HP When Harry is a Genius

Lupine stretched out his arms to block the boggarts, "Harry, this is not real!" Lupine yelled, and the boggarts immediately turned into full moons.

"Funny funny!" Lupine put all the Boggarts in the closet.

"Harry, these are not true, remember my words, these will never become true!" Lupine helped Harry, who was already limp, from the ground, and handed him a few pieces of chocolate, "I think this I went too far this time, sorry, I think you need to go to the infirmary."

Harry took the chocolate and shook his head weakly: "Thank you, Professor. Don't tell anyone."

Lupine patted him on the shoulder tenderly: "Don't worry."

When get out of class was over, the whole class was chatting excitedly.Ron was bragging that he had defeated two acromantulas, Seamus said that he had defeated two female ghosts, and others said that he had defeated zombie arms, mummies and so on.

"I don't know why Professor Lupine is afraid of crystal balls. When he was helping me, Boggart turned into a crystal ball in front of Professor Lupine." Lavender said thoughtfully.

"This is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts class we've ever had, isn't it?" said Ron excitedly, as they walked back to the classroom to get their schoolbags.

"He seems to be a good teacher," said Hermione approvingly.

In no time, Defense Against the Dark Arts was a subject that most people loved.Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins spoke ill of Professor Lupine.

"Look at his robes," Draco would exclaim as Professor Lupine walked by, "he's dressed like our elf in the house."

But Professor Lupine, who is good-tempered, gentle and patient, never gets angry. Sometimes in the corridor, he would even take out chocolate candies to say hello to Draco who mocked him, although the other party always sneered at him.

Harry asked Draco curiously: "Why are you targeting Professor Lupine so much? He is a good teacher, and I like him quite a bit. He is a friend of my parents."

Draco snorted through his nose and said, "I know he's a friend of your parents. But, he's someone my parents hate." He raised his eyebrows and said in disgust, "Especially my mother, she I really hate Lupine. You know, she never shows her likes and dislikes for others easily, but for Lupin, my mother said bluntly that she hates this vile and dirty person."

"Why is that?" Harry was very surprised. In his impression, Narcissa Malfoy was very self-denying and polite, and she should have dismissed a poor werewolf like Lupin, not hated it on purpose.

"I don't know either." Draco shrugged, "My father said that Lupine and my mother had a grudge when they were young." The blond boy raised his eyebrows angrily. "Think about it, Harry, someone as gentle as my mother has a grudge against Lupine, so Lupine can't be a good person."

But except for Slytherin headed by Draco, no one cared that Professor Lupine's robe was patched and frayed, and no one thought that Professor Lupine was not a good person.Professor Lupine's subsequent lectures were as lively and interesting as the first one.

After the Boggarts, they studied red hats, unpleasant little monsters that lurked wherever someone bled, in keep, on deserted battlefields In the potholes, they wait to lash out at those who get lost.

From the red cap they went on to the kaba, a crawling aquatic creature that looked like a scaly monkey with webbed hands, busily strangling the waders who walked in their ponds without knowing how deep they were.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts course became the most popular course among the students, and most of the students were deeply impressed by Professor Lupine's gentleness and sense of humor.Other classes have a less friendly atmosphere.

The worst was Potions.These days, Snape was desperate for revenge, and everyone knew why.Stories about the Boggart morphing into Snape and Neville letting him be chased by dogs spread like wildfire across the campus.

Professor Snape didn't seem to find this funny.At the mention of Professor Lupine's name, his eyes flashed menacingly and menacingly, and he bullied Neville even more now than before.

Harry was also growing impatient with his divination lessons in Professor Trelawney's suffocating classroom, where they had to decipher slanted shapes and symbols, every time Professor Trelawney's large eyes When looking at him tearfully, he would pretend not to care.

He couldn't like Professor Trelawney, and Harry felt that Professor Trelawney had a miserable life.

Harry had seen an introduction about the Trelawney family, a family of divination, in the Unofficial History of Magic, which was about the first Trelawney in the legend—[Trelawney seems to be inspired by the sun god. Blessed with the ability to predict the future.But in fact, she was cursed by Apollo because she leaked the secret, which made her true prophecy unbelievable.Trelawney had as much life as sand, which she asked Apollo to give her, but she forgot to ask for youth, so that her only desire afterward was to die. 】

Harry felt that this description was very similar to his divination teacher, Professor Sybill Trelawney. As a descendant of a divination family, she was supposed to be pursued and admired by the world, but she could only hide in Hogg every day. In Lotz's attic, he drank his sorrows away.Not many people believed her crazy predictions.Not even Professor McGonagall, or even Harry himself, could believe her.

But that doesn't mean Harry doesn't respect her. Harry respects Professor Trelawney very much, respects her surname, bloodline and talent.But that's the end of it. After all, Harry believed in man's determination to conquer nature. Even if Professor Trelawney was able to make predictions without fail, Harry would not be obsessed with divination.Even if he wanted to study this subject with great concentration under Professor Trelawney, he still had to have the talent for prophecy and the lineage of divination, didn't he?

Even more dreary than Divination was Care of Fantastic Creatures, which no one liked, including Harry.

After the first lesson full of action.became very dull.Hagrid seemed to have lost heart.Now they learn lesson after lesson how to care for Flobber caterpillars, which must be the most annoying creatures in existence.

"Why would anyone bother to take care of them?" said Ron, as he spent another hour stuffing shredded lettuce down the sticky throat of a Flobber caterpillar. Let's get rid of these caterpillars!"

Even Draco said, "I'd rather have those monsters than these caterpillars."

Ron yelled, "Then you'd have your dad back off on Hagrid's warning! So that Hagrid could replace the damned caterpillars."

"No!" Draco said firmly, glancing at Harry's bandaged arm.

Harry waved his muscular arm lazily and asked, "When can I take these bandages off?"

Draco shook his head: "Not yet."

"Hey," said Ron, poking the lettuce into the Flobberworm's mouth viciously, "Harry rips the bandages off when you can't see them. You don't really think Harry's wearing them." Sleep with these ridiculous bandages?"

Hermione pinched Ron hard, turned her head and said to Draco with a smile, "Harry has always protected his arms, and I supervise him."

Draco nodded in satisfaction.

Harry yawned lazily, and teased himself: "Princess and the Pea is not as delicate as me, but it's pretty good." Because Harry's arm was "injured", his Flobber caterpillars were all German. Draco took the initiative to take care of it. As for Draco's own caterpillars, Goyle and Crabbe were in charge.

Harry left his friends and Flobberworm behind, walked to the side stone pier and sat down bored with bandages on, flipping through the book of monsters that could bite people in his hand without much interest.

Usually, Harry treats books with great care, but looking at this monster book with teeth and claws in his hand.Harry felt his hands itch for some reason.

Draco was trying to stuff the lettuce down the Flobber caterpillar's throat, when he saw countless agile paper cranes flying around him.

"It's so romantic." Lavender looked longingly at the flying paper cranes.

"These paper cranes are so beautiful!" Parvati said enviously.

"What's wrong!" Draco violently tore off all the paper cranes, took a look, and found that Harry's boring thoughts were all written inside.

[Ah, is the Flobber caterpillar cuter than me?You should take care of me. 】

[My arm is injured, what should I do if I lose Quidditch to you? 】

[Draco is so virtuous and awesome. 】

【Is the paper crane I folded beautiful?This is my first time folding paper cranes. I can make paper cranes without a teacher. Am I good? 】

[Leave me alone, Draco, let the Flobber caterpillar die. 】

[I think you put on too much pomade. I don't usually think it. Your hair is too dazzling in the sun. Be careful of baldness. 】

【However, even if you are bald, I will cure you. I will study the anti-baldness potion well. 】

[Oh, Draco is so cute when he feeds the caterpillar seriously. 】

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"Potter! Are you three years old?!" Draco shouted angrily, blushing.

"Huh, you don't like paper cranes? I made it with my injured hand. Since you don't like it, I'll fold it for Ron." Harry lifted his bandaged arm.

"Thank you, no need," Ron shouted immediately, "I'm shocked! Are you really three years old, Harry? Folding paper cranes, this kind of little girl thing? Are you kidding me?"

"Don't listen to them, Harry. I think it's great and I like it, why don't you fold it for me." Hermione said with a smile.

Draco gouged out Hermione's disgust, and snorted twice, but Hermione, who suffered from Draco's vicious eyes, seemed happier.