HP When Harry is a Genius

【詹姆·波特，生于1960年3月27日，卒于1981年10月31日

莉莉·波特，生于1960年1月30日，卒于1981年10月31日

The last enemy to destroy is death]

Harry read the words slowly, as if he had only one chance to read their meaning, and he read the last line.

【The last enemy to destroy is death】

"Life is beyond death, death is still life," said Sirius' voice softly.

But they're dead, Harry thought, they're gone.

The empty words couldn't hide the reality that his parents' rotting corpses lay under the ice and stones, cold and unconscious.

Tears welled up all of a sudden, scorching hot, freezing on the face in an instant, what's the point of wiping and covering up?

Harry let the tears flow freely, his lips were tightly shut, and he looked down at the thick snow, which covered the remains of Lily and James. Now there must be only bones and dirt left, and he didn't know or care that they were left in the world. son standing so close.

Sirius took his hand again and squeezed it tightly.

Harry could feel his grief as much as his own.He held Sirius back tightly, took a deep breath of the cool night air, and tried to calm himself down.

Sirius raised his wand and drew a circle in the air, and a garland of Christmas roses bloomed in front of them.

Harry caught it and placed it on his parents' graves.As soon as he got up, he wanted to go, and he felt that he couldn't bear to stay any longer.

He put his hand in Sirius' broad palm, and Sirius put his arm around his shoulders, and the two of them turned silently across the snow towards the dark church and the narrow gate out of sight.

When they walked to the gate of the cemetery and stepped on the slippery stone road, they all felt relieved.

There were more people in the bar than before, and many voices were singing the carols they had heard in front of the church.

"Want to go in and sit?" Sirius asked, following Harry's gaze.

Harry shook his head: "It's better not to disturb the residents here."

Sirius fell silent, leading him down a dark street.It leads out of the village, the opposite way they came in.

Harry could see where the houses disappeared and the side streets turned into fields again.He passed more windows flickering with lights, silhouetted Christmas trees behind curtains.

Sirius's pace was getting slower and slower, slower and slower.

Finally, he stopped.

In the darkness, he stood there for a long time, and then said softly, "Harry, we are here."

Harry saw it too.

The Fidelity Charm must have ended with the deaths of James and Lily.

In the dozen or so years since Hagrid had taken Harry from the ruins, the hedge had grown into a mess and the rubble was buried waist-deep in the grass.

Much of the house still stood, completely covered in black ivy and snow.But the right side of the top room had been blown up, and Harry figured that must be where the spell bounced.

He stood at the door, looking up at the ruins with Sirius.

Harry reached out and grabbed the snow-covered, heavily rusted iron door, not wanting to open it, just wanting to hold part of the house.

It was as though his hand on the door had caused the change: a wooden sign rose from the ground in front of them, emerging from a tangle of nettles and weeds like some strange, rapidly growing flower.Gold letters on the plaque read:

[On October 1981, 10, Lily and James Potter died here. Their son Harry was the only wizard who survived the killing curse.The house, invisible to Muggles, was preserved as a ruin to honor the Potters and serve as a reminder of the violence that tore their family apart. 】

Next to these neat handwritings, there are various inscriptions, all of which were written by wizards who came to pay their respects to the place where the "Boy Who Lived" escaped from death.Some just wrote their names in indelible ink, some carved their initials on wooden plaques, and some wrote messages.

"Looks like it's become an attraction here," said Sirius. "Is that why James and Lily's tombstones are so neat?"

"Did the villagers make this sign, and their grave?" Harry asked.

"It should be, together with the statue in the square." Sirius said.

"Thank you." Harry said softly to the wooden sign.

"Do you want to go in and take a look? Although it seems that the collapse is not safe, if you want to—" Sirius asked, pointing to the gate covered with snow and rust in the ruins.

"No," said Harry, holding Sirius' hand, "let's go home, Ron and Remus are waiting for us to spend Christmas Eve together, Kreacher must have prepared the turkey."

They left, leaving two rows of footprints, one large and one small, on the white snow of Godric's Hollow.

When they entered Grimmauld Place it was already very late.

Sure enough, Kreacher and Dobby had prepared everything, and what emerged from between No. 11 and No. 13 was no longer a broken door, dirty walls and gloomy windows.

It was replaced by a majestic black iron gate and a wall that was so clean that it shone through the snow.Holly wreaths hung over the doors, and the silver snake knockers were tied with Christmas cravats.Enchanted candles hung in clusters from door and eaves.There was a warm orange light in the windows, and there seemed to be Christmas pictures on the glass.

The house-elf seemed to have repainted the entire exterior of the house, and even the entire square had been swept clean and tidy.

When they stepped into the house, Dobby and Kreacher greeted them from left to right.

"Take off your shoes, master, and wash your hands before supper," said the house-elves to them, as they seized their coats, and went to hang them on the wall, beside which hung many old-fashioned robes, freshly laundered.

Ron and Lupine followed them, giving Harry and Sirius big hugs each.

"Just waiting for you guys," said Lupine. "Kreacher and Dobby have everything ready, and I can't wait for dinner."

The interior of Black's old house was also very different from what it had been on Harry's first day there.It becomes magnificent and beautiful.

The chandelier in the foyer and the walls are covered with hanging flower ribbons composed of holly and mistletoe. Magical snowflakes are piled up on the new carpet. At the end stands a towering Christmas tree with hundreds of glittering lights. candles.

Harry noticed that even the elf heads on the hall walls wore Santa hats and beards, and even Mrs. Black's portrait was framed with holly wreaths and streamers.

"Welcome home, child." The old lady Black in the photo frame said with rare warmth, not sure if it was to Harry or Sirius.

"We cleaned and decorated for a long time," Ron said, putting his arm around Harry's neck, pointing to the huge Christmas tree. Knowing how Dobby and Kreacher do it, they're amazing."

"It's an honor for Dobby to serve little master Harry and everyone. Dobby will keep improving!" the young house elf said happily, looking a little embarrassed.

Kreacher just bowed, and then said in a low voice: "This is what Kreacher should do, then please move the host and guests to the kitchen and start dinner."

There is also a towering Christmas tree in the basement kitchen, with little sparkly icicles and golden bubbles hanging from it.The long wooden table is filled with rich Christmas treats.

In the following night, Harry enjoyed the warm Christmas Eve with his friends, teachers and godfather in Grimmauld Place, and soon fell asleep.

Unlike Harry, Sirius had been out of his mind since his return from Godric's Hollow.

In the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping soundly, Sirius, who was still unable to sleep after tossing and turning, stood in front of the window again wearing a coat and holding a wine bottle.

The scene of chatting with Harry in the living room that day repeated in his mind, and what Lupine said to him not long ago was always ringing in his ears:

"I think Harry has a kind of maturity that doesn't match his age. He is too sensible, but it makes him appear cold."

"I have been observing him, and I think he treats Ron, Hermione, and the Weasley twins, these good friends of his, are actually alienated and deserted. The only one he cares about is Draco Mal Fu, I don't know if it's because he found out that he takes Draco too seriously, and he is also deliberately alienating him."

"He's very close to Severus, he trusts Severus. But really, he never really opens up to Severus, it's more of a fledgling thing. I think if it had first appeared in The person next to him is me, and he will be so close to me as well."

"He seems to have a particularly deep resistance and disgust for Dumbledore-yes, disgust. And he seems to be afraid of Dumbledore."

"He cared a lot about his Muggle kin, and smiled when I mentioned them to me. However, I think the reason he was so fond and close to the Dursleys was because he knew them It's not the same kind of people, they can't be together for a long time. In other words, the natural sense of distance between the Dursleys and Harry made him feel at ease and boldly get close to them."

"He's friendly to Slytherins, to pure-bloods, to Muggles and half-bloods, to everyone. He's smart, kind, brave, learned, motivated, the best boy you'll ever meet."

"He's friendly with Slytherins, but you don't have to worry about him supporting pure-bloods. He's close to Muggles and half-bloods, and Slytherins don't have to worry about him being hostile to pure-bloods."

"He's so perfect that it's outrageous."

"But you can also say that no matter whether it's pure blood or Muggle, no matter what kind of doctrine, he doesn't take it to heart. He is a kind of indifference with kindness."

"He watched the wizarding world from a distance."

"I guess he even thought about withdrawing to his Muggle world if something went wrong. However, isn't he equally indifferent towards the Muggle world?"

"All his perfections are just masks."

"He seems to be living according to the pattern and process, as if he has set a perfect and healthy personality for himself, and then lives according to this personality."

"But he's only 13 years old."

"What were you doing when you and I were 13? What were you thinking about when we were 13?"

"I'm worried, one day he can't bear it anymore, he can't wear this mask anymore, what will happen?"

"He shouldn't live in such a scheming way, he shouldn't face everything alone all the time, he shouldn't even have a trustworthy person to confide in, and he can only bear everything he encounters."

"I'm afraid that he will end up on the edge of the wizarding world and the Muggle world. I'm afraid that there will be no home for him to feel at ease on either side."

"A 13-year-old little wizard, the darkest black wizard in the world is his enemy, and the most powerful white wizard in the world is also guarded against and suspected by him, and he seems to be surrounded by mentors, friends, relatives, but there is no one People can make him trust wholeheartedly, do you think he is really happy?"

"Harry, the heaviest, loneliest little wizard I've ever seen."

"He shouldn't be so tired."

"And you are his godfather."