HP When Harry is a Genius

Over the following weekend, Harry's dour look attracted the attention of many.Many people even gave Harry presents. It seemed that his loss was a big deal, and everyone wanted to cheer him up wholeheartedly.

Hagrid gave him a bouquet of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow Chinese cabbages.Ginny Weasley, blushing, gave him a homemade cheering card that would scream and sing if Harry didn't close it up and tuck it under a dish or fruit Come.Even Wood told Harry in a hollow, lifeless voice that he didn't blame Harry at all.And Ron and Hermione were by his side from beginning to end.

But, no matter what people said or did, it couldn't make Harry feel better, because all people knew was part of his troubles.

Not only is he sad about the loss, he's also worried about Pettigrew's escape and his own sexuality.

On Monday, Draco was back in the hustle and bustle of the main school, with the Gryffindors taunting him both openly and covertly.In the potions class that followed, every time Draco passed through the main castle, Dean and Seamus would vigorously imitate the way he was stunned by the dementor.

In the end Draco led the Slytherins into a fight with the Gryffindors.During the melee, a furious Ron threw a big, slippery crocodile heart at Draco, hitting him in the face, so angry that Snape deducted fifty points from Gryffindor.

As for Harry, he never said a word for Draco from the beginning to the end, and Draco did not complain to Harry as usual.

Everyone thought that Harry and Draco had a falling out over the age-reducing agent and the loss.Although these two people talked and laughed at Yanyan politely when they met, it seemed no different from usual.However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Harry and Draco were not as close as they used to be.They became like a pair of normal good schoolmates, rather than the best friends who used to be inseparable.

Ravenclaw's victory over Hufflepuff at the end of November had brought Harry's spirits visibly high.Gryffindor still had a chance to play after all, although they couldn't afford to lose another game now.

Wood was full of energy again, and he kept working on his team in the bitterly cold and rainy weather that continued into December.Harry hadn't seen any more dementors on campus.Dumbledore's anger ordered Fudge to take all these wandering dementors back.

Two weeks before the end of term, the sky suddenly cleared to a blinding egg white and the muddy grounds were covered in a shiny frost one morning.

Inside the castle, there is a Christmas atmosphere everywhere.Charms teacher Professor Flitwick has been adorning his classroom with shimmering lights that are actually little fairies with wings constantly fluttering.

Students are happily discussing vacation plans.Ron chose to go to Black's old house with Harry for Christmas, while Hermione had to arrange her two-week vacation in the Hogwarts library to catch up on her unreasonable homework and homework.

Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "Divination class, I must drop the divination class in the next semester!"

"There's also Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, and Arithmetic and Divination," said Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron.

Before the holiday, they picked a sunny day to visit Hagrid.

Harry and the others walked slowly on the muddy lawn, which had been drenched by the month-long rainstorm and hadn't been dried by the sunny Weibo sun. The edges of their socks and cloaks were soaked and frozen.

The harsh winter frosts had made the Forbidden Forest look enchanted, every tree was slightly tinged with silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like a sorbet.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He's not out, is he?" said Hermione, shivering under her cloak.

Ron put his ear to the door. "There's a strange sound," he said. "Listen, is it Fang?"

Harry and Hermione put their ears to the door, too.

There was a low, regular fluttering sound of blowing one's nose in the hut.

"We'd better get someone to come, shall we?" said Ron uneasily.

"Hagrid!" cried Harry, banging on the door. "Hagrid, are you home?"

There was the sound of heavy footsteps, and then the door creaked open.Hagrid stood there, eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down the front of his leather vest.

"You heard me cry!" he yelled, and then he threw himself on Harry, throwing his arms around Harry's neck.

Hagrid was at least twice the size of a normal human being, and that was no joke.Harry almost collapsed under Hagrid's weight, but was rescued by Ron and Hermione, who got into Hagrid's armpit and lifted him up.Harry also helped, and the three of them got Hagrid back to the cabin.

Hagrid let himself be ushered into a chair, then flung himself on the edge of the table, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face and dripping down his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, what's the matter?" asked Hermione, stunned.

Harry found an official letter on the table, opened, and asked, "What's that, Hagrid?"

Hagrid sobbed harder, and he pushed the letter towards Harry, who picked it up and read:

[Dear Mr. Hagrid: We have further investigated the incident of the hippogriff attacking the students in your class, and we have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident. responsibility.

As for the Hippogriff in question, we have decided to support Mr. Lucius Malfoy's formal dismissal of the case.Hereby, the Hippogriff is removed from the Dangerous Creatures Committee and returned to your own disposal.I hope you properly dispose of this dangerous creature, and don't let it attack students again. 】

Below is a long list of school boards.

"Isn't that nice, Hagrid," said Harry, patting Hagrid's broad shoulders.

"I thought Buckbeak was going to die. You don't know those weirdos from the Dangerous Creatures Committee!" Hagrid choked up and wiped his tears with his sleeve. "They hate these funny animals the most!"

Suddenly a sound came from the corner of Hagrid's cabin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned quickly.

Buckbeak, the hippogriff, was lying in a corner of the room, chewing something so that blood was running all over the floor.

"I can't tie it up in the rain!" Hagrid choked up. "Alone! It's almost Christmas!"

Harry and the others looked at each other.In fact, what was popularly called a "horrible monster" was certainly endearing by Hagrid's usual standards.

"Anyway," Harry said with difficulty, "it turned out to be good, Buckbeak is fine now."

"Oh, yes. So I was moved to tears." Hagrid wiped away tears.

Ron couldn't bear it and made a vomiting motion at an angle that Hagrid couldn't see.

"It's all thanks to little Malfoy," said Hagrid, twitching. "His father has lodged a formal appeal, but little Malfoy persuaded him to withdraw. It's a big deal for Lucius Malfoy." It was an embarrassing thing to do, but Malfoy did it anyway. It's very kind of Malfoy."

Ron couldn't bear it and said: "Don't forget, it was Draco Malfoy who insisted on appealing to you back then, and Harry was the one who was injured, and the reason for the injury was to protect him!"

Hagrid whimpered and stuck his neck and retorted loudly: "Don't forget, little Malfoy is a Slytherin. It's good enough that Slytherin can do so much for me!"

Ron said in disbelief: "Just because he did one good thing, do you forgive him for doing so many bad things in the past? Sure enough, bad people are always easier to win sympathy than good people. After I have a son, I will let him He goes to Slytherin!"

Hagrid was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Ron.He poured them all tea, and offered them a plate of bath fruit bread, but they knew they'd better not eat it, they'd learned enough about Hagrid's craft.

"Little Malfoy is a good guy anyway." Hagrid muttered, "Buckbeak used to catch ferrets to eat, but he is not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest to find food for a while. His house-elves sent lots of red stoats."

"What?!" Ron stared at Buck Bobby's bloody mouth that was still chewing, his face crooked with anger.

Hagrid didn't understand what Ron was mad at, and Hermione giggled.

"I have something to discuss with you." Hagrid said, he looked very serious, very different from his usual attitude.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Little Malfoy," said Hagrid.

"What's the matter with him?" Hermione asked.

"He's fine, that's the problem. He's been attacked by dementors, I went to see him, I begged him for Buckbeak, and he said yes. I asked him for Christmas break to see Norbert, and he Yes. I could tell he was scared and lonely. I don't think you should blame him for the loss, you haven't spoken to him since the Quidditch match—"

"He's not afraid or lonely! He even led someone to fight with us not long ago, and I was deducted fifty points by Snape!" Ron interrupted Hagrid angrily.

"That's why you laughed at him first! You threw a sticky crocodile heart in his face! I think you should value friends over Quidditch and house points!" Hagrid said stubbornly.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably.

"He's been attacked by a dementor, he's a victim, and you're acting like he's a murderer," said Hagrid.

"If he apologizes to us, I'll talk to him! He's the one who stuffed Seamus and Dean's necks with frog brains and rat guts! And he turned Neville's legs into twists! Attacked! He's a little devil with a belly full of bad water, not a little angel!" Ron said angrily.

"But he's a Slytherin, and he's done pretty well!" insisted Hagrid.

Ron was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Hagrid anymore.

Hagrid turned to Harry, "Do you think it's all his fault too? Harry, I always thought you were the most fair."

Harry shrugged and said, "Our relationship with Draco was too close in the past, and now it's only slightly back on track. And Hagrid, you know, we belong to different colleges after all, it's impossible It's normal to stay together every day, and it's normal to be estranged. I can't always favor a Slytherin, I'm Gryffindor. And Draco is a naughty boy, and he's the head of Slytherin, as you can imagine so fragile."

Hagrid didn't want to talk to Harry anymore, he sought an ally from Hermione: "What do you think, Hermione?"

The wandering Hermione gave a blank "Ah—" and said, "Actually, I don't quite understand what you are worried about. We used to be noisy with Malfoy before? It's just that the noise is a little louder this time." It’s just that it’s been a little bit longer, but it doesn’t mean that we have broken up with him. Besides, Harry is right, Gryffindor can’t always hang out with Slytherin, everyone is getting older, I need my own private space more and more. What's the point of two people from different colleges hanging out all day long? It's not about being in a relationship."

Harry twitched uncomfortably again.

They spent the rest of their visit discussing the possibility of Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup.At nine o'clock, Hagrid sent them back to the castle.

They returned to the common room to find a large crowd gathered in front of the bulletin board.

"Hogsmeade, next weekend!" said Ron, craning his neck over the heads of the crowd to read the new notice.

Harry said disinterestedly, "Oh, I'm not going."

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise. The red-haired boy lowered his voice and said, "I know you went shopping a lot last time and visited a lot of places, but this is the last Hogsmew visit this semester." Tokumura, Professor McGonagall also lifted your ban, why don't you go?"

Hermione chimed in.

"I am, I don't think it's interesting." Harry said without interest.

Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, "Harry, maybe, you really need a relationship to adjust your mood. After all, being in love makes people happy. And you know, sometimes being in love can help people recognize clear your heart," she casually looked at the lion cub locket lazily yawning on Harry's neck, and said jokingly, "How about Ravenclaw's Cho Chang? Don't you always Do you all admire her?"

作者有话要说：读者“白萝卜墩*南哥”,灌溉营养液+2，2019-05-1314:15:03