HP When Harry is a Genius

For the next two days, they gave Dobby and Kreacher a thorough cleaning of the old house.

Except for Regulus's room which is marked not to enter.Harry didn't want to offend, and Sirius didn't seem to want to go into his brother's room, so they both ignored the other bedroom on the top floor.

As for the writing desk that kept shaking and rattling, they also checked the contents.

"Yeah, Harry, I'm pretty sure it's a Boggart," Sirius said at the time, leaning over the keyhole, "but maybe we'd better leave it to Remus, who's good at it." .This Boggart knew my mother, and was probably a much better guy."

"So how scared are you of Granny Black?" Harry complained.

Lupine refused to deal with the Boggart, he looked at Harry and Ron: "This is your extracurricular practice opportunity."

Ron refused to enjoy the practice, and he gave Harry the chance: "You haven't shown Sirius your excellent defense against the dark arts yet, have you? Come on."

Harry rejected Ron's kindness, and he said kindly: "Every life is worth cherishing, let this Boggart go, it is innocent."

In the end they decided to do nothing with the Boggart and save it for the holidays.

In view of Dobby's unique taste and appreciation, they also went to Diagon Alley together to buy the curtains and other accessories burned by Harry.

At Madam Malkin's, not only had they pulled the curtains and rugs, but Sirius had made several outfits for himself, Harry, Ron, and Lupine with a big wave of his hand.

After that, Lupine took Ron for a stroll, while Sirius and Harry went to Gringotts, and gave Harry a key to the Black family vault 711.

"The Black family is really rich. No wonder Sirius can afford the best broom in the world. If Ron saw it, he would go crazy." Harry thought silently as he looked at the dazzling Jin Gallon piled up to the ceiling of the vault.

Sirius and Harry, who came out of Gringotts, met Ron and Lupine, and bought everything you can imagine for the Black old house at 12 Grimmauld Place in a series of shops such as the Wiserek Magic Supply Store. Unexpected and unexpected daily necessities and accessories.

Sirius, who has been in prison for 12 years, seems to have developed a shopping addiction, and he bought all kinds of things.

He even wanted to buy a solid gold cauldron for his godson Harry when he passed Patchy's cauldron shop.

Although Harry wanted it very much, but in order to take care of Snape's mood - his brass cauldron was given by Snape, he reluctantly refused.

Ron was also deeply touched by Sirius' love.

The red-haired boy hooked Harry's neck, and said with emotion: "It's really important to have a rich godfather. Harry, you must be my child's godfather in the future!"

And at Mrs. Primpney's beauty pharmacy at No. 275 Diagon Alley, this beauty pharmacy is obviously dedicated to solving the problem of witches' acne, but Sirius insisted on pulling Ron in to treat it. He tried to treat freckles, but was told by the shopkeeper that there was no cure for Weasley's freckles.

In the Tuofan clothing store, of course, Sirius waved and bought a lot of slightly coquettish clothes.He also wanted to buy for Ron, Harry, and Lupine, but the clothes in this tailor's shop were too flashy and fancy to be worn at Hogwarts, and Harry refused.

They even went to the Jump and Fromp Magic Joke Shop and bought lots of gizmos.

In the end, Sirius' strong paternal love had nowhere to show, and he went to Madam Malkin's shop with the big cat Crookshanks in his arms.Madam Malkin asked Madam Malkin to make some clothes for Crookshanks, but was almost thrown out by Madam Malkin with a big ruler.

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When there is one day before Christmas, that is, the morning of December 12th.Harry quietly appeared on Sirius' bedside like a ghost, staring straight at his sleeping godfather, startling the poor man.

"On Christmas Eve, can you accompany me to my house? To the place where I was born." He said.

At dusk, Sirius and Harry stood in a snow-covered alley, in a dark blue sky above, the first stars already shimmering.

"Godric's Hollow is a village in the western counties of England. It is a semi-wizard settlement. It is the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor, and the first place built by the wizard goldsmith Bowman Wright. A place where the Snitch is." Harry recited sternly, "I've been thinking about this place, where I was born, for the past 12 years. I thought I'd be thrilled when I came back here again, but I am very calm now, and my mind is very empty.”

Sirius silently held his godson's hand, and they left two rows of clear footprints on the white snow.

Houses lined narrow alleys with Christmas decorations shining in the windows.Not far ahead, the golden street lights showed that there was the center of the village.

They walked forward holding hands, the icy air piercing their cheeks like needles.

Passing more houses along the way, Harry looked at the snow-covered front doors, roofs and porches, and felt so strange and alienated, he couldn't feel the closeness and familiarity of a wanderer stepping into his hometown.

That's right, he was just over a year old then.Protected by the Fidelity Charm, he never even left the Potter house, never getting a good look at his hometown, Godric's Hollow.

Turning the alley to the left, the center of the village—a small square appeared in front of them.

In the middle of the square is a war memorial-like building, half-hidden behind a windswept Christmas tree and surrounded by colorful lights.

There are a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel, with jeweled radiance across the square of stained glass.

The snow here is all compacted.Hard and slippery places that have been trampled on all day.

Villagers passed by in front of them, briefly illuminated by street lamps.There was staccato laughter and pop music as the bar doors opened and closed, and they heard carols singing from the chapel.

"It's so peaceful here," said Harry, looking at the church.

"It's Christmas Eve after all." Sirius squeezed his hand.

"Are they...are they going to be there? I can see the graveyard behind that," said Harry hesitantly.

He finally started to feel a shiver that was more like fear than excitement.Now that the distance is so close, he doesn't know whether he wants to see it or not.

And Sirius also stood there silently, not daring to go forward.

They stood quietly for a long time before Sirius took Harry's hand and led him towards the church.

But in the middle of the square, Sirius stopped suddenly. "Harry, look!" He pointed to the monument.

As they passed, it changed, and instead of being an obelisk covered with names, it became statues of three men:

A man with disheveled hair and glasses, a beautiful and kind-looking woman with long hair, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.Snowflakes fell on the top of the three of them like fluffy white velvet hats.

Harry stepped closer, gazing into his parents' faces.He never imagined there would be a sculpture.How strange to see myself carved in stone, a happy baby with no scars on her head...

"Let's go." Harry said after looking up enough.

They continued toward the church, and as they crossed the street they looked back, and the statue became a war memorial again.

The closer you get to the church, the louder the singing becomes.

Harry's throat tightened, he missed 12 Grimmauld Place so strongly, he missed 6 Lemon Street, he missed Snape's cold cellar, he also thought of Kreacher's onion soup, Aunt Petunia's burnt A birthday cake, Ron in a hand-knitted sweater, and Hermione holding a spellbook.Finally, Harry held the Gryffindor lion locket on his chest.

There is a narrow door at the entrance to the cemetery.Sirius pushed it away as lightly as possible, and the two of them got inside.

The path leading to the church door was slippery, with deep snow on both sides and untrodden.

They walked across the snow, walking towards the back of the house against the bright light from the church windows, leaving deep shoe prints behind them.

Behind the church, rows of snow-covered tombstones stand on a light blue silver carpet.Dazzling flecks of red, gold and green are dotted with reflections of stained glass on the snow.

Sirius and Harry shone lumos with their wands, one after the other toward the tombstones.

"This is not, this is not..."

They walked to the depths of the cemetery through the snow, bent over to carefully examine the inscriptions on the tombstones, and left deep shoe prints on the snow.

Harry stopped before a dark stele.

Sirius bent down and saw [Candra Dumbledore] engraved on the frozen, moss-spotted granite, with the birth and death dates [and daughter Ariana] and a motto: [Where is the treasure? , where is my heart?]

"Did Headmaster Dumbledore live here, too?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Sirius replied softly, "He, like you, also walked out of Godric's Hollow."

Harry read the words on the tombstone again.

【Where the treasure is, so is the heart】

"Is this the inscription chosen by Headmaster Dumbledore?" Harry asked softly.

"Perhaps, I'm not sure," said Sirius curtly. "Go on."

They turned and walked away, rubbing other broken, moss-covered steles, looking down to identify them.

"Harry, come here.

Sirius' voice came from the darkness, low and clear, a few meters away.Harry could tell from the tone of his voice that it was his parents this time.

He felt a heavy weight on his chest, a grief that really oppressed his heart and lungs.

The tombstone, just two rows away from Candela and Ariana's, was white marble, and the writing was easier to read because it seemed to glow in the dark.Harry didn't have to kneel down, or even come very close, to read the inscription.