HP When Harry is a Genius

"The real demon is possessing you." Harry smiled coldly, then put Quirrell's wand in half into his pocket, and turned to the door burning with black flames without looking back.

Harry walked out of the door, and outside the door, Snape and Dumbledore looked at him with complicated expressions.

"So, dear Harry, you bravely guarded the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore looked at him kindly.

"Dear professor, I think you should go inside to see the situation first. Voldemort is living in Quirrell's body." Harry said calmly.

Dumbledore seemed shocked, and he hurried through the door enveloped in black flames.

Snape remained where he was, maintaining that complicated expression.

Harry smiled obediently at Snape, and passed out in peace of mind. When he just released the magic front without shadow, he almost mobilized all the magic power he had, and then used several spells in a row, his body was already overdrawn, He was satisfied to see Snape reach out and catch him before he sank into darkness.

Harry opened his eyes, and something golden shone above his head.It's a snitch!He tried to grab it, but his arms were too heavy to lift.

He blinked, and it turned out that it wasn't a snitch at all, but a pair of glasses.He blinked hard again, and Albus Dumbledore's smiling face gradually appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry stared at him blankly, then looked around.He realized that he was in a hospital, lying on a bed covered with crisp white linen, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, as if half a candy store had been moved here.

Then he suddenly remembered something, and sat up suddenly: "Professor! Voldemort?"

"Oh, dear boy, I'm sorry I couldn't see him, he ran away when I went over," said Dumbledore.

"Will he try to steal the Philosopher's Stone again?" Harry asked naively.

"Oh, no, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed." The white-bearded headmaster replied.

"Destroyed?" asked Harry puzzled, "but your friend—Nicole May—"

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" said Dumbledore, looking very pleased. "You've made this very clear, haven't you? Well, Nicole and I had a chat and we agreed that It's the best way."

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?" Harry looked dumbfounded.

"They've got some elixirs in stock, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the startled expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"I know it may seem unbelievable to someone your age; but to Nico and Perenal, death was actually like going to bed after a long day. And , to the very sane, death is but another great adventure.

You know, the Philosopher's Stone isn't really such a wonderful thing.With it, no matter how much wealth you want to own or how long you want to live, you can get your wish!Those are the two things humans want most—the problem is, humans just like to choose what is least beneficial to them. said Dumbledore kindly.

"It's like Quirrell, isn't it? He could have been an excellent professor, but he turned to Voldemort for power." Harry lowered his head and said obediently: "But, I still hurt him."

Harry sneered in his heart, what a good excuse to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone!As long as this incident is used as an opportunity to claim that the Sorcerer's Stone has been destroyed, no matter how it is destroyed, then no one will make plans for it again, will they?

Harry has never been afraid to judge the world with the worst malice, and he has never been afraid to believe in the world with the best kindness.But this time, he didn't believe at all that the Nicolas May and others who were attached to this Philosopher's Stone would be willing to give up the beauty of this world!

"Yes, like Quirrell." Dumbledore nodded.

"So Professor, even though the Philosopher's Stone is gone, Voldemort will try to make a comeback in other ways, won't he? I mean, he hasn't disappeared, has he?" Harry asked sweetly and innocently.

"Yeah, Harry, he didn't disappear. He was still hiding somewhere, maybe looking for a body he'd share. He wasn't really alive, so he couldn't have been killed. He just slipped away by himself." , completely disregarding Quirrell's life and death; he is ruthless to his enemies, and he is also ruthless to his followers." Dumbledore replied.

"But, Harry, you may just be delaying him from regaining his strength right away, and it will take a man to be fully prepared to fight him to the death - but if he is delayed again and again, he will Maybe it will never regain strength." Dumbledore said softly, and his eyes were full of kindness when he looked at Harry.

Harry was silent. Sure enough, he wouldn't die until Voldemort's Horcruxes were destroyed.

"Then Professor, is it you who is fighting him to the death? You are the most powerful white wizard of this century. No one can defeat him except you?" Harry asked pretendingly.

"Maybe it's me, but it's more likely it's someone else. I'm old, but the future is in the hands of you young people." Dumbledore replied playfully, and he lovingly touched Harry's disheveled hair black hair.

"So Quirrell?" Harry changed the subject, he didn't want to discuss the topic of the savior with Dumbledore.

"He's dead," said Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Dumbledore in shock, and after a while, he said, "I didn't kill him."

"Oh dear Harry, you don't have to feel guilty. You did it in self-defense and you managed to protect the Philosopher's Stone from a Death Eater. We're all proud of you, you don't have to be upset, nobody blames you, Brave boy."

"Professor, I didn't kill him, so I don't feel guilty," said Harry. "How did he die?"

"Oh, it might be bleeding too much, you know, your Godly Blade Wuying has caused him a lot of damage." Dumbledore blinked.

"Isn't there a Hemostatic Charm, and besides, that spell was invented by Professor Snape, who can use counter-curses," said Harry.

"Your spell was so powerful that the Hemostatic Charm didn't work at all. Besides, Snape sent you here, so you missed the time to cast the counterspell." The logic was perfect, and it sounded impeccable.

Harry closed his eyes, Shenfeng Wuying was not Avada Kedavra, and immediate treatment after being cursed could save his life. Did he want to stain his young hands with blood?

Harry sneered in his heart, killing a person, what kind of pain and guilt would he fall into, and what kind of cold-blooded and ruthless would he become when he walked out?

In the Muggle world, no matter who you kill, you are a guilty juvenile delinquent.

But Dumbledore instilled in himself the idea of ​​killing Death Eaters without guilt, and more importantly, behind this lies the value of killing innocent people, even if they are so-called bad guys.

A child who accepts this kind of values ​​will have an indifferent and indifferent attitude towards life in the future.

Does he want to cultivate himself into a righteous but stupid view of right and wrong who only knows black and white?At that time, I will only know the so-called good and evil, but I will not see the true human nature that is struggling between good and evil.

Those who grow up under this kind of ideological education will be a qualified "savior", or in other words, more like a knife called justice.

Even if the knife is called justice, it cannot conceal the fact that it is a murder weapon.

And the murder weapon is destined to be thrown out to accomplish righteousness.

Unless, the murder weapon suddenly has emotions, understands human nature, and no longer only knows good and evil, black and white.Then the person holding the murder weapon, even out of fame and glory considerations, cannot casually arrange the ending of the murder weapon being sacrificed.

Because, a knife that has been infiltrated by complex emotions and human nature is no longer called a murder weapon, but weak.

And weakness is synonymous with human beings.

The savior who was put on the altar can only become an equally weak human being.Only those who worship at the altar will care for him, love him, and cherish him.

God loves man, but man does not love God.

People can only expect the gods to love them, they can only pray to the gods to listen to them, and they will resent the gods for not fulfilling their prayers.

No one loves and listens to the gods.

God and man are never equal.

However, the experience of falling from the altar to the mortal world, from a weapon to human evolution, from only knowing right and wrong to understanding the complexity and changeability of human nature.

Can ordinary young people really survive this painful process of nirvana?

We all know that after darkness comes dawn, but how many people die before dawn?

What's more, would the knife holder be willing to turn the knife in his hand into a person?

Harry didn't take the gamble.

Harry only knew that he would rather be a knife holder than a knife; he would rather be a layout person than a pawn; he would rather enjoy the fragrant fruits of his career than sacrifice for a noble cause.

Harry sneered inwardly, what a pity.

Unfortunately, he witnessed the death of his parents shortly after he was born;

Unfortunately, he was betrayed by his closest godfather not long after he was born;

Unfortunately, not long after he was born, he knew that he had a lunatic enemy;

The most pity is that he clearly remembers everything from the beginning to the end.

In his 11 years in the Muggle world, in order to survive and grow, he has been exposed to and done too many things that his peers would not think of.

Regarding the human heart, he has already had a deep understanding, and he has already developed a hypocritical character that is warm on the outside and cold on the inside.

He will never feel guilty for killing his enemies, nor will he grow into what Dumbledore expected.

Because, he is not a blank piece of paper that can be drawn at will.

He has already been dyed beyond recognition!

Harry opened his eyes, emerald eyes filled with fear and anxiety: "I killed the professor, I didn't do it on purpose, I don't know, I don't know that Shenfeng Wuying will have such a big effect! If If I knew, if I knew..."

Harry covered his face with his hands, trembling all over.

"No, my dear boy, you were only defending yourself. You killed the most heinous villain, Harry, look at me, Harry, you did nothing wrong, you saved the Philosopher's Stone from falling into Voldemort's hands, you saved The whole wizarding world, boy."

"I'm not wrong?" Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"Yes, you are not wrong, child," said Dumbledore kindly.

"But I still hurt him, he is a real person." Harry said uneasily.

"Dear child, you care too much, remember, he deserved it. I appreciate your kindness, but now, why don't you look at your gift?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"What are these?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's all gifts from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "What happened between you and Professor Quirrell in the dungeon is a complete secret, and secrets are always hidden." So, all the teachers and students in the school naturally know about it."

As he said that, he blinked playfully: "As far as I know, your friends Fred and George Weasley originally gave you a toilet seat. They undoubtedly wanted to have fun with you, but Pomfour Mrs. Lei felt that it was not hygienic, so she confiscated it."

"How long have I lived here?"

"It's been a day and a half, boy, and your friends will be relieved to know you're awake. They've been very worried."

Harry lay there, not knowing what to say for a moment, and within a day and a half, all the teachers and students in the school knew what happened in a closed room.If Dumbledore hadn't promoted it, he would never have believed it.

Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

Harry nodded, but stopped short because it gave him a headache.Then he said, "Sir, there is one more thing I don't quite understand. I wonder if you could tell me?"

"I'll do my best to answer your questions."

"How did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the magic mirror?" Harry asked, although he knew it was Dumbledore's plan, but he still wanted to hear Dumbledore tell him.

"Ah, I'm glad you're finally asking me about it. It's one of my tricks up the sleeves, and it's quite remarkable that it involves the rapport between you and me. You know, there's only one hope of finding the Philosopher's Stone— - He who finds it, but does not use it, gets it. Others, only to see in the mirror that they are picking up gold and getting rich, or drinking elixirs to prolong life. My brain is so good, Sometimes I am surprised myself...

Alright, enough talking.I suggest you start enjoying these candies.ah!Bibi multi-flavored beans!I was unlucky when I was young and accidentally ate a stinky bean, and I'm afraid I haven't really liked beans since - but I guess a toffee one is always safe , what do you say? "

Dumbledore chuckled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth.Then he choked out, and said, "Pah, bad luck! It's earwax!"

The author has something to say: about Lao Deng.

This article does not blackmail Lao Deng, but it does not whitewash either.

In the early stage, Lao Deng was Harry's imaginary enemy, and Harry was just Lao Deng's pawn.

In the later stage, the two gradually reached a reconciliation, and Harry would become Lao Deng's true heir, like a "father" and a "son".

similar:

The old emperor established a prince, just to block the gun, and did not really regard him as the heir, but the prince is so good, the old emperor is gradually willing to use himself to pave the way for the prince.

A certain prince knew from the very beginning that he was being blocked from the gun. He hated the old emperor wholeheartedly. He speculated secretly about the old emperor's psychology every day. He didn't want to inherit the throne at all.

However, ginger is still old and spicy, when you grow up, you will become me~

In the end, the prince gave up struggling to inherit the throne and was filial to the old emperor.

So many people say that I am black Lao Deng,

It forced me to make a big show, so bad.

读者“松阳三玍”,灌溉营养液12018-11-3020:24:06

读者“白群、”,灌溉营养液102018-12-0213:20:46

bow~~

The last two chapters are a bit depressing, sorry...