HP When Harry is a Genius

The whole class was glaring at Snape because of it, which showed how much everyone hated Snape and how much they loved Lupine.Because Hermione was also very unpopular, everyone in the class called Hermione a jack-of-all-trades at least once, and Ron told Hermione she was a jack-of-all-trades at least twice a week.But now, everyone is outraged that Snape called Hermione a jack-of-all-trades.

Ron muttered dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you just win the Merlin First Class Medal with the wolfsbane reagent? What's so great about it, so eager to show off."

Harry quickly pulled Ron, but it was too late.

Snape walked slowly towards Ron, and the whole classroom held its breath.

"Stay after school, Weasley," Snape said menacingly, his face close to Ron's. "If you let me hear your disrespect for my research results again, you will regret it very much."

Ron's face was flushed.Snape sneered like a poisonous snake and walked back to the podium, "Open your textbooks!"

Hermione wiped her tears and complained to Ron in a low voice, "You shouldn't have said that. In any case, the invention and improvement of the chamaejasma reagent is a remarkable feat, and it is definitely worthy of Merlin. class medal."

"Who am I for?!" Ron was furious, and he turned his head angrily to seek the support of another companion, "What do you say, Harry?"

Harry yawned bored.

After that, no one in the class made any sound.They sat, taking notes on werewolves from their textbooks, while Snape paced back and forth between the desks, checking what they'd done while Professor Lupine was teaching.

"Poorly explained. That's not true, there are more Kabbahs in Mongolia. Professor Lupine said it was [-] out of [-]? I said less than [-] out of [-]!"

The get out of class bell finally rang, Snape didn't let them go, but said: "Each of you write a paper and give it to me. The content is the method of identifying and killing werewolves. This topic should be written on two parchments, Due Monday morning. Someone should take care of this class."

Harry rolled his eyes again.

Snape turned to stare at him: "Especially you, Potter. You still need to hand in another paper, on the untrustworthiness and despicability of werewolves, and you need three parchments."

Harry lay weakly on the table in a dead body state.

Worse than him was Ron, because Snape said again: "Weasley, stay and stay, we're going to arrange for you to be locked up."

Harry and Hermione left the room with the rest of the class, and Hermione waited until they were out of hearing before yelling at Snape.

"Snape has never treated our other Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers like this before, even if he did want to teach us." Hermione asked Harry tentatively, "Why did he treat Lupine like this? Are you saying it's all because of the Boggart incident?"

"Professor Sev and Lupine had a grudge when they were young. But in fact, they get along pretty well now. Professor Lupine is actually very grateful to Sif." Harry said cryptically.

Hermione looked gloomily at the part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook about werewolves: "I really hope Professor Lupine gets better soon."

Ron caught up with them five minutes later, furious.

"You know what the old Bat told me to do? Oh, Harry, I'll have to call him the Old Bat in front of you too! He told me to clean the chamber pots in the hospital. And no magic!" he gasped. He was gasping for breath, his fists clenched tightly. "Why can't Black hide in Old Bat's office, huh? He can finish him for us!"

Harry slapped Ron on the head hard.

Hermione asked softly, "Harry, did you really send Crookshanks to the Chamber of Secrets?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, for the sake of Banban's physical and mental health, we can only send Crookshanks away."

Ron embarrassedly rubbed the head that Harry had just beaten so hard, and said, "Thank you, Scabbers will appreciate you too."

"It's nothing, Scabbers did come first." Harry waved his hand and said indifferently.

Hermione began to worry: "But Crookshanks is alone there, isn't he alone?"

"It's all right, I'll leave the little snakes there with him. I'll visit him often too," said Harry.

By the end of the day's regular Quidditch training, it was already late.The absent-minded Harry didn't care about rushing back to the dormitory to write the werewolf paper Snape assigned him, so he directly stopped the Weasley twins, who were also teammates.

He took the puzzled twins to an empty classroom, closed the door, and said bluntly: "George, Fred, last time I couldn't go to Hogsmeade, Nearly Headless Nick told I, I should turn to the omnipotent Weasley twins for help."

George and Fred blinked, seemingly surprised.They laughed triumphantly.

"Sure enough, a ghost."

"It is the omniscient existence."

"We're going to give it to you as a Christmas present."

"But you asked us in advance."

"We'll just have to give you one for Christmas."

"The toilet seat is broken."

Harry smiled, his green eyes glowing scorchingly: "So you really have a way, don't you?"

Fred proudly pulled something out of his cloak and placed it on an empty table.It was a big, square, old parchment with nothing written on it.

Harry stared at the blank parchment: "What is this?"

"Well, Harry, that's the secret of our success," said George, patting the parchment affectionately.

"It's kind of a shame to give it to you," said Fred, "but we think you need it more than we do."

"Anyway, we've memorized its contents," said George, "and we're giving it to you. We don't need it any more."

"What's the use of such a battered piece of parchment?" Harry asked.

"A little old parchment!" said Fred, closing his eyes and making a face, as if Harry had underestimated him. "Explain, George."

"Okay. When we were in first year. Harry, young, carefree and well-behaved—"

Harry snorted.He wondered if Fred and George had ever been nice.

"Well, nicer than we are now. We've had a little trouble with Filch."

"We put a shit bomb in the hallway, and for some reason the shit bomb was frustrating him—"

"So he pulled us into his office and started the usual confinement—"

"And we couldn't help but notice his filing cabinet drawers, one of which read: Confiscated materials, highly dangerous."

"Don't tell me—" said Harry, beginning to laugh.

"Well, what are you going to do?" said Fred. "George distracted him by throwing another shit bomb. I quickly opened the drawer and grabbed—this parchment."

"It's not as bad a thing as it sounds, you know," said George, "and we don't think Filch ever figured out how to use the parchment. But he probably guessed what it was, or else he'd It will not be confiscated."

"Do you know how to use it?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes," said Fred with a smirk, "this little pretty thing has taught us more than all the teachers in this school have taught us."

"You're not kidding me, are you?" said Harry, looking at the tattered parchment.

"Oh, did we lie to you?" said George.He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly and said, "I solemnly swear that I have done no good."

Immediately thin lines of ink, like spider webs, began to appear from where the wand had just touched.The lines converged, crossed, and extended to every corner of the parchment; it was a moving map.

This map shows every detail of Hogwarts castle and grounds in great detail.But the really great stuff is the little ink dots that move along the map, each marking a name in tiny letters.A small ink dot in the upper left corner shows Professor Dumbledore pacing the study; Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, prowling the third floor; and the mischievous ghost, Peeves, hopping around the prize room.

However, all this astonishment did not attract Harry's attention.His eyes were fixed on the curved green writing that appeared above the parchment, these words were:

[Auxiliary suppliers to magical mischief makers Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs proudly present the Marauder's Map to the gentlemen. 】

Harry held the parchment tightly, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Hey, buddy, take it easy, don't be too happy!" George patted Harry on the shoulder, "Look."

Harry followed George's fingers to notice passages on the map that he had never entered before, and many of these passages seemed to lead to—

"It's the one that leads to Hogsmeade," said Fred, pointing his finger along one of the passages. "There are seven of them. Now, Filch knows four." He pointed out the four. "But we sure are the only ones we know about. Don't bother with the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor, we used it until last winter, but it collapsed and was completely blocked. We don't think anyone has ever walked this one , for the Whomping Willow is planted at its entrance. But this one leads down to the cellars of Honeydukes, and we have walked it many times. You may have noticed that the entrance is just below this room, Gotta get through the hunchback of this one-eyed old crone."

"Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs," sighed Jocha, patting the title of the map, "We owe them so much."

"Noble man, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers," said Fred solemnly.

"Yes," said George briskly, "don't forget to wipe it off when you're done."

"Otherwise someone else will see it," Fred warned. "Just tap it one more time and say, 'The trick is over!' and it's a blank parchment again."

"Then, young Harry," said Fred, imitating Percy's tone strangely, "remember to behave yourself."

"Heir to the Weasley twins' mantle," said George with a wink.

They leave, both giggling contentedly.

Harry still stood where he was, staring at the magical map obsessively.

"Merlin!" he said softly.