HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry and Dudley spent the day wandering the streets of London.

At first they only planned to visit the busiest Oxford Street and buy some gadgets.But what boys of twelve or thirteen like the most is excitement and strangeness, and it is also the time when they are full of energy and lively.Therefore, once the two people who are not short of money go shopping, they can't stop.

They shopped for a long time in the famous Selfriges department store and Marks and Spencer department store, and walked all the way from Oxford Street to Bond Street to see the luxury goods of the season. They even went to the LV and Chanel stores that girls like.

Then they stopped by the opposite Regent Street for a stroll. There was Hamley's, the largest and oldest toy store in the world, where Harry and Dudley lingered for a long time.

Next is Fortnum&Mason, a specialty department store that focuses on food and afternoon tea. The two boys almost ate their stomachs here.

Finally, the two, who couldn't walk anymore, crossed Piccadilly Circus and went to Chinatown for dinner.

However, in Chinatown, Harry and Dudley simply fell in love with the ancient oriental culture, and the two had a burst of crazy consumption.

While shopping in the small commodity market in Chinatown, Harry caught a glimpse of a vivid jade statue, an elf with a white radish on his head squatting on the ground and drawing circles with his fingers.

The honest and loyal Chinese boss told him that this white radish pier is the ginseng doll, the mascot of the ancient oriental country, and its scientific name is Brother Nan, which protects people from entering and exiting safely.

Harry thought it had the mysterious charm of an ancient oriental country, so he bought it.

The two boys each bought too many things, and they couldn't carry the big and small bags.

Fortunately, Harry had brought the enchanted box with him, and every time he found a corner, and put his and Dudley's trophies in the box when the Muggles were not looking.

Dudley was so envious of the box, he kept begging Harry to give it to him, but Harry refused.

Magical snacks were okay, Harry didn't believe that Dudley's current concentration would stop him from showing off the magic box to other Muggles.

But Harry assured Dudley that in a few years, when Dudley had grown up, he would consider sending him a magic chest.

Maybe by then Dudley had forgotten about it himself.Harry thought silently.

Harry thought it had to be the craziest birthday he'd ever had, even more exciting than the thrilling escape the Dursleys had taken him to do to avoid the Hogwarts acceptance letter on his birthday last year.

After all, there is really nothing in this world that is more pleasing to the heart than "buy, buy, buy".

By the time they got back to 6 Lemon Street, Harry and Dudley were exhausted, and the dinner party hosted by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hadn't ended yet.

However, the two boys really didn't have the energy to continue to attend the dinner party. After politely greeting everyone in the living room, they went to Dudley's bedroom to sort today's spoils.

After finally sorting out the various products he bought, Harry, with sore hands and feet, quietly returned to his bedroom.

Harry closed the door, turned on the light, and turned to fling himself down on his soft, comfortable cot.

But the problem is, there is already a person sitting on his little bed.

Harry almost cried out in surprise.

The little monster on the bed had big bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls.

Harry realized right away that this was a house-elf who had absolutely no business being here.

The house-elf slid off the bed and bowed so low that his spindly nose touched the carpet.

Harry noticed that he was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with holes in his arms and legs.

"Oh—hello." Harry said calmly, but calmly pinched the wand hidden in his sleeve with his fingers, and quickly and silently recited the Silencing Charm to cast a barrier around the room.

Since the fight with Voldemort who was attached to Quirrell last semester, Harry has developed a good habit of never leaving his wand.

There is a saying in the Muggle community about soldiers that "the gun is there, the gun is dead", and Harry agrees.He felt that as a wizard, he should also "the stick is there, and the stick is dead". At the same time, he also paid more attention to the practice of silent spells.

"Harry Potter!" shrieked the house-elf. "Dobby has been wanting to see you! It is a great honor, sir."

"Thank you." Harry walked to the desk, blocking Hedwig who was sleeping in the big cage with his body as if nothing had happened.On the surface, he asked politely and politely, "Who are you?"

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby," said the house-elf.

"Oh, did you? Nice to meet you, Dobby," said Harry. "I don't want to be rude, but it's not quite right to have a house-elf in my bedroom at the moment."

Aunt Petunia's hypocritical loud laughter came from the living room, and Uncle Vernon's high-spirited talk about business experience could be vaguely heard.

The Dursleys were still receiving guests who had lingered.

Harry was prepared not to let this elf ruin Uncle Vernon's banquet, even if warned by the Ministry of Magic.

The elf hung his head in frustration.

"It's not that I'm unhappy to receive you," Harry said to the house-elf with a pleasant face, "it's just that the timing is very wrong. By the way, what do you want me for?"

"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby eagerly, "Dobby is here to tell you, sir... hard to say, sir... Dobby doesn't know where to begin."

"Sit down and speak slowly." Harry pointed to the chair by the desk and said politely.

He was still a little shy about the dirty elf sitting on his bed before, and under the influence of Draco, Harry became a little bit of a clean freak and fuzzy in this regard.

Unexpectedly, the elf suddenly burst into tears, which startled Harry, and he cried loudly.

"Sit—sit!" whimpered Dobby. "Never, never..."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to offend you." He remembered that house-elves are creatures who put themselves in a very humble position. Sometimes you treat them with too much respect, but they will think you are insulting them.

But at the same time he felt that the house-elf was a bit strange, after all, it sat on Harry's bed when Harry was not in the room before.

No gentleman would sit on someone else's bed without permission, although elves aren't gentlemen either.

"Offended Dobby?" said the elf, choked up. "No, no offence. Harry Potter was so kind, and no wizard ever made Dobby sit down - as an equal -"

Harry was embarrassed for a moment, but he quickly made a reassuring expression and settled Dobby kindly in the chair.

At the same time, Harry aimed the wand in his sleeve at the chair.

Harry planned to glue the house-elf to the chair as soon as he acted out of character!

Dobby sat there sobbing and hiccupping, looking like a big ugly baby.At last it managed to control itself, and gazed at Harry with admiration and admiration from its large, tearful eyes.

"You probably haven't met many easy-going wizards." Harry said perfunctorily, trying to calm the elf down.

Dobby shook his head: "Not all wizards are like you—" Then it suddenly jumped up, banging its head against the wall frantically, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Come on—what are you doing?" Harry said eagerly, but he stood there idly, without reaching out his hand to stop the elf's self-mutilation.

Hedwig was awakened by an exceptionally loud scream, and frantically flung herself about in her cage, looking as if she had been terribly frightened.

"Oh, good girl, don't be afraid." Harry hastily patted the cage lightly, stroked Hedwig's snow-white feathers tenderly, and calmed the panic-stricken Hedwig patiently with soft words.

"Dobby's going to punish himself, sir," said the elf, his eyes already slightly meeting. "Dobby almost spoke ill of the master, sir."

"Who is your master?" Harry asked amiably, and then dragged the chair to Dobby's side: "You should sit down and speak slowly, don't be nervous."

The elf sat down, and it said in a confused way: "The wizarding family that Dobby serves, sir, Dobby is a house elf - he must serve a family forever..."

Harry nodded encouragingly at it.

But the house-elf was so nervous, and his logic was so confused, that he kept going back and forth without saying who his master was.

Harry got a little impatient: "Does your master know you're here?"

Dobby shuddered.

"Oh no, sir, they don't know. Dobby's going to punish himself the hardest for coming to see you, and Dobby's going to shut his ears in the oven door. Just in case they know, sir—" Dobby said in horror.

"But if you put your ears in the oven door, won't they notice?" Harry asked curiously.

"Dobby guesses not, sir. Dobby always punishes himself for things, sir. They make Dobby do it, sir. Master reminds me to punish myself harder sometimes," said the elf.

Harry was a little speechless: "Then you came to me by yourself? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Harry just greeted him politely out of upbringing, but unexpectedly the house-elf was so moved that he burst into tears.

"Harry Potter asked him if he could help Dobby... Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but Dobby didn't know your kindness before..." the elf whimpered.

Harry felt feverish on his face, he was just talking casually, not planning to get into any trouble, he hurriedly said: "Don't be like this, I'm just an ordinary little wizard, I'm still in the Muggle world, so I shouldn't be able to help you What's busy."

"Harry Potter is so humble," Dobby said reverently, his big round eyes shining brightly, "Harry Potter doesn't tell the story of his victory over the devil who can't even mention his name, he just says that he is an ordinary Little wizard."

"You mean Voldemort?" said Harry.

Dobby put his hands over his ears, looking in agony, and begged, "Oh, don't say that name, sir! Please, don't say that name!"

Harry was speechless. He almost regretted being wary of this house elf before, because it was obvious that this elf was "not quite right."

"It's impossible for Voldemort and the Death Eaters to send this kind of character to kill me." Harry complained silently in his heart.

"I'm sorry," Harry said soothingly to the weeping elf, "I know a lot of people don't like him that way."

Dobby moved closer to Harry, his eyes as big as headlights.

"Dobby heard," he said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter met that man again a few weeks ago, that Harry Potter escaped again."

Harry nodded.

Dobby burst into tears.

"Ah, sir," he sobbed, wiping his face with the corner of a dirty, tattered pillowcase, "Harry Potter is brave! He's been through so many dangers! But Dobby wanted to protect Harry Potter, To send him a message, even if Dobby has to shut his ears in the oven door afterwards...Dobby wants to say that Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts."

The house was quiet, only the clanging of knives and forks downstairs, and Uncle Vernon's loud talk.

The author has something to say: The white radish pier statue bought by Harry pays tribute to the cute little brother Nan~

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