HP When Harry is a Genius

Filch had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, and his nose was unnaturally red.

"Dirty stuff!" he shouted, pointing at the mud and dirty water dripping from Harry's Quidditch uniform, his eyes bulging terribly, the flesh on his double chin quivering violently, "Dirty stuff everywhere!" , mess everywhere! I tell you, I've had enough! Potter, come with me!"

Harry looked gloomily at the dirty floor, he had been so engrossed in thinking about the basilisk that he forgot to cast himself a Cleanse spell.

"It's all about that damn basilisk," Harry grumbled inwardly.

He waved glumly goodbye to Nearly Headless Nick, and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another trail of muddy footprints on the floor.

Harry had never been in Filch's office before, and most students shunned the place.

The room was dark and dingy, without windows, except for a solitary oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.

There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air.Wooden filing cabinets lined the surrounding walls.

From the tags, Harry knew that the cabinet contained details of every student Filch had punished.Fred and George alone took up a whole drawer.

On the wall behind Filch's desk hung a set of shiny hinges and handcuffs, fetters and the like.Filch was known to frequently ask Dumbledore for permission to hang students by their ankles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

Filch grabbed a quill from a jar on the desk, and shuffled around, looking for parchment.

"Damn it," he muttered angrily. "Sizzling slugs, frog brains, rat guts, I've had enough, I'm going to kill a chicken to show a monkey. Where's the form? Here it is!" He gave Harry a hard look.

Obviously, Harry was the "chicken" picked by Filch.

Filch took out a large roll of parchment from the desk drawer, spread it out in front of him, then picked up a long black quill, dipped it in the inkwell, "Name: Harry Potter. Crime—"

"Just a little mud!" Harry argued.

"A little mud for you, boy, but another hour of scrubbing and scrubbing for me!" said Filch, a disgusting drop of snot quivering from the tip of his bulging nose. . "Crime: Defile the castle. Suggested punishment..."

"Why don't you use a spell?" Harry asked strangely: "Wouldn't it be better to just clean it up? Don't you also use physical punishment on yourself?"

Filch yelled all of a sudden, as if he had been touched by some sore foot: "It's none of your business, Potter! Take care of yourself!"

Harry shrugged, and said indifferently: "Then do as you please, after all, everyone has a little special hobby."

Filch wiped his runny nose, squinted his eyes, and looked at Harry maliciously, as if he wanted to punish Harry as badly as possible.

However, just as Filch was about to drop his pen, there was a loud noise from the ceiling of the office, "Clang!" The oil lamp was shaken and rattled.

"Peeves!" Filch roared, angrily throwing away the quill. "I will not let you go this time, I will catch you!"

Peeves is a special prankster in the school, smiling all day long, jumping around in the air, causing trouble, causing disasters and misfortunes.

Harry didn't like Peeves very much, but he couldn't help but be grateful that Peeves had come at the right time.

Maybe Filch would forget about his "mud crime" after Peeves made such a fuss, Harry thought with luck.

Harry wanted to take this opportunity to leave the office, but finally decided he should wait for Filch to return, and sat down in a moth-eaten chair by the desk.

On Filch's desk, besides his half-filled form, was a bulging purple envelope with some silver letters printed on it: A Quick Correspondence Course for Introductory Spells and Magic.

A bunch of parchment was exposed inside the envelope, and some silver cursive words were printed on the first page of parchment exposed:

"Do you feel that you can't keep up with the beat of the modern wizarding world?

Are you annoyed with finding excuses not to perform simple magic?

Have you ever been ridiculed for your poor wand technique?

The solution is here!

Quick Mantra is a new, foolproof, quick-resulting, easy-to-learn program..."

Harry was puzzled, why did Filch take a quick spell lesson?Does that mean he's not a regular wizard?

Harry wanted to open the letter to see what was going on, but out of respect for Filch's privacy, he didn't.

The gentleman education in the Muggle schools in England had a profound influence on Harry.

Not long after, Filch returned, looking triumphant. "That vanishing cabinet is very precious!" he said happily to Mrs. Norris. "We can tell Peeves to go away this time, dear!"

Filch's eyes fell on Harry sitting in the chair, and then quickly turned to the purple envelope on the desk, his pale face turned red.

Harry quickly said, "I haven't read your letter, don't worry."

Filch limped towards the table, grabbed the envelope, and threw it into the drawer, "I don't worry? I have nothing to worry about. I don't need to worry about anything." He said incoherently.

He twisted his knuckles together: "I'm sure you didn't peek into my privates, no, it wasn't mine, I made it for a friend. Anyway, but—" Filch never Looking so annoyed, his eyeballs popped, and one side of his saggy cheek twitched suddenly, even in a plaid scarf: "Fine, let's go, don't say a word. I'm not saying, but if you Didn’t read it, forget it and go, I still have to write Peeves’ report, let’s go.”

Inexplicably, Harry got up from his chair and left Filch's office.

Before going out, he turned his head and said to Filch seriously: "Believe it or not, I really didn't peek at your letter. Oh, I accidentally saw the cover and the first page you revealed , but haven't looked at anything else."

Filch was furious: "Isn't it showing enough?! Said it was done for my friend, get out, Potter!"

Harry left the office quickly. From Filch's reaction and the contents of the letter, he speculated that Filch was probably a Squib.This is an incredible thing. An administrator of a magic school is actually a squib. Who would believe it?

But Harry thought of Hagrid again. Although Hagrid is not a squib, he is forbidden to use magic, which is equivalent to a squib to some extent.Hagrid also worked as a keykeeper and gamekeeper at Hogwarts.Thinking about it that way, it didn't seem so surprising that Filch was a Squib.

Harry walked down the corridor and up the stairs.Escaping from Filch's office with impunity was probably the latest Hogwarts record.

"Harry! Harry! Will it work?" Nearly Headless Nick flashed out of a classroom.

Behind him, Harry saw a black and gold chest smashed to the ground, as if it had fallen from a great height.

"I persuaded Peeves to drop it on top of Filch's office," Nick said eagerly. "I thought it might divert his attention."

"So it was you!" said Harry gratefully. "Ah, it worked so well, I didn't even get a detention. Thank you, Nick! But the locker is broken, won't Filch blame you?"

"It doesn't matter. This is a vanishing cabinet. Although it is precious, it can still be repaired. And Filch has no control over us," Nick said.

"What does it do? Why is it called the Vanishing Cabinet?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, no one knows that," Nick said. "No one knows what it's for. It looks like an ordinary cabinet, but you know, it's precious."

They walked down the corridor together.

"Harry, I want to ask for something." Nick said excitedly.He stopped suddenly, and Harry walked straight through his body unexpectedly, the cold feeling was like taking an ice bath, "Harry, is my request too much, no, you won't of."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Well, this year's Halloween will be my [-]th birthday." Nearly Headless Nick said, puffing out his chest, showing a noble look.

"Oh," said Harry, not sure whether to express sadness or joy at the news, "is it?"

"I'm having a party in one of the more spacious basement classrooms. Friends will be coming from all over the country. It would be my pleasure if you could attend. Of course, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are also the most You're welcome. But I bet you'd rather go to the school banquet, wouldn't you?" He looked at Harry anxiously.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly, "I have to find a way to make up with Draco at the school banquet, I don't know why he's been avoiding me lately, but I'm sure he'll be at the school banquet .So, sorry. But I'll ask Hermione and Ron for you."

"Oh, it's okay, I think little Mr. Malfoy will make up with you." Headless Nick looked disappointed, and he floated away sadly.

Harry looked at his back with a little bit of regret, after all Nick had just helped him.

It was still pouring rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink, but the Gryffindor lounge was bright and cheerful.The firelight illuminated countless soft armchairs where people sat reading, chatting, and doing homework.

And twin brothers Fred and George Weasley are studying what happens if you give a salamander some Fireworks.Fred had 'rescued' the bright orange lizard from his Conservation of Magical Creatures class, where it was smoldering on a table surrounded by a crowd of curious people.

That's when Harry finally got dressed and found Hermione and Ron in the common room.

"The Deathday Party!" Hermione put down the History of Magic textbook in her hand and said happily, "I bet there are not many people alive who can say that they have attended this kind of party, it must be amazing!"

"Why would anyone celebrate the day they died?" said Ron angrily, as he was doing his Potions homework. "That sounds dull to me."

"Me and Ron will go!" Hermione said incredulously.

Ron smashed his homework angrily: "Why did you bring me!"

"If you go, I will lend you my potion homework for reference." Hermione said calmly.

"Very well, it would be a wonderful experience for a living person to attend the Ghost's Deathday Party. It must be a wonderful experience." Ron immediately said cheerfully.

Suddenly, the salamander over there whized into the air, spun wildly in the room, and released sparks crackling, accompanied by some loud bang bang bang bang.

Percy scolded Fred and George in a hoarse voice, and the twins jumped up and down to avoid Percy's pursuit.

As the rest of the Gryffindors scrambled to catch the salamander, Neville ducked under the table in terror.Seamus and Wood laughed and tossed the Salamander around like a Bludger.

The salamander's mouth keeps emitting orange-red stars, which is very beautiful and spectacular.

Finally, it fled into the fire with a series of explosions.

All of this made Harry forget all his current troubles.

作者有话要说：读者“范小白”,灌溉营养液+482018-12-3103:01:18

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