HP When Harry is a Genius

"Of course, there are times when I feel ashamed that I have betrayed Dumbledore's trust. He accepted me when none of the other headmasters would accept me, and he had no idea that I had broken the code, which was for me. And the safety of others. He never knew that I led three classmates to learn Animagi illegally. Every time we sat down to plan our adventures for the next month, I kept trying to forget this guilt feeling, and I haven't changed."

Lupin's face rose, and there was self-loathing in his voice.

"Ever since I heard your tea leaves were an omen of death in the shape of a black dog, I've been struggling with myself as to whether or not to tell Dumbledore that Black is an Animagus. But I didn't. Why? ?Because I'm too cowardly. Telling him means that I have betrayed his trust when I was a student, and it means admitting that I have led others to be with me. And for me. Dumbledore's trust is extremely important. I As a child he accepted me for school, and as an adult I hit the wall everywhere, and he gave me work because I was a werewolf and couldn't get paid work. In this way, I convinced myself that your tea omen is just Coincidentally, nothing to do with Black's Animagus.

"Then I guess," said Harry, laughing, "you wouldn't have told me about the secret passage to the Shrieking Shack either? You've been hiding it when you mentioned it."

Lupine peeled a mint for himself and said, "I guess Severus won't tell you, and I guess you won't even ask him."

Harry nodded helplessly: "He wants me to stay away from Hogsmeade and stay in the safety of Hogwarts until Black is arrested and brought to justice." He said softly, "So, let's talk about him, and talk about the relationship between Black and you."

"Blake," Lupine said, looking farther away, "actually, I'm more used to calling him Sirius." He said, "it's not the same as calling you Harry instead of Potter. Not the surname, not to appear close. Rather, Sirius hates his surname."

"Of course," Lupine smiled wryly, "it might seem like a joke to say that now."

He slowly narrated: "Black is a noble pure-blood family. As far as I know, your good friend, little Malfoy, his mother is from the Black family. Everyone in the Black family is Slytherin, so you You can feel how incompatible Sirius is with his family. He hates his last name, he broke with his family and joined the Order of the Phoenix. Oh, I guess, you must also know what the Order of the Phoenix is?"

Harry nodded.

Lupine continued: "Blake and your father, James, had the best relationship in the small group of the robbery group. They are our leaders. I am a werewolf because of my status, and Pettigrew is because of my talent and family background." , are more or less low self-esteem, the two of us are low-status characters in the foursome, and your father James and Blake are shining existences."

Lupine smiled, and said, "Now that I think about it, James and Malfoy are a little bit alike."

"Huh?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "My dad looks like Draco?"

Lupine smiled and said, "Oh, I'm not talking bad about James and Malfoy. I mean, James in school, like Malfoy. Both come from good families, both rich and smart." , are also very domineering. If I have to define it, Pettigrew and I are probably similar to the roles of Little Goyle and Little Crabbe, oh, maybe a little better than them."

Harry tilted his head in disbelief, and said, "I thought my dad would be a humble and low-key student, I even thought he would be like Percy Weasley."

"Oh no, James didn't look like Percy Weasley when he was studying!" Lupine emphasized, his eyes were full of smiles: "Your father is very good, he is also the head of the male students, but, he is also very naughty , Very arrogant. To some extent, it is a bit like the pair of red-haired twins. Perhaps," his voice was softer, "his relationship with Black is comparable to that of the Weasley twins. They are inseparable, like brothers. The person Tom trusted most was Blake."

Lupine's voice was almost choked, and he said as calmly as possible: "James trusts Black, and I have to admit, this trust exceeds his trust in me and Pettigrew. I never resented this, because I know I am Werewolves, werewolves themselves are not trustworthy. This was an unchangeable fact before the invention of Severus' wolfsbane reagent. But, I didn't expect—”

Lupine turned his head away from Harry, his shoulders shaking.

After a while, Lupine turned around and continued: "When James and Lily got married, Black was the best man. Then James asked Black to be your godfather." He looked at Harry with love and affection in his eyes , "Later, the secret keeper of the Loyalty Curse—"

Lupine couldn't go on talking, his eyes were getting watery.Harry handed him a handkerchief and said, "Okay, I've got to know the rest of it. No need to talk, Professor."

"No," Lupine said in a low voice, "you don't know, Harry. I can't figure it out. You know, for more than ten years, I have been wondering why, why Sirius betrayed us, but I can't think of a reason I can only tell myself that he is a Black. I can only think that when he is with us, it is a disguise. He was just Blake from start to finish."

"Maybe, maybe Voldemort gave him some special temptation." Harry shrugged and said indifferently.

"Harry, you've been keeping an eye on Black, haven't you?" said Lupine. "Forgive me for bringing up the bad memory, the day, in your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the Boggart conjured up Black and The scene of Severus attacking each other. But you haven't met Black, you've checked a lot about him, haven't you? Are you, scared?"

Harry shook his head: "I'm not afraid, I just think that one day, I will personally send him to accept the dementor's kiss."

"Dementor's kiss," Lupine murmured. "Letting a dementor suck the soul out of a victim is worse than killing. Brain and heart still working, but no sense of self, no memory, No emotion, nothing. And no chance of recovery. Just — just alive. Just a dead body. The soul is just... doomed. The Ministry of Magic has promised the dementors to do so when they capture Black."

Harry was silent and said nothing.

"Do you really think so?" Lupine asked softly suddenly. "Do you really think anyone deserves this?"

"This is determined by the Ministry of Magic. The Daily Prophet said that the Ministry of Magic has promised the dementors to do so after they capture Black." Harry said calmly, "If you do something wrong, you will be punished, and It is the Ministry of Magic, not me, who made this punishment mechanism. I am just a little wizard, and I obey the decisions of those in power."

"Do you have to be punished for doing something wrong?" Lupine fell into self-loathing. "After the incident, I have been running away from all of this. Pettigrew was braver than me, and he went to find Black , to avenge James and Lily. And me, I've been hiding."

"No, Professor," said Harry, shaking Lupin's hand, "I'm glad you didn't go to Black. Otherwise, I might lose a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I am very grateful to Peter Pettigrew, thank you Everything he did. However, I hope that he can appear by my side like you."

Harry continued, "And, for so many years, your life has not been easy, has it? Sorry, I checked some information, and the living conditions of most werewolves are generally relatively, uh, forgive me for using this word, poor and poor Every month, you have to look for inaccessible places to endure the pain of transformation, being squeezed out by the world, unable to hold a stable job, and there are even bounty hunters who specialize in hunting werewolves. You are too busy to take care of yourself. And, I think you chose to go back to Hogg Watts, it's not just about getting a job, it's about hearing about Black's escape and coming back to help me, right?"

A ray of autumn sunlight entered the room, illuminating Lupine's gray hair and the lines on his young face.

Lupine stared deeply at Harry, his eyes were deep and gentle, and he said lovingly: "Oh, Harry, I think Lily would be proud of you. Severus, Severus, he taught you very well good."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed by the compliment. He smiled shyly, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "When you were young, were you friends with Aunt Narcissa?"

"Who?" said Lupine.

"Aunt Narcissa, Narcissa Malfoy. You said you knew she was from the Black family," said Harry.

Lupine shook his head, "To be honest, I met her when I was in school, but we never spoke. I know her also because of Sirius Black, she is Sirius Black's cousin. Listen to Black , the three sisters Narcissa and he actually grew up together."

Harry was a little puzzled, so why did Draco say that Narcissa hated Lupine?

"However," continued Lupine, "I have paid special attention to her for a while."

"Oh?" There was gossip in Harry's eyes.

Lupine smiled indulgently: "It's not what you think, I noticed her because—remember when I told you that we had a dangerous joke with Severus?"

Harry nodded.

Lupine said: "After that, I have always felt guilty towards Severus, so I secretly paid attention to his recovery status. I noticed that it was Narcissa who secretly took care of the injured Severus." He winked mischievously She blinked and said, "Severus wasn't very popular at the time. He was injured and hospitalized, and no one cared about him except Narcissa. I even thought that Narcissa would marry Severus."

Harry opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and said after a while, "But Aunt Narcissa married Mr. Malfoy and gave birth to Draco."

"Yeah." Lupine looked at Harry's green eyes tenderly and intently, as if he was looking at someone else through Harry. "Unrequited love in school days always ends without a cause, but it also looks better because of it."

Harry murmured softly, "I really admire Mr. Malfoy's measure."

The author has something to say: Lucius: The highest state of dealing with a rival in love - turning him into your help.

Narcissa: I used to think that I would betray the shackles of pure-blood marriage for a half-breed, just like my second sister who was expelled from the family.But, that person never gave me this chance.