HP When Harry is a Genius

"You bastard! Beast! Bastards! You brought the Potter's pup here after all! Don't you love their house so much? Why did you bring his pup to Black's house? Selling poor quality laundry Where's the pissed old Potter bastard? How'd he allow you to bring his grandson here? Go to Godric's Hollow, old Potter bastard! Why come to live in my house! Beast! Bitch!"

Harry and Ron stared dumbfounded at the velvet-draped walls.

Dobby ran forward and lifted the moth-eaten and moldy curtains, revealing the huge portrait behind.

It was a life-size portrait.Although the facial features of the old lady above look much more delicate than that of ordinary old ladies, she has a mean face, yellow skin, sharp mouth and thin tongue, and drooling. She wears a black pointed hat, and her eyes are rolling around. He shouted with excitement at the top of his voice.

Sirius smiled awkwardly at Harry: "That's my mother, she seems to have cast a permanent sticking charm behind the canvas, and I can't get her off the wall. She, uh, may have a problem with you "He touched his handsome straight nose uncomfortably, and explained: "When I started running away from home at the age of 16, I lived in your father's house for more than a year. Your grandparents are very understanding, They treated me like a second son. My mother has held a grudge against you Potters ever since."

Ron said curiously: "So your grandfather sold shampoo? No wonder your family is so rich."

Dobby screamed at the portrait: "Old lady, young master Harry is the hero who defeated the Dark Lord and the savior of the wizarding world. You should welcome him!"

"Go away! You nasty house elf! How could Sissy and Lucius' family have such a rebellious elf like you! How did Sissy teach you to talk back to the master!" the old lady Black also screamed. shouted.

"Dobby say it again! Mrs. Malfoy and Mr. Malfoy are no longer Dobby's masters! Dobby's masters are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy!" Dobby screamed not to be outdone.

"You traitorous elf!" Old Mrs. Black was furious.

Dobby was even more angry. It waved its hands excitedly, and retorted loudly: "Dobby is not a traitor! It was Mr. Malfoy who gave Dobby to the little master Harry himself! Little master Draco is still Dobby's master!"

"A good elf won't serve two masters at the same time!" The old lady Black seemed eager to get out of the portrait and teach Dobby a lesson.

"So Dobby is not an ordinary elf, Dobby is unique! Dobby is an elf who serves the great savior Harry Potter!" Dobby straightened his chest proudly.

Harry and the others were agitated by these two shrill loud voices.

The other portraits on the wall were also woken up, uttering vicious abuse one after another.Sirius skillfully cast a stun spell on those portraits.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" roared Sirius, rushing forward and grabbing the curtain that Dobby had just lifted.

The old lady Blake's face turned pale immediately, her eyes widened, and she shouted sharply: "The prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!"

"I said it! Shut up!" Sirius roared, struggling to grab the curtain, trying to cover the portrait again.

"Kreacher! Kreacher!" screamed the old woman.

"Bang—" Another house-elf appeared, "Kreacher is here!"

It walked wearily, but it bravely stood in front of Sirius, preventing him from pulling up the curtain, and was still muttering: "Kreacher wants to prevent the young master from being disrespectful to the portrait of the mistress. The young master is an annoying, An ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart—"

"My mother, Kreacher," said Sirius grimly, "she lived entirely on resentment."

Kreacher bowed to Sirius. "No matter what the young master says," it muttered indignantly, "the young master is not worthy to shine the soles of his mother's shoes."

Harry took a close look at the house-elf, whom Sirius said was "not as lovable and crazy as Dobby".Except for a dirty rag around the waist, like a loincloth that men in tropical countries use to cover their bodies, it is almost completely naked.

It looked very old, it seemed to have more skin than his body needed, and although its head was bald like all house-elves, there were growths growing out of its large, bat-like ears. A lot of white hair.Its eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and its fleshy nose was so large it was almost like a pig's.

The house-elf paid no attention to Harry or the others, as though it couldn't see them, hunched and shuffling heroically between the portraits of Sirius and old Mrs Black.

Harry thought to himself, at least this house-elf named Kreacher has two obvious cuter features than Dobby, that is, it doesn't scream in a high-pitched voice, and it doesn't see "Harry Potter" Just excited and nervous.

The cute house-elf muttered quickly: "It smells like sewers and criminals. Oh, what a shame, werewolves, half-breeds and scum, poor old Kreacher, what can he do? That werewolf, Standing there carelessly and unscrupulously, if my mistress really knows, oh, how sad she would cry under the nine springs."

Dobby proudly introduced to his companion: "Kreacher, this is little master Harry, and his friend Ron!"

"Harry Potter!" Kreacher's two light-colored eyes suddenly opened wide, and the words in his mouth became more sparkling, "Is this real? Really Harry Potter? Kreacher saw the scar, it must be true, it was the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher didn't know how he did it, maybe he defeated the Dark Lord with more advanced black magic, he himself is the new A generation of Dark Lords—"

"You can't say that! Kreacher." Dobby said unhappily, "Dobby knows how he did it. Harry Potter is the savior, not the Dark Lord!"

"A higher level of black magic?!" The old lady Black in the portrait screamed again, "Come here, brat! Let me take a good look at your scars!"

Harry walked over with a smile: "Nice to meet you, dear Granny Black."

In the portrait, the old lady was choking. She paused for a long time before shouting angrily: "What did you call me?! Who allowed you to call me that! You really are a disgrace to old Potter!"

"I'm Sirius' godson, shouldn't I call you grandma? Besides, the Malfoy family and I are very good friends, otherwise Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius wouldn't have given Dobby to me." Harry narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

In the portrait, the old Mrs. Black stared at Harry with wide eyes, and continued to scream loudly for a long time: "You deceptive little bastard! Dirty bastard! Dirty half-breed! Freak!"

"You are not allowed to scold Harry like that!" Sirius roared angrily.

"Even if you are old Mrs. Black, you can't scold Dobby's master!" Dobby screamed loudly, and it stared at the big eyes like tennis balls and ran around the room anxiously, as if looking for something disrespectful. Splashed on old Mrs. Blake's picture frame.

Kreacher watched the movements of Dobby and Sirius warily.

Ron seemed overwhelmed, and Lupine shook his head helplessly.

But Harry himself didn't look angry at all, he slowly took out his wand facing the portrait.Kreacher the house-elf watched him warily.

A silver-white mist emerged from the tip of Harry's wand, condensing into the shape of a big snake, "This is my guardian animal, it's a big snake." Hydra came out of his hair mysteriously, hissing Spit at the portrait, Harry laughed and pulled it off his head, "This is my pet", he tilted his head and winked at the portrait: "Ah, I'm still a Parseltongue."

Crookshanks stretched lazily next to a stunned Sirius and Lupine - poor godfather and Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had just found out their beloved Harry was still a Parseltongue.

"Hahahahaha——" the old lady suddenly burst out laughing wildly, and the corners of her excited eyes were filled with tears: "The grandson of the old beast used black magic to defeat the Dark Lord, and the pet and guardian animal of the Potter cub is Snake! The way of heaven is reincarnation, who will the heavens spare! Kreacher!"

The house-elf bowed to the portrait: "Kreacher is here."

"You should take good care of Little Master Harry in Parseltongue, and tell him more about the importance of bloodlines." The portrait said kindly, "Little Master Harry likes snakes, so bring him more ornaments like this to decorate his room."

The house-elf nodded and backed away.

Ron secretly gave Harry a thumbs up: "It's really you!"

Harry tilted his head and said with emotion: "I really miss this feeling. Grandma Blake is really kind. She reminds me of Aunt Marge from more than ten years ago."

Sirius and Luplane looked at each other.

At this time, the old lady in the portrait glanced over again, pointed at Ron and said, "You, red-haired, freckle-faced, big-nosed brat, come here!"

Following Harry's example, Ron ran over and said flatteringly like a pug, "Did you call me? Dear Grandma Blake."

"What's your name?" The old lady asked him kindly.

"Weasley, my name is Ron Weasley! I'm pure blood too! I like lion-shaped ornaments." Ron said graciously.

"Sure enough, it's Weasley! Little scum! Nasty red-haired loser!" The old lady screamed loudly again, "Pure-blood shame! Traitor! Harry, you should be friends with Sissy's Draco, Stop messing with this freckle-faced scum!"

作者有话要说：读者“”,灌溉营养液+55，2019-05-1920:23:17

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