HP When Harry is a Genius

Over the next few days, Harry began to run into Gilderoy Lockhart regularly.He was eager to show Harry that he was an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but every time he just caught Harry with empty talk without any actual proof, which made Harry very annoying.

But it's more Colin Creevey that Harry encounters, who seems to have memorized Harry's timetable.

George and Fred joked that Colin must have pursued Harry as his beloved girl.Because even Percy didn't have as many chance encounters with his girlfriend as Colin.

It seemed to Colin that the most exciting thing in the world was saying "Hello, Harry" six or seven times a day and hearing "Hello, Colin" in reply.After so many days, even the good-tempered Harry felt a little bored.

Ron said it was all Harry's own fault for being too friendly every time he answered, which indulged Colin.He said that Harry should express his boredom and helplessness to Colin viciously, only in this way can Colin's entanglement be stopped.

Hermione made an unreliable suggestion. She said this: "Dear Harry, if you are tired of Colin but don't want to say 'no' to him rudely, then you might as well treat him as Mal Fu. Just imagine, Malfoy memorizes your class timetable, Malfoy meets you every day, and Malfoy always looks at you with admiration. Do you feel much better in your heart? Even a little happy? "

When Hermione said these words, her eyes were shining, and her cheeks were flushed with abnormal shyness, as if she had some kind of hysteria.

Harry looked at her like a fool, thinking that Hermione might be out of her mind.

Draco was so good-looking, how could he think Colin was Draco?He is not blind.

Ron also looked at Hermione with the eyes of an idiot. He raised his voice in surprise and said, "Didn't Malfoy memorize Harry's schedule? Didn't he meet Harry every day? Then tell me, apart from the recent During this period of time, from the first grade to the present, didn’t we meet Malfoy several times a day? You know, we are not in the same academy as him!” He paused, then added: “As for the adoring eyes, Apart from looking at Harry with equal eyes, Malfoy looks at everyone else with his nostrils? This is almost a look of admiration."

When Ron spoke, Hermione kept nodding, with a "I hadn't thought of that" expression on her face.

In the past, when Hermione showed this expression, she was always accompanied by self-blame and annoyance, but this time she looked very happy.Her eyes were bright, her face was flushed, and she was as excited as if she had been drugged.She looked back and forth between Ron and Harry with a kind of magical gaze, as if looking at the guinea pigs raised by the school doctor Madam Pomfrey, and made the two boys feel scared.

In the end, it was Colin Creevey who suddenly appeared to greet Harry again, breaking the weird and embarrassing atmosphere.

It was finally the weekend, and Harry was going to visit the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, but Captain Oliver Wood called him to join Quidditch training early in the morning, and he wanted to sleep for a few more hours.

Harry squinted and looked out the window. A thin layer of mist hung over the pink and pale gold sky.The birds chirping outside were so loud that he wondered why he hadn't been woken up just now.

By the time Harry reached the changing room on the pitch, the rest of the Gryffindor team was already there.Only Wood seemed to be fully awake.Fred and George sat there with puffy eyes and matted hair.Elya Spinnet, a fourth-grade girl next to her, seemed to be dozing off against the wall.The other two Chasers, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, sat across from each other, yawning.

"You are here, Harry, why are you so late?" Wood said energetically, "Okay, before going to the court, I would like to say a few words. I have designed a new training plan at home this summer vacation. Think it will work."

Wood held up a large schematic of a Quidditch pitch, with lines, arrows, and crosses drawn in various colors.He took out his wand and tapped it on the drawing board, and the arrows squirmed like caterpillars.As Wood explained his new tactic, Fred dropped his head on Arya's shoulder and snored.

It took nearly 10 minutes to finish the first board, but there are second and third boards under it.Wood's monotonous voice talked and talked, and Harry fell into a trance.

"That's it," said Wood at last, jolting Harry out of his reverie, for he was now thinking about what breakfast he would have at the castle, "Is it all clear, is there a problem?"

"I have a question, Oliver," said George, who had just woken up. "Why didn't you tell us yesterday when we were all awake?"

Wood was a bit annoyed. "Look, guys," he said grimly, "we should have won the Quidditch trophy last year. Our level was clearly above the rest of the team, unfortunately due to some circumstances beyond our control ..."

Harry shifted guiltily in his chair.In the finals last year, he was sent to the hospital due to excessive release of magic power and was unconscious.Gryffindor lost one player and suffered a disastrous defeat.

It took Wood some time to control his emotions, the pain of the last defeat was clearly still tormenting him.

"So this year we will work harder and harder. Well, let's put our new theory into practice!"

Wood spoke loudly, grabbed his broom, and led the way out of the locker room.His team members yawned and followed behind with numb legs.

The sun was already high after they had been in the locker room for so long, but there was still some residual fog floating on the stadium lawn.When Harry entered the stadium, he found Ron and Hermione sitting in the stands.

"Haven't you finished training yet?" Ron asked incredulously.

"I haven't started practicing yet." Harry looked enviously at the bread and jam that Ron and Hermione brought out from the Great Hall. "Wood told us about the new tactics."

He rode on the broom, kicked the ground with his feet, and flew up with a whoosh.The cool morning breeze patted his cheeks, which made him much more awake than Wood's long speeches.It feels good to be back on the Quidditch pitch.He flies around the stadium at top speed, racing Fred and George.

"Where's the click?" Fred called as they turned sharply.

Harry looked up into the stands.Colin sat in the highest row of seats, held up the camera, and took pictures one after another. In the empty stadium, the sound of the shutter was strangely amplified.

"Look this way, Harry!" screamed Colin.

"Who's that?" Wood asked.

"Freshman in first year," Harry said helplessly.

"What's going on?" Wood asked, frowning. "Why is that freshman taking pictures? I don't like it. He might be a Slytherin spy, trying to spy on our new training plan."

"He's from Gryffindor," Harry explained.

"Slytherins don't need spies, Oliver," said George.

"How do you know?" Wood asked petulantly.

"Because they came by themselves," Fred said, pointing down.

Several men in green robes entered the field, all holding broomsticks.

"I can't believe it!" Wood said angrily, suppressing his voice, "I booked today's stadium!"

Wood rushed to the ground, and because of his anger, he landed a little heavier than he expected.He got off the broom a little wobbly.Harry, Fred and George followed suit.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain. "It's our training time! We got up early! Get out, please!"

Marcus Flint was bigger than Wood."It's a big place, Wood," he replied, with troll-like cunning.

Alicia, Angelina and Katie also came over.

There were no girls in the Slytherin team, and they stood side by side in a row, squinting at the Gryffindor team with identical expressions.

"But I've got the court!" Wood snapped, "I've got it!"

"Oh," said Flint, "but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape." He waved the note in his hand and read aloud: "I, Professor Severus Snape, allow Snape to The Raitlings are training at the Quidditch pitch today, training their new Seekers."

"You added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where is it?"

A smaller boy from the lower grades flashed out from behind the six tall players, his platinum-blond hair became more and more dazzling in the sun.He held his sharp little chin high and gave Harry a defiant grin triumphantly.It was Draco.

Harry greeted Draco happily.

Since the beginning of school, Draco has been avoiding him, as if planning something secret, Harry has been looking forward to the day when the answer will be revealed, but he did not expect to be waiting here.

Wood was very angry, and he asked loudly: "What's going on, Harry?! I don't believe you didn't know before! Did you tell Malfoy that we are going to train today?"

Harry: ...

"Potter doesn't know about this," all the Slytherin team members laughed even more proudly, "Please look at Draco's father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, generously gifted to the Slytherin team." Give it a gift!"

Seven people lifted their brooms forward together, seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, and seven lines of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001", swaying the Gryffindor players' eyes in the morning sun.

"The newest model, just came out last week," said Flint nonchalantly, dusting a bit of dust from the top of his broom, "I believe it's much faster than the obsolete Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old Sweeping Seven Stars," he smiled maliciously at Fred and George, who each held a handful of Sweeping Seven Stars 5, "use them to sweep the floor."

The Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment.Especially Wood, his brows were frowned, and his eyes were almost heavy on Draco.

Draco smiled happily, narrowing his beautiful big eyes.He deliberately only called Harry by his last name, and said provocatively, "How about it, Potter, are you afraid? Just wait to be defeated by me!"

Harry smiled dotingly: "Okay, I'll wait."

Wood glared at Harry.

Just then Ron and Hermione came running across the lawn to see what was wrong, with Colin following them.

"What's the matter? Why aren't you playing? What's Malfoy doing here?" Ron looked at Draco in surprise, who was wearing the Slytherin Quidditch uniform.

"I'm the new Seeker for Slytherin, Weasley," Draco said complacently. "Just now everyone was admiring the broom my dad bought for our team."

Ron stared dumbfounded at the seven advanced brooms in front of him.

"That's nice, isn't it?" Draco said pleasantly. "But maybe the Gryffindor team can get some gold and buy some new brooms. You can sell those sweeping fives for prizes, I think museums Will bid on them."

The Slytherins laughed hoarsely.Colin Creevey came running from the high stands.

"At least none of the Gryffindors have to pay to get in," Colin mustered up the courage to say aloud, "They got in entirely by merit."

Draco's face darkened with satisfaction.

Harry quickly explained: "Draco is very good, he added fifty points to Slytherin by riding a broomstick last year."

But it was too late, the defending Slytherin team had already been irritated.

"Nobody asked you, you stinky little Mudblood!" said Captain Flint viciously, raising his wand at Colin.

Flint's words and actions elicited an immediate and explosive reaction.

The Slytherins hurried to cover Flint behind him, preventing Fred and George from jumping on him.Arya of Gryffindor screamed, "How dare you?!" Ron reached in and drew his wand from his robes, shouting, "You'll pay for it, Flint!" The underarms of the others pointed to Flint's face.

A huge explosion resounded through the stadium, and a green light shot from the back of Ron's own wand and hit him in the stomach, knocking him stumbling to the ground.

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione screamed.

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but instead of uttering a word, he hiccupped, and a few slugs fell from his mouth onto his lap.

The Slytherin team collapsed with laughter.Draco laughed so hard he couldn't stand upright, propped up on his new broom.Flint was on all fours, pounding the ground with both fists.

The Gryffindor team surrounded Ron, who kept spitting out shiny slugs.No one seemed to want to touch him.

"Harry, what's the matter? Is he sick? But you can cure him, can't you?" said Colin in a panic.

Harry took out his wand: "Curse stop!" There was no response, "Clean up!" But soon the new slugs made Ron's clothes and the ground sticky again.

"You'd better take Weasley to the half-giants, it's the closest. And he has slugs in his vegetable garden, he should know that well." Draco reminded, laughing out of his tears, and bent over Rubbing his stomach, he shouted, "Ouch, ouch, I'm so sick of laughing, Weasley, thank you for contributing my jokes for a year!"

Harry looked at George and Fred, and the two red-haired teenagers were also laughing outrageously.

George squatted on the ground and waved to Harry: "Hahaha wait a minute, let me laugh for a while before I talk."

Fred leaned on the broom and trembled with laughter, and said, "It's not that we don't feel sorry for Ron, it's really, hahaha, it's so funny."

Ron spat out slugs in pain, and murmured, "They both wish I could be like this. They used to tease me with bugs all the time when I was young."

Harry looked over at Hermione again, she nodded bravely, and they pulled Ron up by the arm.

Ron heaved violently, and more slugs landed on his chest.

Colin followed behind with a camera, and wanted to take pictures of them.

"Go away!" Hermione chased him away angrily.