HP When Harry is a Genius

At breakfast on Friday, as usual, the mail arrived and a hundred or so owls suddenly flew into the dining room.These owls fly around the dining table until they find their respective owners, dropping letters or packages into their laps.

Hedwig brought Harry the Daily Prophet and other wizarding publications every day.Then once a week it would bring him the Muggle week's Times and the Daily Telegraph, which he had asked Dudley to bring to him before he started school.

Originally, Dudley said he could send Harry a newspaper every day - Dudley also liked Hedwig very much.But Harry considered that Dudley lived at the Muggle Smelting Secondary School, and the owls coming and going were easily noticeable.So Dudley was asked to send him the newspapers that Uncle Vernon had read when he came home every weekend.

But this morning, Hedwig flapped her wings between the jam dish and the sugar bowl, dropped two newspapers, and put a note on Harry's dinner plate.

Harry opened the note immediately.

Dear Harry: (very illegible) I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoon, could you come and have tea with me around three o'clock in the afternoon?I'd love to know how you've been doing since you enrolled.Please ask Hedwig to hear back from me.Hagrid.

Harry borrowed a quill from Ron and scribbled on the back of the note: "Yes, I'd love to see you soon," before letting Hedwig fly away.

At five to three, Harry led Ron out of the castle and across the fields towards the Forbidden Forest.Hagrid lives in a cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

When Harry knocked on the door, they heard a nervous struggle and a few muffled barks in the house.Then came Hagrid's voice: "Back, Fang, back."

Hagrid opened the door a crack, revealing his large bearded face.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Back off, Fang."

Hagrid let them both in, desperately grabbing the collar of a huge black hound.

The cabin has only one room.Hams and pheasants were hung from the ceiling, and a copper kettle was used to boil boiling water in the brazier. There was a large bed in the corner with quilts made of rags.

"You're welcome," said Hagrid, letting go of his teeth.

Fang immediately jumped at Ron and licked his ear.

Like Hagrid, Fang is obviously not as fierce as it looks, but lively and enthusiastic.

"This is Ron." Harry introduced to Hagrid.

Hagrid was busy pouring boiling water into a large teapot as he put rock cakes on the dinner plate.

"Another Weasley brother," said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's red hair and freckles. energy."

Ron scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "I'm the sixth Weasley, but I'm not like George and Fred, I won't break into the Forbidden Forest."

"Hope you're as good as Charlie or Bill," Hagrid handed Ron a rock pie, and he winked at Ron, then said slyly, "But if you're as good as your brother Percy, I'll I'd rather you be more like those twins."

"Oh, I'm so glad you can say that." Ron was overjoyed. He happily took a bite of the rock pie without moving it. Virtue is good."

The rock cake almost broke their teeth.Harry and Ron, however, pretended to love food, while telling Hagrid about their classes in the past few days.

Fang rested his head on Harry's lap, drool soaking a lot of his robes.

When talking about Potions, Harry said distressedly: "Professor Snape always deducts points from me."

"Oh, that's what he is," said Hagrid plainly. "If you weren't a Slytherin, you wouldn't expect to get any extra points from him, not even one."

Harry nodded: "I think so too. Professor Snape must have deducted points to urge me to make better progress. Otherwise, why didn't he target others? He is taking extra care of me."

Ron's jaw was about to drop, it was really hard for him to understand Harry's thinking.

Hagrid agreed, "He did treat you very well. I mean, Snape doesn't look like the kind of professor who would go to a Muggle's house to pick up a little wizard. Professor McGonagall usually likes to go there. But then it was he who picked you up, and to be honest, I was taken aback because I thought he was trying to lure you into Slytherin. Luckily, the Potters are always Gryffindors."

Then they talk about ghosts and caretakers in Hogwarts castle.

Hagrid said: "Ghosts generally don't get along with students, except Peeves, but Peeves is most afraid of Baron the Bloody Man. Slytherin people are terrible, and so are Slytherin ghosts, Bloodman Barrow is the most ruthless of ghosts, and he has nothing to do with the living, but he's not one of those petty ghosts either. He won't mind if you frighten Peeves with his name."

Harry nodded, "Percy said the same thing. He said that Peeves isn't even afraid of prefects like them."

Hagrid sneered: "Who would be afraid of prefects? Anyway, when I was studying, I wasn't afraid of prefects, and prefects are not all good things. As for that old bastard Filch, you don't need to be afraid."

Ron was delighted to hear Hagrid call Filch "that old jerk," and suddenly felt like he had found a confidant.

"But Filch is very strict with the students. He always abuses his authority as an administrator. Why should we be afraid of him?" Ron asked. "When we met him, we were all terrified."

"I can't say that, after all, you really don't need to be afraid of him." Hagrid refilled them with some black tea.

After purring himself a large cup of tea, he continued: "As for that cat, Mrs. Norris, one day I really want to introduce her to my Fangya acquaintances. You know, every time I To school, it follows me everywhere I go, and I can't shake it off, Filch must have made it so."

Harry asked curiously, "Can cats and dogs really communicate?"

Hagrid refilled the teapot and put it on the fire: "You know, in the wizarding world, anything is possible. I think cats and dogs have their own independent language system, and they are the most common Pets must be able to communicate with each other, much easier than communicating with us."

Ron echoed: "I always feel that animals can communicate with each other. I guess my Scabber must be often intimidated by Mrs. Norris. Every time it meets Mrs. Norris, it trembles nervously."

"Scatterers?" asked Hagrid.

"That's Ron's pet rat, the baby of the Weasleys," Harry explained.

"Then you've got to keep an eye on him, don't let Filch's cat take him away," said Hagrid, who asked Ron, "How's your brother Charlie? There is a way."

Ron told Hagrid that when his brother Charlie was in Romania researching the various burns on dragons, Harry found a small piece of paper under the teakettle warmer, a clipping from the Daily Prophet in August. reports.

"Gringotts break-in update: The investigation into the 31st July break-in at Gringotts is still ongoing. It is widely believed to be the work of an unknown black witch or wizard.

The goblins at Gringotts reaffirmed today that nothing has been stolen.The underground vault, searched by the intruders, was virtually emptied earlier in the day.

A spokesman for Gringotts Goblin said this afternoon: "There is no comment on what is stored in the vault. Please do not interfere with this matter." "

Harry remembered that Draco had mentioned to him on the train that someone had tried to rob Gringotts beyond their means, and actually broke through many barriers and broke in.

But Draco didn't tell him the specific date, what he focused on was that someone could actually break through the fire dragon in Gringotts!

"Hagrid," Harry pointed to the piece of paper pressed by the heating hood, and asked strangely, "Why did you cut out this message and keep it?"

Hagrid stammered, "Anyone will pay attention to the news about Gringotts."

Harry said: "July 31st, the day the Gringotts break-in happened happened to be my birthday, and that day happened to be when Professor Snape took me to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. When I was at Gringotts, I Met you, Hagrid, and it's likely we were there when it happened!"

Unexpectedly, Hagrid didn't dare meet Harry's eyes this time.He just grunted and handed Harry another rock pie.

Harry reacted strangely to Hagrid, who read the report again—the underground vault, which had been searched by the intruders, had in fact been emptied earlier in the day.

"If taking that dirty little bag means taking it out, then it may also be Hagrid who took it out of the underground vault of No. 713." Harry suddenly thought of it, "otherwise, who would deliberately put irrelevant news How about cutting it out and keeping it? Especially with Hagrid's careless character, he doesn't seem like a news lover who likes to save newspaper clippings."

"Is that dirty little bag what the intruder is looking for? What could be inside?" Harry wondered curiously.

Harry and Ron walked back to the castle for dinner with their pockets heavy with rock pies.They didn't want it at all, but out of politeness, they were too embarrassed to say no.

After drinking tea with Hagrid, Harry became more and more suspicious that what the intruder wanted to steal was probably what Hagrid took out that day.

However, Harry quickly let go of these unnecessary curiosity: "It's none of my business, is it? And Hagrid hasn't lost anything."

He put the news of Gringotts behind him and devoted himself to the novel world of magic.