HP When Harry is a Genius

Hogwarts is like a maze.There are a lot of stairs, a total of 140 or two, and they are all different, and they may even disappear or move irregularly.

There are also many doors, some are real doors, some are just illusions, and some doors have weird tempers; there are also many portraits, and the people on the portraits are always visiting each other.

There are also many ghosts with different personalities, and Peeves is the ghost that most students hate, because he always plays tricks on the students, especially the freshmen.

All of this makes the freshmen feel powerless, because it is really not easy to get to class on time, getting lost on the way, or being played by ghosts to go around in a big circle.

In addition to these, there is something even worse, that is, the administrator Argus Filch, who always shuttles through the corridors or secret passages like a ghost, looking for students who violate school discipline.

Filch also has a cat named Mrs. Norris.The scrawny, dull gray creature with bulbous eyes like Filch's was a great helper to Filch's.

As for the lessons, some are easy, some are complex, some are interesting, some are boring.

Every Wednesday night, they use a telescope to observe the sky and learn the names of the different stars and the orbits of the planets.

Three times a week, they were led by a squat witch named Sprout to the greenhouse behind the castle to study herbology, learn how to cultivate these exotic plants and fungi and understand their uses.

History of Magic is the only subject taught by a ghost - Mr. Binns, which most students find annoying because it is boring and Mr. Binns never interacts with the students.

The Charms class was taught by Professor Flitwick, a wizard who was so small that he had to stand on a stack of books to reach the desk during class.

At the beginning of the first class, he took out his roster for roll call, and when Harry's name was read, he screamed in excitement and fell to the ground and disappeared.

And Defense Against the Dark Arts almost became a joke.

The classroom where Professor Quirrell taught was filled with the smell of garlic, which everyone said was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back and catch him.

They noticed that his large scarf smelled too, and the Weasley twins insisted that it must have been stuffed with garlic, too.In this way, no matter where Professor Quirrell goes, he has protection.

Harry was disappointed by this, because he thought he would learn great things in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In Harry's mind, the most important courses are Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, followed by Transfiguration, Potions, Ancient Runes, Herbal Medicine, and finally the rest of the courses.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall is strict and smart.

The first class she turned her desk into a pig, then back again.After she asked the students to take a lot of complicated and difficult notes, she gave them each a match and began to let them try to become a needle.

Harry waved his wand casually and succeeded. Professor McGonagall was very pleasantly surprised by this, and immediately added five points to Gryffindor.

But then it was boring, because everyone couldn't change it, Professor McGonagall asked Harry to walk in the class to help other students, but when the class was over, only Hermione and Draco made the match change a little bit, And with a thick head, Professor McGonagall showed them a rare smile again.

Since then, Professor McGonagall has always assigned difficult homework to Harry alone in Transfiguration class.

And what Harry looked forward to the most was Snape's Potions class.

Potions classes are held in a cellar.It's colder here than the castle keep above.Along the walls are glass jars filled with stuffed animals that will make you shiver even more.

Snape, like Flitwick, picked up the roster as soon as he was in class, and like Flitwick, always stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, here's our new one—something famous."

Harry knew that Snape was very dissatisfied with the sensation he had caused in the past two days, but this was not something he could change, so he adopted the usual method - no matter how Snape sprayed the venom to mock him, he still shyly said Smiling and looking at each other.

The Slytherins and Gryffindors put their hands to their mouths and giggled.

Snape looked up at the class after the roll call, eyes as dark as Hagrid's but without Hagrid's warmth.His eyes are cold and empty, making you think of two dark tunnels.

"You have come here to learn the exact science and exacting craft of potion-making."

He spoke, almost a little above a whisper, but everyone caught his every word, and he had the intimidating power to bring order to a classroom without breaking a sweat.

"Many of you won't believe it's magic, since there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance , you will not really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one, that is you Not one of those chump fools I've been dealing with so often."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.

Harry looked at him even more admiringly.

Hermione Granger almost moved to the edge of the chair, leaning forward, looking eager to prove that she wasn't a fool.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

"A very powerful sleeping pill is a dose of Death's Water," said Harry.

"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

"Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow and has a strong detoxifying effect."

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf poison aconite?"

"They are the same plant, also collectively known as aconitum."

"Then," Snape paused, "what would happen if the oolong grass and wisteria flowers were put together?"

Hermione, who had been raising her hand to answer the question, put her hand down in doubt, lowered her head and began to flip through the book non-stop.

"Oolong grass detoxifies and is good for treating sores, and different forms of wisteria have different uses. Putting the two together can make people happy, but it can make people paralyzed," Harry said smoothly.

"Barely correct", Snape seemed to have passed Harry's test, and he turned suddenly and growled "Why don't you write this all down!"

There was a flurry of fumbling quills and parchment rustling in the classroom.

Hermione flipped through "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", and finally she threw the book down as if giving up: "I'm sure there's no such thing in the textbook!"

Draco said to her contemptuously: "Of course not, idiot! This is something learned in the Advanced Potions Tutorial."

Harry tugged at the hem of Draco's shirt.

Draco raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "I didn't say that about her, Harry", his gray-blue eyes sparkled because he had finally teased Hermione.

Harry smiled, and said to Draco in the usual coaxing tone to Dudley: "You should change your temper."

As a result, Draco frowned unhappily.

"Potter, I don't understand why you make friends with such a low-quality person! You are still from Gryffindor!" Hermione shouted angrily

"For insulting classmates, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor!" Snape said coldly, Hermione was in tears, but no one comforted her.

Potions class continued, but the situation of the Gryffindor students did not improve.

Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies, and Harry and Draco were paired together.

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were criticized except Harry and Draco.

Harry and Draco cooked the tentacled slug perfectly, but Snape only gave Slytherin points.

At this moment there was a sudden puff of acidic green smoke from the dungeon, and there was a loud hissing sound.

Neville, who was operating next to Draco and Harry, somehow burned Seamus' hot pot into a crooked piece, spilled the potion on the flagstone floor, and burned holes in the students' shoes.

Within seconds the whole class was on the stools, and Neville was drenched in the potion when the cauldron was knocked over, and by this time he was screaming in pain with red, swollen scabies all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot!" Snape growled, wielding his wand and sweeping away the potion on the ground.

"I think you probably put the porcupine quills in without taking the pot off the heat, did you?" Snape asked fiercely.

Neville burst into tears, and scabies suddenly appeared on his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital ward," Snape snapped at Seamus, and then he turned to Harry and said, "Potter, why didn't you notice he had the porcupine quills in? Be cautious and cause your classmate to be injured, Gryffindor will deduct five points!"

This was too unfair, and Ron in front was about to speak up to defend Harry when Harry kicked him behind the pot.

When get out of class was over, Ron said dissatisfiedly to Harry: "I really don't understand why you are so good to Malfoy, and Snape, he is so bad to you!"

Harry patted him on the shoulder: "Draco was the first friend I made in the wizarding world, so naturally he is very important to me. As for Sif, he is the person who led me into the wizarding world on his behalf, and he is also very important. Luo Well, you are my good roommate, just bear with them for me."

"Your name is that poisonous snake—Sev?" Ron's eyes widened in surprise, and he stroked his chest as if frightened.

"Yeah, so bear with them," said Harry, laughing.

Ron nodded reluctantly.

The author has something to say: - What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?

—I can't escape the regret of losing you until I die.

*It is said that in the Victorian flower language, narcissus is a kind of lily (Lily), which means "my regrets will sleep with you", and wormwood means "missing" and symbolizes extreme sadness.

——So what happens when oolong grass and wisteria flowers are put together?

——I was obsessed with the love in the past, and you eased my pain. Now is the happiest moment in my 11 years. I will be persistent for you and protect you for the rest of my life.

* There are two kinds of wisteria flower language: 1. Indulging love 2. Persevering for you, the happiest moment; and the effect of oolong grass is to clear away heat, detoxify and relieve pain.

The dialogue between oolong grass and wisteria flower was made up by me.