HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry knew his name was Harry Potter, his father was James, his mother was Lily, and his godfather was a big black dog named Sirius.He even knew that besides the big black dog Sirius, Dad's best friend also had a wolf and a mouse, the wolf's name was Lupin, and the mouse's name was Peter.

Of course, apart from Dad's best friends, Harry also knew that Mom's best friend was called Severus.Although Dad seems to dislike this person very much, and Mom is always full of sadness when mentioning this person, but it cannot be denied that this person named Severus Snap is indeed a good friend that Mom considers.

But, but!These are not important, what is important is that Harry knows that he is a genius, an unparalleled genius!

Harry felt as if he had lived a long, long time, many lifetimes.But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember the great events he had experienced.All he can remember is his parents nagging him through his belly every day.What about the Potter family's specialty Quidditch Seeker, what mother's green eyes are as beautiful as emerald gems, what moon face, prongs, Padfoot, Wormtail's heroic deeds and so on.

In fact, Harry found to his dismay that although he had lived for a long time, he was almost meaninglessly sleeping. Otherwise, with his amazing memory that he could almost remember every nagging of his parents, how could he not remember himself? Any feats of brilliance besides belly kicking daddy and somersaults?

Until one day, Harry heard his mother say, "Harry is eight months old, and he's getting naughty in his belly", and he realized that he didn't live a long time, but the opposite.But the good news is that it is said that in two months, he will be able to see for himself how charming his mother's eyes are and how messy his father's hair is.

The good news that he can leave his mother's belly dilutes Harry's depression because he finds that his life is not rich, and replaces it with a kind of excited expectation and a little worry. Inherited from Dad's messy hair.But soon, this faint worry no longer occupied his concern, because our thinking Harry came to a conclusion pleasantly, that is, he, Harry James Potter, is definitely a genius!An unparalleled genius!

Of course, Harry didn't come to this conclusion casually.He was not based on his father's exaggerated showing off, nor his mother's expectant encouragement to him, nor was he based on the praise of the big black dog that appeared from time to time. He was based on the eight words in the conversation between his parents. The state that a [-]-month-old fetus should have is compared with itself.

Harry wondered in his mother's womb: How many eight-month-old fetuses can mobilize and use magic?How many eight-month-old fetuses can clearly remember everything they hear through their belly?How many eight-month-old fetuses can express various emotions with varying degrees of kicking and rolling over?Most importantly, how many eight-month-old fetuses love to think like him?

Therefore, Harry was pleasantly surprised and proudly determined that he was definitely a rare genius!

The days of ease always pass quickly.Before Dad had time to tell him the history of the Potter family, before Mom had finished knitting the little red sweater, and before Harry had time to manipulate his disobedient little tongue to surprise Mom and Dad, a happy, carefree and happy life began. over.

Harry will always remember that day vividly.

Dad was blowing out puffs of colored smoke from his wand, amusing him in his blue pajamas, giggling as he grabbed the smoke and squeezed it in his little fist.

Mom walked into the bedroom, with long dark red hair hanging down her face, she said that it was getting late and she wanted to take him to rest.Dad picked him up and gave him to Mom, then threw his wand on the couch, stretched, yawned...

At this time, there was a sudden explosion downstairs.

Dad rushed downstairs...

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll stop him—"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground...

Mom screamed and tried to hold him and hide...

Footsteps on the stairs...

Mom hugged him tightly, "Harry, mom loves you, dad loves you, Harry must be strong, Harry lives"...

The man in black slammed open the door, and with a lazy flick of his wand, he tossed aside the chairs and boxes that Mom had hastily piled behind the door...

Mom immediately put him in the cradle behind her, and spread her arms, hoping to keep him out of the way...

"Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!"

"Get out of the way, stupid woman... get out of the way..."

"Don't kill Harry, please, kill me, kill me—"

"My last warning—"

"Don't kill Harry, please... have mercy... have mercy... don't kill Harry! don't kill Harry! Please - I can do anything -"

"Get out of the way - out of the way, woman -"

A green light flashed in the room, and my mother fell down.

Harry didn't cry all the time, he stood up tremblingly, clutching the rail of the cradle, looking up at the man's face.He still doesn't understand the real meaning of "killing", thinking that his parents are just playing a game with his friends. He heard from his parents that no one can enter his home except his most loyal friends.

The man pointed the wand to his face very carefully, and the cold touch finally caused him to cry, and the man seemed impatient to hear the crying.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light flashed again, much more dazzling than before, forcing him to close his eyes.Open it again, and the surroundings are already in ruins.He finally knew that this was not an easy game...

Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting there, all he knew was that his body seemed to be stiff, his eyes were uncomfortable, his throat was burning like fire, and his whole face was burning, especially the one on his forehead, as if he had been stabbed. The knife kept poking.

He is tired and hurts.Such a young and soft body did not allow him to sit for a long time, but he just sat stubbornly, staring stubbornly at the bright red hair of his mother in the ruins through the fence of the cradle.

He felt that his mother had just fallen asleep, that she would always get up from the ground, and then kiss him as usual.

Harry worried that if he got distracted he might miss his mother's waking moment.

It seemed like a long, long time, and it seemed that it was only a moment before my mother fell, and finally someone broke into this ruined home.Harry recognized the man, it was Sev.Although he had never been at home before, his mother showed him his photos more than once, and told him that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would ask Sif to teach him how to make potions.

Harry thought all his tears had been shed.But when he saw Sif crying in despair holding his motionless mother, he realized that his tears seemed to never run out.

Through blurry tears, Harry looked at the man in front of him who was crying heartbreakingly while hugging his mother. His sticky and greasy hair was messy on his forehead, and his sinister hooked nose looked fragile and helpless at the moment. Tears and snot, constantly saying sorry, the whole person is full of despair and regret.

Harry didn't know why he was saying sorry, it just occurred to him that Mom and Dad never seemed to wake up.The big black dog is not here, the werewolf and the mouse are not here, there is only this man here at the moment, only this man whom mother calls her best friend.Maybe this person can hug him and give him warmth like mom and dad.

Harry opened his arms and called out the first words of his life.

Severus Snape held Lily who was still warm and wept regretfully. If he hadn't told the Dark Lord about the damn prophecy, wouldn't Lily have died?But the Dark Lord promised that he would not kill Lily, Dumbledore promised that he would protect Lily, they promised themselves, they clearly promised themselves, why, why did this happen...

Snape thought he would cry like this until the group of the Order of the Phoenix arrived, but a soft, crying child's voice stammered: "Se—Se—Severus."

Snape froze, he even thought that he had an auditory hallucination, but the soft and soft child's voice sounded again unwillingly.

"Severus, hug!"

Snape looked up sharply, and the baby in the cradle was reaching out to him.

He stared at the child in the cradle with tears and hatred on his face. If it weren't for this little Potter boy who was chosen by the prophecy, Lily wouldn't have died!

The child stubbornly stretched out his arms towards him, and the emerald eyes that resembled Lily were full of longing and admiration.That's all, it's Lily's child after all.He sighed and picked up the baby in the cradle, the baby's unique milky fragrance made his heart suddenly soft.

"Damn it, what exactly do you want?" Snape picked it up in a corner of the ruins, with an angry expression on his face. He found it incredible that he would obey the orders of the Potter family's one-year-old baby!But the little man in his arms stubbornly held on to his collar with one hand, pointed at a corner of the ruins with the other and kept saying, "Yes, yes!"

Snape finally found two photos among the ruins. One was Potter and Lily smiling warmly while holding the cub in their arms, and the other was Lily laughing wildly in the sunshine when she was a student.He foolishly stared at the picture of Lily in the student days, how beautiful Lily was at that time, she was wearing a Hogwarts school robe, with the badge of the President of the Student Union pinned to her face, smiling so happily and so brightly.

The writhing of the little figure in his arms brought Snape back to his thoughts.The little man grabbed another photo in his hand, pointed to Lily in his hand, "You—yours", waved the photo of the family of three again, "I—mine", and then He held the photo tightly to his heart with both hands.

While Snape was surprised, he suddenly realized that for a baby who had just turned one year old, this child seemed to be too smart.

Harry was lying in the cradle holding his parents and holding his photo, listening to these strangers he had never met discussing his whereabouts. Sif had already left before the group arrived.He heard these people say that he was the savior, the boy who survived, and the mortal enemy of the Dark Lord. Harry felt it was ironic. Obviously, his parents protected him, didn't they?

Harry heard someone say that Sirius betrayed his parents. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that the big black dog who always smiled silly could hurt him.

However, Mom and Dad will never wake up again.

Harry heard these people arguing, some said that the savior should be sent to the best wizarding family to raise him well from an early age, some said that the surviving boy deserved the best treatment, and it was best to pick out the best wizarding families in rotation upbringing.

In the end the old man with the white beard decided to hide him from everyone's sight, to prevent him from developing bad habits of pride and complacency, but he promised that Harry would live a happy life like a prince.Harry thought it was ridiculous. Nobody ever gets complacent when their parents die, do they?

In the end, those people all left, and there was only one rugged man who was as big and tall as a giant, and everyone called him Hagrid.He obeyed the order of the old man with white beard and picked Harry up from the cradle in the ruins.

There was a "chug" sound not far away, and Sirius Black appeared, riding on his usual flying motorcycle.He was pale and trembling.

Hagrid comforted him.

Harry stared angrily at the distraught man in front of him.It was this man, his godfather, who betrayed his parents!

"Give Harry to me, Hagrid. I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him." Sirius held out his hands to Hagrid.

"No! Dumbledore told me that Harry should go to his aunt and uncle." Hagrid said disapprovingly.

"Give him to me, I'm his godfather!" roared Sirius.

"No, Dumbledore told him not to give Harry to anyone but his aunt and uncle," Hagrid insisted.

"Okay, take good care of him." Sirius lowered his head, no longer persisting, handsome curly hair drooping messily on his forehead.He pushed his flying motorcycle to Hagrid, "I don't need this motorcycle anymore, you can take Harry there on this motorcycle."

Harry was quiet the whole time.Don't cry, don't make noise, don't make a little movement.

Sirius reached out and gently stroked Harry's cheek: "Good boy, you have to be good."

Harry immediately closed his eyes and turned away from Sirius' touch.fraud!bad guy!Harry yelled angrily in his heart.

In the early hours of the morning, Harry was wrapped in a swaddle and, together with a letter, was placed in front of the Dursleys at 4 Privet Drive in the Muggle world.

As a baby, he was clutching the photo of his parents and him.

The author has something to say: "The heroine loves to learn, [Quick Transmigration]"

The next door is serialized at the same time, welcome to read~

The copy is as follows,

System: What specialties do you have?

Xu Yuan: Exam?homework?Don't get tired of writing questions until dawn?

System: Excuse me, goodbye.

This is a story about a girl who is not working hard and does not distinguish between grains and grains. She picked up a wish-fulfilling system and traveled around the world to dominate the story~

No wonder!