HP When Harry is a Genius

"Is it already noon?" The man asked in a low voice, even his hoarse voice after a hangover seemed to be full of the charming magnetism of metal.

He waved his wand and opened the curtains, and suddenly a large amount of sunlight poured in, shining on the man's messy hair and strong chest, making his collarbone and Adam's apple glow with faint golden light.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand leisurely to block the dazzling sunlight, and the palm of his hand cast a deep shadow on the bridge of his straight nose.He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looked out the window lazily and smiled, "It's snowing so hard, the square has turned all white. When I was in Azkaban, I really wanted to see the snow scene again. "

"Oh, with him like this, how can he worry about no girls like him!" Harry muttered softly, turned his head, no longer staring at Sirius' chest and collarbone, and replied: "It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon , Kreacher has already prepared lunch."

He turned his head and looked carefully at Sirius' bedroom.It was spacious, and must have been quite beautiful in the past.

The high windows were hung with long velvet draperies, the chandeliers were thick with dust, and the stubs of the candles were still in their sockets, and their frozen tears were dripping like ice crystals.

The pictures on the walls and the headboard of the bed were also covered with a thin layer of dust, and a cobweb was pulled from the chandelier to the top of the wooden armoire.

Harry even heard the sound of running mice as he walked towards the middle of the room!

"Hehe, the room is a bit messy." Sirius smiled awkwardly, "I haven't had time to tidy it up yet, I only cleaned the room where you slept."

Harry looked around noncommittally.

There were several large Gryffindor banners in the house, emphasizing that Sirius was different from the rest of the Slytherin family, the gold and red flags had faded.

There are so many posters and photos on the walls that the original silver-gray satin walls can hardly be seen.

Sirius looked at those photos in embarrassment, grabbed his messy long hair and forced a dry smile: "I put a permanent sticker on the back of them, so that my parents can't tear off these posters and photos."

Harry guessed that old Mrs. Black was probably driven mad by these posters and photos.Because he believed that no other Black would appreciate Sirius' taste in decoration.

The four walls are full of pictures of Muggle motorcycles, or posters of Muggle girls in bikinis, and there is even a picture of Hollywood Muggle sexy goddess Marilyn Monroe in the movie "The Seven Year Itch". 》The classic huge poster of covering the skirt in front of the ventilation pipe of the subway!

Harry gave Sirius a meaningful look.

"When I was young and ignorant, I put up posters of these girls. Hehe." Under the meaningful eyes of his godson, Sirius smiled awkwardly.

Harry looked at the pictures of motorcycles: "Do you like motorcycles?"

"Oh, yes. I had one back once, and I lent it to Hagrid," he said.

"Then Hagrid took me to number four Privet Drive on that motorcycle," said Harry, laughing.

"Oh, he told you? Haha, your dad also likes to ride my motorcycle." Sirius laughed.

"Really? I thought he only liked broomsticks," said Harry.

"Back in the day, James and I were involved in a motorcycle chase with the Muggle police. I told the Muggle police that our name is Eowyn! It's a unisex name." Sirius giggled , "That was an impressive lesson, and Lily was furious when she found out."

Harry laughed too.

And the only picture of a wizard on the wall stands in stark contrast to these posters of Muggle actresses with their faded smiles and eyes fixed on the paper, motionless.

It was four Hogwarts students standing together arm in arm, smiling cheerfully at the camera.

Harry recognized his father, James Potter, with unruly black hair sticking back like his own, and wearing glasses too.

Next to James was Sirius, handsome and unrestrained, with a slightly haughty face younger and happier than Harry had ever seen.

To Sirius' right is Pettigrew, more than a head shorter than he is, chubby, watery-eyed, excited to join the coolest bunch, and befriend admired rebels like James and Sirius .

To James' left was Lupine, looking a little scruffy even then, but with that look of surprise and joy at finding himself liked and accepted.

However, is it only because he already knows the inside story that he can see these emotions in the eyes of the person in the photo?

Sirius followed Harry's gaze to see the photo, and he said hoarsely: "I thought about taking this photo with Peter down, but I put a permanent paste on it, and James is on it too. .”

"Hang on, it's fine," said Harry.

Harry looked at the five-drawer low cabinet next to him, saw a small picture frame on it, and picked it up.In the photo: a tiny dark-haired baby giggling and flying in and out on a tiny broom.James was chasing after him with his legs, while Lily smiled and stretched her hands upwards, probably holding up the camera to take a selfie--to capture the most wonderful moment.

"Oh, that was when you were one year old." Sirius giggled, "You rode the toy broomstick I bought you."

Harry laughed too, he remembered.He rode this little broom and almost killed Crookshanks, but his parents were terrified.Harry even wondered if the ginger cat's big face, which seemed to be crushed by the door panel, was the aftereffect caused by him at that time.

Harry put the photo back on the cabinet and glanced down at the floor.

Papers, books, empty wine bottles and small items were strewn about the carpet.Several books had been shaken so roughly that their covers fell off and their pages scattered on the floor.

Harry bent down, picked up a few sheets of paper, looked at them, and recognized one as a loose leaf from an old edition of Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic, and another from a motorcycle repair manual.

The papers had dusted Harry's hands, and just so happened to be another large tan spider hanging from the ceiling chandelier all the way to Harry's eyes, at eye level.

"So," Harry frowned, stretched out his hand to cut off the spider's thread, and said, "You can sleep peacefully in this messy, smelly kennel? No, the dog that Dobby made for you in the secret room The nest is much cleaner than this room!"

He stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction and pointed at the whole room, showing a disgusted and angry expression.

"I'll clean it up, I'll clean it up now." Under the dissatisfied gaze of his godson, the handsome man rolled out of bed in a panic, trying to tidy up the room in a hurry.His loose velvet nightgown was even more impossible to fall off, his bare white shoulders were exposed, and a pair of long, slender, straight legs were looming under the loose nightgown.

His godson's gaze became even more strange and dissatisfied.

"Wash and eat first, Ron and Lupine are waiting below. You have to clean your room this afternoon." Harry put down the torn papers and said uncomfortably.

"Yes, yes, I promise." Sirius said, holding up his hand.

Harry walked out of the godfather's bedroom, Sirius let out a long sigh of relief, and then looked around the room in annoyance.

"How do I clean this up! Can the man's room not be messed up?" He complained.

"What did you say?" Harry asked loudly on the stairs.

"Nothing! I'll come down now!" Sirius shouted obediently.

In the kitchen in the basement, clean tableware was already set on the table.Ron and Lupine were already sitting there, reading the Daily Prophet.

Harry caught a glimpse of a small section in the corner of the paper that read "The Savior Spends Christmas at Daddy's".

Ron pointed to this board and smiled: "This reporter named Rita Skeeter gave Sirius a nickname, Dog Daddy. He said you are a drag, a stumbling block that hinders Dog Daddy's pursuit of happiness. "

"She said that if it wasn't for you, the dog father came out of Azkaban, and he should have dated and slept with 48 girls by now. But the dog father guards his body like a jade for you, and is afraid that he will bring back a vicious woman to you Becoming a stepmother, and then giving birth to 36 little brothers to share your pets and property with you, turning you into a problem boy. But because of you, Sirius can only be a single dog for ten thousand years, so he is called a dog father."

"What a mess." Harry said unhappily. "Has the Daily Prophet been this unserious?"

Lu Ping folded up the newspaper and said with a smile, "Their sales have fallen sharply, and they are getting closer to the style of "The Quibbler" recently."

Sirius and Harry sat down in the empty chairs at the long table.Kreacher hurried to the table with the large soup bowl, and ladled the soup into small, clean bowls, whistling.

"You're very happy, Kreacher," said Sirius.

"Yes, sir," said Kreacher, and he put the treacle tart on Sirius's plate, "Little master said that Kreacher would organize all the little things in the house, and Kreacher would be in charge of registering them." .”

"Then you are really satisfied." Sirius said slightly sarcastically.

"Yes, master, Kreacher is very satisfied." The house elf put many appetizing dishes on the table again, no less than yesterday's dinner.

"Kreacher is really capable." Ron said with emotion.

"Thank you, Master Ron, for your compliment." Kreacher said, he put a piece of fresh and crispy lamb in front of Lupin: "This is the werewolf's favorite food, please Professor Lupine to enjoy."

Sirius stared at Kreacher as if he had seen a ghost, and Kreacher backed away as if nothing had happened.

"What's going on with it?" said Sirius.

Lupine smiled and said, "Kreacher is a wonderful elf, you should be more polite to him."

"Yeah, my mum must have wanted it," said Ron.