HP When Harry is a Genius

The moment Harry caught the Snitch in his hands, the stands were boiling. This would be a new record. No one could remember a game where the Snitch was caught so quickly!

Harry's name was chanted by the audience, and he seemed to have once again verified everyone's imagination of the savior.

"Ron, Ron! The game's over! Harry's won! We've won! Gryffindor is ahead!" shrieked Hermione, jumping around in her chair and giving her a tight hug. Patil in the front row.

Ron, Seamus, and Dean hugged each other. They cheered non-stop, beat each other's shoulders, and threw the Gryffindor red scarf into the air, throwing it all over the ground. Neville also joined them.

Draco pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.Goyle and Crabbe were still eating snacks mechanically, their stomachs seemed to be bottomless.

Harry jumped off his broomstick a foot above the ground.He made it - the game was over; it lasted less than five minutes.

As the Gryffindors swarmed into the arena, Harry saw Snape land next to him, pale and with tightly pursed lips - evidently he had just been shot straight at him by Harry's cannonball. The scene is exciting.

Then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder.He looked up and saw Dumbledore's smiling face.

"Well done," said Dumbledore, in a voice so soft that only Harry could hear him, and Harry smiled shyly at him.

The Gryffindor teammates ran over and put him on their shoulders. The Weasley twins rode broomsticks and cheered and spun up and down beside him. Wu's face was full of excitement, sweeping away the haze of the previous training Expression; Ron and Hermione jumping up and down in the distance, cheering.

An hour later, Harry broke away from the crowd and sent his Nimbus 2000 back to the broom shed alone. He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts. Those windows were shining red under the setting sun. The light, evening air has never been sweeter.

The scene of just an hour ago reappeared in Harry's mind. He thought of the wave of joy of the Gryffindors, thought of Snape and Draco's expressions of anger and joy with their lips tightly pressed just now, and laughed silently. up.

Thinking of Snape... Harry saw a hooded figure walking quickly down the main steps of the castle, obviously not wanting to be seen, that figure was heading straight for the Forbidden Forest.As Harry watched, the joy of victory in his heart gradually disappeared, replaced by deep doubts, and he recognized the man, it was Sev.

"He sneaked into the Forbidden Forest while the others were having dinner - what was he trying to do?" Harry hopped back on his broomstick and took off.Gliding noiselessly over the castle, he saw Snape running into the Forbidden Forest.

Harry followed quietly.

The trees were so thick he couldn't see where Sev went.Harry could only hover, getting lower and lower, flying past the treetops, and finally heard the sound of someone speaking.Harry flew lightly towards them and landed quietly on a tall beech tree.

Harry scrambled cautiously along a branch, his broomstick tightly held in his hand, trying to look down through the leaves.

Below, in a shadowy clearing, stood Snape, but he was not alone.Quirrell was there too.Harry couldn't read the expression on his face, but he was stuttering more than ever.Harry listened intently to what they were saying.

"No—don't know why you would—want—choose to meet here, Severus—" Quirrell stammered.

"Oh, I don't think it should be public," said Snape, his voice icy. "After all, students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry leaned forward.Quirrell was muttering something.Snape interrupted him: "Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"Y-but-but, Severus, I—" Quirrell sounded anxious.

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape, taking a step closer to him.

"I—I don't—know that you—"

"You know exactly what I mean!"

An owl hooted loudly, startling Harry.He steadied himself just in time to hear Snape say, "Your secret little trick, I'll wait."

"Y-but, I don't-no-no-"

"Very well." Snape interrupted him, "We'll talk again soon, after you have had time to think it over and decide who you will serve allegiance to."

He threw his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing.It was almost completely dark, but Harry could still see Quirrell standing there motionless, like a clay sculpture.

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"Harry, where have you been?" said Hermione sharply.

"We won! You won! We won!!" Ron slapped Harry on the back hard and shouted, "But I shot Malfoy's eye blue. Neville was alone against Crabbe And Goyle both! Still completely unconscious."

Harry immediately looked at him displeased.

"Don't be angry, Malfoy's eyes are not serious! He provoked me first. He mocked Gryffindor first. He called me and Neville fools, and he called you! Oh, Harry , You always favor Malfoy! He's an evil bad boy, not a porcelain doll!" Ron explained a little aggrieved.

But Harry didn't care about that, he just looked at Ron silently.

"Okay, okay, I promise, I promise, the next time he provokes me again, I will definitely hold my breath, don't be angry. Okay, next time I let Malfoy punch and kick me, I will never fight back, okay? "Ron was extremely helpless, he raised his hands and said as if surrendering.

"Don't be mad! Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're throwing a party and Fred and George stole some cake or something from the kitchen." Hermione took them both by the arm.

"Don't worry about that for now," Hahe said out of breath, "we'll find an empty room, and you listen to what I tell you."

They found a nearby room, and Harry was sure that Peeves was not there before he turned and closed the door, and told them what he had seen and heard.

Hermione began to analyze naturally after listening.

"So, your analysis was correct before. That thing is the Philosopher's Stone. Quirrell wants to get the stone. He must want to let the students know about the Philosopher's Stone. In this way, many students will break through the ban and help He dealt with Lu Wei.

And Snape was blocking him, but there seemed to be some sort of agreement between them?Allegiance?Professor Snape is a Death Eater, but he teaches at Hogwarts. Who is he loyal to?

Snape asks Quirrell if he knows how to subdue Fluffy - and mentions Quirrell's 'secret little trick', presumably referring to Quirrell's hex on Harry.

I guess, besides Lu Wei, there are probably other organs guarding the Sorcerer's Stone, there may be a lot of magic and witchcraft, maybe some anti-black magic spells have been cast, and Quirrell needs to dispel them."

Hermione clearly analyzed Harry's new information one by one.

Ron was amazed at this: "Hermione is amazing! It's a pity that you don't go to the Ministry of Magic to be an Auror. You really deserve to be the second child in our grade~ Wannian!"

Ron purposely procrastinated the words Wan Nian Er Er, so angry that Hermione chased after him and wanted to hit him. Seeing this, Harry quickly changed the subject: "You mean, only when Snape Is the Sorcerer's Stone safe if it can resist Quirrell?"

"If you count on our dean, the stone will not be there until next Tuesday." Draco's sarcasm suddenly came.

Ron and Hermione looked towards the door in astonishment. The door closed by Harry was opened at some point, and Draco was leaning lazily on the door frame.

"Also, when you talk in the future, please have some anti-eavesdropping measures!", Draco sneered.

"Malfoy, can you stop being so elusive all the time!" Hermione was so angry that her face was crooked. Ron glanced at Draco and looked at Harry shyly. He heard Harry muttering about Malfoy all the way. You know, his cheeks were swollen from Malfoy's beating, and his nose was bleeding, okay? Why didn't you hear Harry say a distressing word?

Harry walked to the door, pulled Draco over his eyes and gently traced his eyes with his fingertips, and said reproachfully, "Why is it still blue, didn't you treat it in time?" Then he waved his wand and cast a healing spell.

Draco gestured triumphantly to Ron.

Ron immediately turned to Hermione weakly: "Ah, Hermione, I also need treatment, and I also need love."

Hermione said hesitantly, "I'm not so proficient in healing spells, I just put a mouse to death last week."

Ron looked at Hermione with a look of horror on his face. Like some small animal trying to escape, he jumped to distance himself from Hermione.

Harry watched the small movements of several people, and felt extremely warm and peaceful in his heart.

When he was on the road just now, he noticed that Draco was secretly following them all the way.

Thinking of Draco being so angry that he fought Ron after leading the Quidditch score in Gryffindor, but he was so awkwardly anxious to see himself.Such a young master who cared about his image and was afraid of pain, did not seek treatment for his bruised eyes, but instead wandered around the campus waiting for himself to appear.Maybe he felt that Gryffindor had won, but it was not good for him to rush to celebrate for himself, and even got rid of his two little followers.

Especially when Draco was tailing him, he thought he hadn't been discovered, and his smug expression along the way made him so proud that he was going to heaven.With his bruised eyes, messy hair caused by fighting, and crumpled and untidy Slytherin robes.

"Looks like a smart but funny, little idiot."

Harry thought happily.

He felt that he liked this kind of feeling of teasing a smart person to be stupid without the other party knowing it.

"Then why Snape couldn't resist Quirrell?" Hermione asked strangely.

"I don't know who our dean is loyal to, but it won't be Dumbledore anyway, otherwise he can't be a distinguished guest of the Malfoy family." Draco said rationally: "So he can't help Dumbledore take care of the Philosopher's Stone. I guess he might stay neutral, maybe even steal with Quirrell, after all, that stone is a good potion material."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other anxiously.

Harry was thoughtful:

Did the Malfoy family actually think that Snape was not from Dumbledore's camp?

The author has something to say: Straight Harry: Ron and Draco are my good brothers!

Ron: So why am I treated so much worse than Malfoy?

Harry: Because of Dracomy, you eat lotus root.

Hermione: Then why do you care more about Malfoy than me?Obviously I'm a girl.

Harry: Because you are just my good friend, not a good brother~

Regarding the principal, let me say that I am a fan of Lao Deng from the beginning to the end.

And I don't think Lao Deng is a white lotus flower illuminated by the holy light, otherwise I wouldn't be a fan of him.

I don't even think that a superior person can be pure and flawless, if so, he will not be far from being overthrown.

And, from the perspective of Harry in this article, Harry is now 11 years old.

that's all.

ps Lao Deng in Fantastic Beasts 2 is really, with a very tall figure~

Thanks to the three little angels Ye Ye, jojojo, and Thunder Cut for giving me the nutrient solution, okay~

Your support is the source of motivation for me to generate electricity with love, mua~

读者“叶叶”,灌溉营养液62018-11-2019:34:59

读者“jojojo”,灌溉营养液12018-11-2019:43:44

读者“雷鸣之切”,灌溉营养液12018-11-2109:15:14