HP When Harry is a Genius

Mr. Weasley landed the flying car next to a dilapidated garage on the outskirts of the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, surrounded by a small yard.

He whistled happily: "Home safely! Get out of the car, boys."

Harry looked carefully at the Ron's house in front of him.

It used to be what seemed to be a big stone pigsty, and rooms were added here and there, up to the height of several stories, crooked as if put together by magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house, and a sign that reads "The Burrow" is placed obliquely in front of the house.

Beside the gate lay some high-top boots, and a rusty cauldron.A few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

It looked shabby, old, and untidy, a far cry from No. 4, Privet Drive, the Dursleys' old home, which Dudley would have hated.

"Not so good?" Ron asked Harry nervously.

"Great!" said Harry cheerfully.

Although it was very dilapidated, Harry fell in love with this "burrow" very strangely, as if he had a natural intimacy with it.

He thought Ron's house looked like an oversized magic toy.Moreover, the smell of life is very strong, and there is a sense of warmth that No. 6 Xiangning Street, which is orderly and tidy, does not have.

Mrs. Weasley came briskly across the yard, and the chickens scattered.

It was amazing that such a plump, kind-hearted woman could look so much like a tiger with sharp teeth at this moment.

"Ah!" said Fred.

"Merlin!" said George.

Mrs Weasley was wearing a printed apron with a wand in her pocket.She stopped in front of them, crossed her hips, and looked at the guilty faces one by one.

All three of her sons were taller than she was, but they trembled when her anger flared up.And Mr. Weasley just hid in the garage and refused to come out.

"You know how anxious I am!" said Mrs. Weasley in a low, startling voice.

Three red-haired boys cast distressed glances at their father, whose cat was in the garage.

Mr. Weasley slowly moved over at a speed slower than that of a tortoise, and Mrs. Weasley stared at him with her hands on her hips, looking at him like a lion watching its prey.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I have to—" Mr. Weasley said to his wife, hiding behind his sons, through the three red-haired lads, in a trembling tone.

"Must, must, must! You're just deliberately finding excuses to get addicted to speeding cars!" Mrs. Weasley jumped up and picked up Mr. Weasley's ear, and shouted loudly: "You're spoiling the child, you know, Aya Thur Weasley! There are so many ways to travel, but you insist on driving a flying car on the road, anyone may see it!"

"It was at night and no one saw it," Mr. Weasley argued quietly.

"Okay!" Mrs. Weasley was very angry: "Can you open it without being seen? Arthur Weasley, do you really want to catch yourself in?"

When she yelled at Mr. Weasley, the twins and Ron gloated and danced behind them, and the twins were still imitating Mrs. Weasley's look and behavior to Harry.

Unfortunately, this led to Mrs Weasley finding out.She turned and aimed at the three red-haired boys. "And you, you three insane, bad boys! Nothing like this ever happened to Bill, Charlie, and Percy!"

The three little Weasleys curled their lips and complained silently to Harry: "Percy Percy Percy, the model Percy!"

They were convinced by Bill and Charlie, but not by Percy.They used to say at Hogwarts that Percy wasn't a Gryffindor at all, and that the Sorting Hat should have put him in Slytherin.

However, all of them had nothing to do with the furious Mrs. Weasley, they could only stand obediently and accept her reprimand.

After what seemed hours, Mrs. Weasley was hoarse before turning to Harry.

"I'm glad to see you, dear Harry," she said. "Come in and have some breakfast."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The kitchen was small and rather crowded, with a well-scrubbed wooden table and a few chairs in the center.Mrs. Weasley arranged for Harry to sit on the chair at the main table, while Mr. Weasley, who made a mistake, sat in the corner of the dining table with aggrieved and mournful complaints.

Harry sat uncomfortably on the main chair, his buttocks barely touching the edge.

He smiled apologetically at Mr. Weasley, who gave him a playful wink.

Harry looked around curiously, he had never been into a wizard's house before.

The wall clock on the opposite wall has only one needle and no numbers. On the clock face, words such as "make tea", "feed the chicken", "you are going to be late" are written on the clock face.There are three tiers of books stacked on the mantelpiece: Enchant Your Cheese, The Magic of Baking Bread, Conjure a Feast!, and more—all magic books.

There was also a battered radio by the sink playing witch songs, no TV, no refrigerator.

Mrs. Weasley was tinkling away making breakfast.She casually tossed the sausages into the frying pan, gave Mr Weasley an angry look from time to time, and muttered something, "I don't know what you're thinking, I can't believe it."

She dumped a dozen or so sausages onto Harry's plate, and added four poached eggs to his plate, just as Aunt Petunia used to do with her darling Dudley.

Harry looked at Ron and the twins helplessly. The three red-haired boys took advantage of Mrs. Weasley's turn and rushed to help Harry divide the sausage and poached eggs.

You know, there are only a few lone slices of dry bread in their own bowls, and the angry Mrs. Weasley is not happy to give good food to the three sons who have caused trouble.

Mr. Weasley looked at his sons enviously. He also only had dry bread, but he was too embarrassed to eat sausages from Harry's dinner plate.

"Flying halfway across the country in an illegal car, anyone could see you!" Mrs. Weasley was still complaining about her husband and sons.

She tapped her wand on the dishes in the sink, and the dishes cleaned themselves, the jingling sound like a background music.

At this time, a little red-haired girl in long pajamas ran into the kitchen sleepily, saw Harry, screamed in shock, and ran out again.

"Ginny," Ron whispered to Harry, "my sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"No, she wants your autograph, Harry." Fred laughed.

"She's cute." Harry complimented sincerely.

The redheaded little girl's hair color reminded him of his mother Lily.

Unlike Mrs. Weasley, who is plump and ordinary-looking, little Ginny seems to have gathered all the advantages of her parents' appearance.Although she was still young, Harry dared to say that when she grew up, she would be a beautiful girl in appearance.

After a while, a few plates were swept away.

"Ah, I'm so tired," George said, putting down his knife and fork, "I think I'm going to bed—" Fred yawned too: "Me too, I'm so tired."

"No," said Mrs. Weasley mercilessly, "you've brought on your sleepless nights. Now you're going to clear the garden for me of the gnomes. They're out of control again."

"Oh, mother—" the three Weasley boys let out a collective wail.

Mr. Weasley buried his head low and dared not speak.

Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry and said kindly, "You can go to bed, dear, you didn't encourage Arthur to drive that old car."

But Harry wasn't sleepy at all. Although he didn't sleep all night, he felt that he was full of energy at the moment, and he happily said to Mrs. Weasley: "Ma'am, let me help Ron with it, I haven't seen how to get rid of goblins yet."

"What a nice boy, but it's a boring job." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "Now, let's see what the great Lockhart has to say."

She drew a thick book from the mantelpiece.

George moaned helplessly: "Mom, we know how to get rid of the goblins in the garden."

Harry saw that on the cover of the book it was written in gilt cursive letters: Gilderoy Lockhart teaches you how to get rid of household pests, with a large picture under the title of a handsome wizard , curvy blond hair, bright blue eyes.

The photos in the wizarding world are all moving, and the handsome wizard in the photo is blinking at them wantonly.Mrs. Weasley looked down at him, smiling.

"Oh, he's wonderful," said Mrs. Weasley. "He knows all the vermin in his house. It's a good book."

"Mother adores him," Fred said quietly, but clearly.

"He's the idol of all housewives," George added in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense." Mrs. Weasley blushed. "Well, if you think you know more than Lockhart, go for it. However, if I check and find a gnome in the garden, you Just wait and see."

Harry said politely, "He does look like a knowledgeable wizard."

Mr. Weasley whistled: "The main thing is that I have a handsome face, just like me when I was young!"

Mrs. Weasley's face immediately darkened, and she smashed Mr. Weasley's head with the thick book in her hand: "Go to work after eating, don't stay at home and get in the way!"

Immediately, Mr. Weasley wilted again. He grabbed his coat from his chair and went out to work dejectedly.

Fred shrugged and whispered to Harry, "Mother is like that. She's always angry."

"Probably menopause," said George.

"I really feel sorry for Daddy for marrying such a lioness," said Ron. "I'm going to marry a little birdie wife!"

Mrs. Weasley angrily picked up the spatula and knocked on the heads of the three sons one by one, like whack-a-mole: "Little guys, don't think I can't hear you talking bad about me! Especially you, Rob Well, you are only so old, you are thinking about messy things!"

Ron jumped up with his head in his arms: "Fred also said he was going to duel with George! They fell in love with the same girl!"

Fred threw Ron a tattered rag: "Obviously you fell in love with the little girl of the Malfoy family, and shouted to fight Harry!"

George stood on the chair: "I testify! What Fred said is true, Ron secretly fell in love with the illegitimate daughter hidden by the Death Eater Malfoy's house! Mom, have you seen those platinum owls? They are all Ron is sending love letters!"

There was a lot of chaos in the kitchen, and Mrs. Weasley was chasing the three naughty people all over the room with a spatula.

Looking at this noisy but warm scene, Harry smiled silently.

The author has something to say: Ron: To be my woman, first of all, you must be gentle, virtuous, graceful, talented and virtuous, and take your husband as the key link. It is best to be an outstanding graduate of the female Durban class!

读者“青铜匕首”，灌溉营养液+20，2018-12-0800:52:35

光衍星移扔了1个地雷，投掷时间:2018-12-0810:54:05

Bow, thank you two little angels, love you~