HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry paid for the candy and threw the packaged candy and the discount card into the locket.He left the Honeydukes candy shop and walked out into the street with Baby Draco in his arms.

The entire Hogsmeade village is composed of shops and huts, with picturesque scenery.

"That's the Post Office - Zonko's Joke Shop you're going to is over there, everything the Weasley twins need - and behind that is the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted house in England -" De Baby Laco leaned in Harry's arms, introducing him to the buildings along the way one by one.However, Harry stopped in front of the Fengya wizard clothing store on his own.

"What do you want to do?!" Baby Draco asked nervously.

Harry replied honestly: "I want to buy some clothes for you. The clothes on your body were changed by me with the shrinking spell, and they don't fit you well."

Draco laughed angrily: "Did you forget that I just became like this by drinking an age-reducing potion by mistake. In one day at most, I will change back."

Harry struggled to look at the pink and tender children's clothes, skirts and clothes in the window of the Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, and said, "But, but, let's buy some."

Baby Draco followed Harry's eyes and saw those pink princess dress evening gowns, and he stretched out his little fleshy hand and scratched Harry's chin angrily: "Don't buy it! I'm not your Barbie doll !"

"Oh." Harry withdrew his gaze in frustration, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in his heart: Why isn't Draco his girlfriend?

Harry shook his head and said the name of Ravenclaw's Cho Chang three hundred times silently, pushing that absurd thought out of his mind.He sneaked another glance at the most expensive evening dress: This dress should look beautiful on a girl, right?

Draco glanced at Harry's fascinated eyes and smiled disdainfully.Then it occurred to him: what would Harley, the goblin, look like in these dainty evening gowns?

Both of them blushed.

They went to Zoko's joke shop as planned, but there was currently no one there, and the owner was yawning lazily.But there's plenty of material for jokes and juggling, enough to satisfy even Fred and George's wildest dreams.

However, Harry and Draco didn't mean to choose carefully. Harry saw too many Muggle toys, and these prank toys from the wizarding world were a little bit less interesting no matter how miraculous they were.And Draco, with his good taste, didn't particularly interest him in these trinkets.

In the end, after a little shopping, Harry cleared out a few shelves with a wave of his hand like he did at Honeydukes, clearing out all the dung bombs, burp candy, frog egg soap, nose-biting teacups, etc. that the twins like. Wrapped up.

The boss of Zuko's joke shop changed his lazy attitude and greeted Harry and Draco warmly.

"Your little son is so beautiful!" The boss promoted enthusiastically, "We also have a full set of small models of family wine here, which are most suitable for children of this age to play with. Do you need to wrap it up for you? Limited collection version!"

"Yes!", "No need!" Harry and Draco said in unison.

The boss looked at them suspiciously, as if he didn't know who to listen to.

"Come on, I have twins at home." Harry said with a smile.

Draco curled his lips and said nothing.

They then left Zonko's Joke Shop and crossed the road to the Three Broomsticks.

It was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, as if some celebratory banquet was being held.A curvaceous, pretty-faced woman was tending a rowdy group of wizards at the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta, she's the boss here." Draco whispered.

"Oh, I know her! Ron has a crush on her." Harry whistled.

Harry carried Draco to the bar: "Bring me two warm butterbeers, please, and some raspberry ice cream and fireworks cookies or something."

Ms. Romesta looked at him with a smile, and began to mix the wine familiarly: "Here is a new face, is it also to celebrate the retreat of the dementors and the rehabilitation of Sirius?"

"Yeah, a lot of people celebrating?" Harry asked.

Ms. Romesta curled her lips at the noisy wizards: "Hey, it's all, everyone is very excited. The godfather of Harry Potter, the heir of the Black family, the in-laws of the Malfoy family, Sne Mr. Pu's good friend, the silent lone hero, is full of topics, isn't he? He is indeed a charming Sirius! It is enough for everyone to drink and chat for months. And the stinky rat Pettigrew who was caught Peter! It's a big show, isn't it? It's a big thing to celebrate anyway."

The movements of her hands are smooth and smooth, and with a few words, a cup of hot butter beer is freshly baked.

Lady Romesta handed Harry a hot, frothy butterbeer, but the other was a soda with conch cherry syrup.She winked at Harry seductively: "Even if the lady is not around, you shouldn't give the baby a drink, he's only a little older." She also playfully scratched the baby Draco's chin Nose: "This child is really beautiful."

The beautiful child nearly bit off her finger.

Ms. Romesta rubbed the millet tooth marks on her index finger, and laughed loudly: "The mouth is also very good. It really has a personality. It really looks like a Hogwarts student I have seen."

Harry hugged Baby Draco and smiled, "This baby has been tough since he was a child."

"I like it!" Ms. Romesta patted Draco's platinum head arrogantly, and Baby Draco glared at her angrily.

Harry carried Baby Draco to the back of the room, where there was a small empty table between the window and the purple fir tree, near the warming fireplace.

Harry settled baby Draco in the leather upholstered chair and sat down on the other side.

"Happy skipping class!" Harry said cheerfully to Draco, raising his large mug.

Little Draco struggled to hold his soda with both hands, and reluctantly clinked his glass with Harry.

Harry grinned, and he took a long swig of his butterbeer.It was the best tasting drink he'd ever had, and it seemed to heat him up from the inside out.

"Ms. Romesta's craftsmanship is really good." Harry praised from the bottom of his heart.

After gulping down the delicious butter beer, Harry ran to the bar and ordered several glasses of wine.He ordered all the recommendations of The Three Broomsticks, such as mead, red currant rum, elderflower wine, and gin.

He even ordered a firewhiskey!

Draco, who was sipping soda, looked at him sourly: "Mixed wine is the most intoxicating. Be careful on the alcohol, and let the professors smell it later."

Harry burped contentedly: "No way!"

Draco turned his head in disgust, staring at the beating fire in a daze.

Harry drank his wine, looked at the carnival dancing crowd in the bar, and said dreamily: "Hey, Draco, I'm so happy."

Draco turned to look at Harry.

"He said he swam back," Harry murmured, his voice low as if talking to himself. "Did you know? When you went to lemon street to celebrate my birthday, he had already found me."

"Azkaban is located in the center of the North Sea, at the end of the world."

"At that time, his body was terrible, he was so thin that only his skeleton was left, and he was so thin that he could get out of the iron fence of Azkaban. In addition to being able to automatically perform the transformation of Animagi, he and Muggles aren't much different anymore."

"Without a wand, without the protection of magic, without the assistance of any Muggle equipment, he just crossed the North Sea with a pure Muggle dog planer, and swam back to England from Azkaban."

"During this period, the wind and waves at sea, dangerous sea creatures, cold currents, changing climate, coupled with an empty stomach and no fresh water to drink, I really can't believe that he can come back alive."

"Compared to being imprisoned in Azkaban, it is more difficult and dangerous for him to cross the North Sea."

"But when I asked him how he came back, he said lightly that he swam back."

"He first ran to No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging District, Surrey, and ran out of space. Then he inquired about No. 6 Lemon Street in London."

"During this period, he has always been a stray dog ​​with only a skeleton left, dirty. He has no identity and no money. He can't take the wizard's knight bus, nor can he take the Muggle subway, train and plane, all relying on four Get on your feet."

"He's been scavenging for food in the trash all the time, or catching wild mice to eat, a pure-blood Black, living in caves on slop."

"I threw a few packs of dog biscuits on Lemon Street and he ate them right away. They were left over from Aunt Marge's old horn dog, Lippy, who hated that biscuit."

"When I met him, he was worse than the oldest and dirtiest stray dog ​​under the overpass. His body was full of injuries, not to mention old injuries, but new injuries. His paws were covered with blood blisters, and his eyes were also inflamed. His body was covered with wounds from sticks and stones."

"You know, before him, he was the most handsome and unrestrained man I've ever seen, and he was more elegant than anyone else."

"I was particularly surprised by his appearance, no, it should be said to be extremely shocking. I actually admire him very much, and was even a little moved by his loyalty to Voldemort."

"What kind of firm belief and tenacious will is it that made him do such a super feat that is enough to be recorded in the annals of history."

"As a result," Harry showed a half-smile, half-cry expression: "He did all this for me. His belief and loyalty all come from me."

Harry downed a large gulp of volcanic whiskey and said with a wry smile: "I hated him for 12 years. During the 12 years of countless late nights, I was cursing him, complaining about him, and fantasizing about killing him with my own hands, but now I suddenly said, In fact, I hated the wrong person."

Harry giggled suddenly, and he said cheerfully, "You know what? He never betrayed me."

"That big black dog who always wags its tail and giggles at me, that Padfoot who bought me a baby toy broom, that handsome man, my godfather, he didn't betray my parents, he didn't betray me. "

Draco silently stretched out his little arm like a lotus root, and patted Harry lightly.

Looking up again, he was surprised to find that Harry Potter, who seemed to be omnipotent forever, had tears streaming down his face.