HP When Harry is a Genius

At breakfast, the owls flocked into the Great Hall as usual, and Hedwig brought Harry a platinum parcel.

Harry happily looked down at the beautifully packaged platinum parcel with a dark green bow tie in front of him. This should be another delicious pastry from Narcissa.Harry opened the package, sure enough.He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, then immediately spit it out with a frown.The pastry was harder than Hagrid's rock cakes!It tastes even worse than Hermione's hangover soup!

A note exuding the delicate fragrance of lilies was exposed under the pastry, and it was written in beautiful hairpin script:

【Dear Harry, Sirius made this for you.He insisted on learning how to make desserts with me and told me not to tell you, but I doubted my brother's craft.Love you Aunt Narcissa. 】

Harry looked up at the Slytherin table. Draco was distributing desserts to Goyle and Crabbe with a disgusted expression. He usually never gave desserts from home to others.

At this time, another eight long-eared owls flew into the Hogwarts Great Hall with their slender packages, and everyone's attention was attracted by them.

Harry looked up at the slender package, feeling vaguely expectant.

Sure enough, eight owls circled down and landed right in front of him, knocking his bacon to the floor.At this time, there was a small gray thing jumping and flickering under the package.

Ron lifted the pack a little, and what looked like a small gray tennis ball with feathers slammed into his head.Only then did they notice that there was a ninth owl.

It was a tiny owl, so small that they could hold it in the palm of their hand.

It held a letter that was too big for it, and its center of gravity was a little unstable, so it kept turning somersaults in the air.It tossed the letter beside Harry's plate, and then whizzed across the Gryffindor table like a flaming firework, obviously proud of the task.

Ron grabbed the excited little owl like a fluffy golden snitch.

Harry opened the letter. "It's from Sirius!" he said cheerfully.

"What?" Ron and Hermione leaned over excitedly, looking from left to right.

[Dear Harry:

It's hard to believe I'm writing to you, a day I never dreamed of.

I live in Malfoy Manor now.You might not believe it, but this is the first time I've stepped foot in Malfoy Manor, even though Narcissa is indeed my cousin.

Narcissa was great to me and so was his husband, it's hard to believe you're friends with them.I'm not speaking ill of them, and certainly not yours.I'm just amazed.

Your friend Draco, oh, he seems to be my nephew too?He wrote to his mother. He seemed to have misunderstood me. He asked Narcissa to take good care of me, saying that it was unbearable for someone in this world to catch wild mice every day.

But actually, he doesn't know, I've been eating Kobe beef and bluefin tuna for the past two or three months.

Even Narcissa said my body wasn't that bad.So, don't worry.

I heard you were the youngest Seeker ever in Gryffindor, so I bought you a broom worthy of you as a belated 13th birthday present.

I noticed you paid special attention to the Firebolt in the window of the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley.

Hope this broom is to your liking.

Narcissa's vile Death Eater husband, Malfoy (crossed out in ink, but Harry makes it out) Dear Lucius, tell me you love the old castle at Malfoy Manor.My old Blake house is at 12 Grimmauld Place in London. It is a mansion not inferior to Malfoy Castle. It is only a 20-minute walk from King's Cross Station. I think you will like it.

But it has been empty for more than ten years and has become uninhabitable.Your house elf Dobby has moved over there to clean up.There's also a not-so-likable deranged elf there called Kreacher, and I hope Dobby doesn't get on too badly with him.

——Before writing this letter, Narcissa accompanied me once, and she said that she would not allow me to take you to live in Black's old house until the cleaning was completed.

Fortunately, Dobby is capable.And Kreacher, out of respect for Narcissa, has also become very capable.I think they will clean up the old house soon.

But Narcissa didn't know, you didn't say you wanted to live with me in Black's old house.I think, you must be more willing to live with your aunt's family than me, an incompetent godfather, right?But fortunately, Petunia's family also lived in London, not too far away.

—hope Petunia will let me call her that.

So would you like to go to Black's old house for Christmas?I think Dobby and Kreacher must have cleaned up the old house by then.

Love you Sirius Black]

Harry immediately yearned for Black's old house, which was not inferior to Malfoy Castle, and he couldn't imagine that there were elves crazier than Dobby the house-elf in the world.

Hermione pointed to the blotch of ink that called Lucius a despicable Death Eater, clapped her hands and laughed, "Of course Sirius was surprised! You know, he is a pure Gryffindor, so he did not hesitate to break with the family because of this." .and then turned on his own godson, and flirted with his renegade Slytherin kin."

The personal biography of Sirius has been circulated in various wizarding newspapers and magazines for a long time. Not only Hermione, but almost everyone knows Sirius' past experience like the palm of his hand.

Ron said enviously: "As expected of the Black family, they are so rich. Fortunately, he escaped, otherwise the money of the Black family in Gringotts would be cheap to those goblins!" He looked at it with dreamy eyes. Looking at the slender package on the dining table, he said, "So, this is the Firebolt Arrow? Harry, quickly unpack it."

"Wait!" Harry flipped through his schoolbag, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote quickly:

[I am willing, see you at Christmas.But can you tell Dobby and Kreacher not to clean the house yet?I've always wanted a Castle Adventure!When the Muggle Castle of Windsor was on fire, I really wanted to sneak in and take a look.Maybe we can clean together during Christmas break.Harry. 】

He folded the parchment and handed it to Hedwig: "Good girl, go to Malfoy Manor and give it to Sirius Black."

Hedwig rubbed Harry's hand affectionately, asked for a sip of applesauce, then glanced at Ron's hand with disdain, and then flew away.

— the little owl was croaking happily in Ron's hand, having pecked a small gash on one of his fingers, as if thinking it was a way of caressing.

"There's a postscript in it!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing to Sirius' letter.

Harry found another note in the envelope:

[I thought your friend Ron might like to keep the owl, since he lost the mouse through my fault.I've asked Crookshanks before and he suggested I get a little breast pocket owl then and said Ron would love something like a *mice.It took me a while to pick this little owl. 】

"Oh, that damn stupid cat! Does it think it knows me well?" Ron complained half-truthfully. He looked at the gray owl the size of a tennis ball in his hand and said cheerfully, "But to I'm good enough, it's mine! It's not like a mouse, and it's called Piglet from now on!"

Harry could not find the slightest resemblance between the owl and the pig.He turned his gaze to the slender package on the table and tore it open while the entire auditorium watched.

A beautiful, shiny broom rolled out.

Exactly the same as the one that Harry and the big black dog saw every day and dreamed of when they were in Diagon Alley.Harry picked it up and it glistened.He could feel it vibrate and let go.It was suspended in mid-air without any support, and the height from the ground was just right for him to ride on.His eyes went from the golden serial number on the top of the broomstick to the perfectly smooth, streamlined tip of the broomstick.

Almost all the students cast envious glances, and the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw surrounded him.

Wood hurriedly pushed Hermione away and squeezed to Harry's side, his excited tone sounded hoarse and harsh: "Slytherin is finished!" He said, with an abnormal intoxicated blush on his face: "They don't have world-class brooms! Harry, we're going to rub the Slytherins on the ground for the Quidditch match in a few days!"

Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's hand anxiously, and said in an extremely urgent and trembling voice: "Harry, you know, I don't mind using other people's second-hand things, I'm used to it. Your Nimbus 2000— —”

"It's yours," said Harry.

"Wow!" Ron stomped his feet happily, "Is it Christmas today? Why is it so beautiful!" The little gray owl, which he held tightly in his hand, squeaked in pain.

Then Hermione pushed back. "Strange," she said, "In the past, Malfoy would have rushed to try this world-class broom, but now he has no reaction at all."

Harry looked towards the Slytherin dining table, Draco was staring at the Firebolt and Arrow with a fascinated look, but he really restrained himself from running over to take a closer look.After receiving the gaze of the Gryffindor trio, the platinum boy glared at them viciously.

"I think he's really mad," Hermione whispered. "We really went too far yesterday. He's turned into a baby and we canceled and teased him. Anyone would be mad."

"He is afraid that we will laugh at him. You know, I have a photo of him when he was three years old. I can develop the photo tonight." Ron said, stroking the pig's head. The little owl fits into the breast pocket!

Harry frowned, thinking of the unimaginable erotic dream last night, he turned his head away from Draco.

It's common to have strange dreams after being drunk, but it's not true, Harry Potter is a straight man!And Draco, Ron had been right all along, his attention and patience with Draco had been too much.

This won't work, it has to be changed!

作者有话要说：帅的惨绝人寰扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2019-04-1502:35:16

读者“巧克来来来”,灌溉营养液+102019-04-3001:22:33

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读者“帅的惨绝人寰”,灌溉营养液+12019-04-1502:35:17

Thank you little angel, bow~ I wish you all eat chicken!