk into the bumpy seat and held Draco and his suitcase tightly until they walked through the door.

The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive until it reached the castle.Harry leaned out the window, watching the turrets and towers approaching them.Finally, the carriage wobbled to a stop, and they got out, Ron, Hermione, and Professor Lupine getting out of the carriage behind.

They joined the crowd that went up the stone steps, past the great oak door, and into the deep vestibule.The torches were brightly lit in the vestibule.In the hall there is a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs.

The door on the right to the auditorium is open.Harry followed the crowd down the hall, but before he had time to look at the enchanted ceiling - which was dark and dark tonight - a voice called, "Potter! Come with me!" "

When Harry turned, Professor McGonagall was greeting him across the crowd.She has a stern look, with her hair pulled back in a tight bun and square glasses over her piercing eyes.

Draco walked away surrounded by Goyle and Crabbe, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Don't be so sad, I just want to have a few words with Potter in the office." Professor McGonagall said, "Weasley, Granger, go over there."

Professor McGonagall led Harry away from the chattering crowd.They walked through the vestibule, up the marble staircase, and down the corridor.They went into her office, a small room with a warm fire burning in the fireplace.

Professor McGonagall gestured for Harry to sit down, and she sat behind the table herself, and said, "Professor Lupine sent an owl first, saying that you fought off the dementors on the train with the Evoker Guard? Potter."

"I saw this spell when I was previewing the textbooks of the senior grades, and then Professor Snape pointed me out when I was in confinement. I used it successfully for the first time today, and the effect is not bad. It may be a coincidence." Harry was a little shy and Some proudly said.

"You are the smartest and hardest-working student I have ever taught." Professor McGonagall smiled lovingly: "You took all the courses this semester, didn't you?"

"Yes, Professor. I'm concerned that some classes will have conflicting schedules."

Professor McGonagall handed him a small golden chain: "This is the time converter you want, I hope you can make good use of it." She said seriously: "You have to make sure you only use it for study, And don't tell other people that you own this thing, let alone let other people use this thing, this is a requirement of the Ministry of Magic."

"Okay, Professor, I promise." Harry took the magic gold chain, "But, didn't Hermione? She also took all the courses."

"Sorry, I wrote many letters to the Ministry of Magic, but they only allow one. Granger, I hope you can keep it a secret," Professor McGonagall stroked his forehead helplessly, "Since she has taken all the courses, she should Just be prepared. I'll keep writing to the Ministry to get it, but I don't think there's much hope."

Harry nodded silently.

"Okay, be happy, young man, let's go to the auditorium now, there are new students coming over, we have to welcome them." Professor McGonagall stood up.

The auditorium was a sea of ​​pointed black hats.Each long table was filled with students, their faces glowing in the light of thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables.Little Professor Flitwick of goblin blood came out of the Great Hall carrying an ancient hat and a three-legged stool.

"Oh," said Professor McGonagall softly, "we missed the sorting ceremony."

Professor McGonagall walked slowly to her empty seat in the teachers' bench, and Harry walked as quietly as possible to the table in Gryffindor House.People looked back at them as he walked along the back of the hall, and a few pointed at Harry.

It seems that word has spread that the savior's patron saint is a Slytherin serpent.

"Did it really not be divided into wrong courtyards?"

"But Potter also drew the Gryffindor sword last term"

"He also has the wisdom of Ravenclaw"

"Isn't he really a dark wizard? What kind of evil person would use a snake as a patron saint?"

"Hush, keep quiet, be careful not to be heard by his stupid fans"

"Aren't you his brainless fan?"

"No, I'm a rational fan. I just admire his ability. You know, how many little wizards who have just entered the third grade can use the Patronus Charm?"

"Actually, it wouldn't be bad if he was really a dark wizard."

"That's right, I guarantee that Hufflepuff's gang of Potter fanatics headed by Justin Finlayry, wish Potter was a dark wizard. Dark wizards are more powerful, aren't they? Humph, I guarantee that Help the little badgers wish they had a dark wizard to lead them"

"Is it right for you, a Slytherin, to say that?"

"Although I am a Slytherin, my family has never had a dark wizard. My father was only under the Imperius Curse, and my family is all good people."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

……

Then the principal stood up and spoke.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, his beard gleaming in the light of the candles. "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! I have a few words for all of you. We are currently hosting a number of Dementors from Zkaban, they're here on Ministry business. You'll know that when they searched the Hogwarts Express."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school grounds, and during their stay I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors should not be deceived by tricks or disguises— Not even the Invisibility Cloak," he added blankly, and Harry and Ron glanced at each other. "Dementors don't know what pleas or excuses are by nature. So I warn each of you: don't give them any excuses to hurt you. I'm counting on the prefects, and our new Head Boys and Girls Chairman, you must ensure that no student will conflict with a dementor."

Percy was sitting just a few seats away from Harry when he puffed out his chest again and looked around impressively.

Dumbledore paused again. He looked around the Great Hall gravely. No one moved or made a sound.

"On a more pleasing note," he continued, "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year.

"The first is Professor Lupine, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was some sporadic, less enthusiastic applause.Professor Lupine looked shabby among all the well-dressed teachers.

Harry glanced at Snape, who, as expected, kept staring at Lupine with a disgusted expression.

Harry smiled. While developing a new wolfbane reagent, he hated the person he helped, which was Snape's style.

"As for our second appointment," said Professor Lupine after the half-hearted applause died down.Dumbledore continued, "Well, I regret to inform you that Professor Kettle Byrne, our Conservation of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year. Rubeus Hagrid will fill his vacancy, and Hagrid has agreed to In addition to serving as a hunting ground guard, he also serves as a teacher."

The applause from the Gryffindor table was exceptionally loud.Harry leaned forward to look at Hagrid, who was flushed and staring at his large hands, his smile hidden in his shaggy black beard.

"We should have known!" roared Ron, thumping the table. "Who else would tell us to get a book that bites!"

"It seems that Hagrid has completely cleared his reputation. He is no longer restricted to use his wand." Hermione said happily.

"Of course," Ron said eccentrically, "The descendants of those eight-eyed spiders helped him take the blame."

"Don't be like this, Ron," Harry said, "Don't be such a disappointment." But Harry himself didn't have much confidence in what he said. The dog, and the Norwegian Ridgeback that was hatched privately came to his mind in turn.

There are many gentle and cute Fantastic Beasts, but Hagrid always has a soft spot for the ferocious and dangerous ones.

"I don't want to spoil the fun either, but now I get angry when I think of magical creatures!" Ron said angrily, "When will you take your little snake away, and when will you let me not spoil the fun."

Harry stopped talking, and Hydra stayed in Ron's breast pocket all the time. It said that it must observe the variety and uniqueness of Scabbers.

When the banquet was over, Harry swarmed up the marble staircase with the Gryffindors.Harry felt his feet weigh heavily as he climbed the spiral staircase, and he now regretted bringing Sirius Black into Hogwarts.

Yuri Ellie slowly crawled out from Harry's sleeve: "Hiss, he probably hasn't woken up yet. I don't know how he will react when he wakes up and finds that he is in Hogwarts."

Impulse is indeed the devil.