HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry and Hermione helped Ron out of the stadium. They were only about twenty paces away from Hagrid's cabin when the door suddenly opened.But it was not Hagrid who stepped out, but Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in the palest lavender robes today.

"Hide away," Ron said while spitting, "I don't want to be seen by this man again!"

Harry took Ron and hid behind the nearest bushes.Hermione hid, too, but reluctantly.

"If you need any help, just come to me, you know where I am!" Lockhart was speaking loudly to Hagrid, "I'll give you a book I wrote. I'm surprised you don't have one yet .I'll sign it and send it over tonight. Well, goodbye!" He strode toward the castle.

After Lockhart left, Harry hurriedly pulled Ron out from behind the bushes, walked to Hagrid's door, and knocked urgently.

Hagrid came out immediately, looking angry, but when he saw them outside the door, he immediately smiled. "I've been talking about when you'll come to see me. Come in, I just thought it was Professor Lockhart coming back."

Harry and Hermione helped Ron across the threshold into the cottage, with a king-size bed in one corner and a fire crackling merrily on the other.Harry helped Ron sit on the chair, and eagerly told Hagrid about Ron's slug-spitting situation. Hagrid didn't seem too worried.

"It's better to spit it out than to swallow it," he said cheerfully, finding a big brass basin and setting it in front of Ron. "Come on, Ron."

"I guess there's nothing to do but wait for it to stop by itself," said Hermione worriedly, watching Ron lean over the copper basin.

Harry said despondently, "I've got to learn some more common spells."

Hermione comforted: "It's not your fault, no one will know how to solve this spell." She turned to Ron, with some rare gloating in her tone, and she taunted: "You 'invented' a magic wand with a broken wand. A new spell that no one has cast before, what a feat! With a broken wand! I warned you long ago that your wand is too broken to work and will malfunction. Look, sure enough!"

"Stop it!" said Ron impatiently, spitting out a whole bunch of disgusting slugs.

"What happened to Ron's wand?" Harry asked.

"He used his brother's second-hand wand," said Hermione. "I've never heard that even second-hand wands can be used! And his wand broke completely in the previous Transfiguration class. Oh, you I was asleep and didn't see it. But he just patched it up with magic glue!"

Hermione said angrily: "I suggested to him to write home and ask for another one, but he didn't listen to me. I don't believe that Mrs. Weasley is reluctant to buy a wand for her son!"

Harry was a little embarrassed. Hermione had never seen the bare vault of the Weasley family in Gringotts. He felt that it was really possible that Mrs. Weasley couldn't afford to buy Ron a new wand.

Hagrid was busy making them tea, and Fang, his great hound, dripped saliva all over Harry.

"What did Lockhart come to you for, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ear.

"Teach me how to keep a nyx from getting into a well!" said Hagrid angrily, taking a half-plucked rooster from the well-scrubbed table and putting it on the teapot, "As if I didn't know. Bragging about how he got rid of female ghosts. If one of them is true, I'll eat the teapot!"

It wasn't Hagrid at all to criticize the teachers at Hogwarts, and Hermione looked at him in surprise.

Harry said: "I think there must be something special about him. Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he is the most suitable candidate."

"The only one," said Hagrid, serving them a plate of fudge. "I mean the only one. It's hard to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher these days. People don't want to do it. They don't think it's a good job." Geely. None of them last long."

"But Professor Snape has always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Harry.

Hagrid stretched out his index finger and shook it lightly: "Dumbledore will not agree, where can you find a better Potions professor than Professor Snape?"

Harry nodded proudly, and agreed very much: "That's true, he is the most powerful Potions professor in the wizarding world."

"Tell me," said Hagrid, looking over at Ron, "who is he trying to curse?"

"Slytherin's Quidditch captain, he pulled out his wand to curse one of our first years," Harry explained.

"Very vicious," said Ron hoarsely, sticking his head out on the edge of the table, pale and sweaty, "Flint called him 'Mudblood', Hagrid, and even Malfoy doesn't say that word now It's gone." Ron hurriedly leaned down again, and a new batch of slugs rushed out.

Hagrid looked indignant, "Is that true?!" he yelled, looking at Hermione.

"Yes," said Hermione, "but I don't think it's necessary to make such a fuss, Malfoy used to call me a Mudblood too, but this—"

"That's the most insulting thing he could think of," said Ron, panting, peeking out his head again. "A Mudblood is a slur for Muggle-borns. Some wizards, like the Malfoys, always feel They're superior to everyone else because they're so-called purebreds." He belched a little, and a slug fell into his palm.He threw it into the washbasin and went on: "Actually, the rest of us know it doesn't matter at all. You see Neville Longbottom, he's a thoroughbred, and he can't even put the cauldron right."

"They haven't invented any spells that Hermione can't do!" Hagrid said proudly, and Hermione blushed brightly.

"It's a nasty title," said Ron, wiping the sweat from his brow with trembling hands, "meaning dirty, low-blooded. It's all crazy. Most wizards these days are half-blood. If Without intermarrying Muggles, our species would have been extinct."

He retched for a while, and hurriedly bent down again.

Hermione asked suspiciously, "But didn't your family marry Muggles?"

Harry laughed and joked: "Other families may become extinct if they don't intermarry with Muggles, but the Weasley family will definitely not. His family is a miracle among pure-blood wizards."

Ron proudly said: "Of course. Malfoy is jealous of my family, there are so many children, vomit—" He started to spit snot as soon as he spoke, "It is a miracle that there are many children, so I have to use a second-hand wand. It's fair, uh-"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron.

"Well, I don't blame you for wanting to curse him, Ron," said Hagrid loudly over the splatter of slugs falling into the basin, "but maybe it's a good thing your wand is out of order. That boy, his parents will come to the school aggressively, Slytherin parents are very overbearing. At least you're out of trouble."

Harry said nothing. The bloodlines had been debated for hundreds of years and had sparked several wars.Although he himself is a half-breed, destined to stand on the side of half-blood and "mudblood", he can't really say who is right and who is wrong.

Hermione clenched her fists: "Sooner or later, I will let those purebloods realize that their persistence is meaningless. This should be a genetic problem. If they insist on purebloods to maintain strong magic power If there is no doctrine, then they don’t need to reject Muggle-born wizards at all. Because Muggle-born wizards have obviously carried magic factors through genetic mutation, from this point of view, Muggle-born wizards are even more powerful than half-bloods.”

Harry looked at Hermione appreciatively, and he turned sideways to discuss with Hermione: "I agree with you, if magical talent is only about genes. From the perspective of Darwinian evolution, Muggle-born wizards may indeed be more powerful than half-blood or even pure-blood wizards." The magic talent is even stronger. After all, it is speculated from biology that if these magic genes exist, they are likely to be recessive genes. My concern is that magic talent is not only about genes, but also about magic curses or blessings Miracle substance."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully: "So there are a lot of things that need to be proved and deduced. It is not a simple conjecture that can be simply concluded. But I believe in my intuition. Since God has given magic to a small part Muggles, then these chosen ones will not be forsaken by God."

Harry blinked and said jokingly, "Honestly, Hermione, how did you manage to believe in both God and Darwin?"

Hermione retorted: "Then how did you manage to believe in both Newton and Merlin?"

Harry shrugged helplessly: "This world is too complicated and wonderful, and many things cannot be explained by non-theology. Newton himself was obsessed with theology in his later years."

Not to be outdone, Hermione said loudly: "So now, are you going to discuss with me the legend that Darwin abandoned the theory of evolution and returned to the embrace of God in his later years?"

Ron spit out a big mouthful of slugs.From the beginning of the discussion between Harry and Hermione, there was always a painful expression of "Come and kill me!" on his face, and he couldn't help but roared: "You! You must be in front of me!" Are you saying these inexplicable nonsense?! Can you speak a little bit of human language to take care of my emotions? I am a patient!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other awkwardly, and they patted Ron on the back, trying to make him feel better.

"Come and see what I planted." The kind-hearted Hagrid said with relief.

In the vegetable field behind the hut, twelve large pumpkins grew.Harry had never seen pumpkins this big, each half as tall as a man.

"Not bad looking, isn't it?" said Hagrid gleefully. "It's for the Hallowe'en feast. It'll be big enough then."

"You put the Bloat Charm on them?" Harry asked, glancing at the pink umbrella hanging on the back wall of the cabin.

Harry had reason to believe that this pink umbrella was not as ordinary as it seemed.In fact, he was very suspicious that Hagrid's old school wand was hidden in the umbrella.

Hagrid cannot use magic, and he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year.

But Harry never quite figured out why.Hagrid would clear his throat loudly at the mention of the matter, and mysteriously play dumb until the subject changed.

Hagrid looked left and right to see if anyone was there: "Hey, I did a good job, right?"

Hermione found it very interesting: "Well, you did it very well."

"That's what your little sister praised me too." Hagrid nodded at Ron, "I just saw her yesterday." Hagrid glanced at Harry, his beard twitching, "She said just walk around and see , I think she was hoping to meet someone in my room." He winked at Harry.

Ron burst out laughing, spraying slugs onto the ground.

"Watch out!" growled Hagrid, pulling Ron away from his precious pumpkin.

It was almost lunch time, and Harry had only had a little fudge since early morning, so he was determined to go back to school for dinner.The three said goodbye to Hagrid and walked back to the castle together. Ron hiccupped occasionally, but only spit out two very small slugs.

As soon as he stepped into the shady hall, he heard a voice.

"You're back, Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a straight face, "you stay tonight."

"What am I going to do, Professor?" Ron asked, holding back a hiccup nervously.

"Go and help Mr. Filch polish the silver in the prize room," said Professor McGonagall. "No magic, Weasley, all by hand."

Ron gasped.Filch the janitor is the one that all the students hate.

"Eight o'clock in the evening, remember." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

Ron walked dejectedly into the Great Hall, followed by Hermione, with a look on his face that seemed to say, "You did break the school rules."

At the dinner table, even the mashed potato pie couldn't whet Ron's appetite. "Filch's killing me," Ron wailed. "No magic! There's at least a hundred trophies in that room. I'm not as good at scrubbing as Muggles are."

Harry was not in the mood to visit the Slytherin chamber at all. He and Hermione came to the library and flicked through "A Hundred Sentences of Household Magic", hoping to help Ron next time a similar situation happened.

That night, Ron came in rubbing his right arm, bringing the smell of stain remover polish to the dark room.

"My muscles are stiff." He wailed and fell on the bed. "He made me polish that Quidditch trophy fourteen times before I was satisfied. Later, when I was polishing a 'Special Contribution to School' medal, Spit the slug again and it took a century to wipe the goo off!"

The author has something to say: The Weasley family is really "powerful"...

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Thanks to the two little angels, bow~