HP When Harry is a Genius

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Filch was attracted, shouldering his way through the crowd.Then he saw Mrs. Norris, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?!" he screamed.

Then his protruding eyes caught sight of Ron and Hermione.

"You!" he screamed, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Filch!"

Dumbledore arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers.

In the blink of an eye, he was past Ron and Hermione and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger."

Lockhart hurried forward.

"My office is the closest to here, Headmaster, it's upstairs, and you can—"

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass.Lockhart was very excited, and hurriedly followed Dumbledore with a look of high spirits.Professor McGonagall and Snape followed suit.

Harry and Draco exchanged glances and followed suit.The professors didn't stop the two of them.

There was a sudden commotion on the walls as they entered Lockhart's dimly lit office.Harry saw a few photos of Lockhart scrambling to hide, with curlers in their hair.Then the real Lockhart lit a candle on the table and stepped back.

Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.Harry and Draco walked up to Ron and Hermione, nodded reassuringly at them, and watched closely.

The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched Lady Norris' fur.He looked at it carefully through the half-moon-shaped glasses, poking here and there with his slender fingers.

Professor McGonagall bent over, almost touching the cat with his face, squinting his eyes and watching carefully.Lockhart hovered around them, constantly scheming.

Snape stood behind them, half hidden in the shadows, looking eerie.The expression on his face was odd: it was as if he was trying desperately not to laugh.

Harry gave him a strange look.

"A spell must have killed it, probably the Transfiguration spell. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the cure that would have saved it. ' Lockhart was interrupted by Filch's tearless sobs of grief.

Filch slumped in a chair by the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Norris.

For all his dislike for Filch, Harry couldn't help feeling some sympathy for him at the moment.

At this time, Dumbledore whispered some strange words, and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly, like a freshly prepared specimen.

"I remember a very similar incident in Ouagadougou," Lockhart said. "A series of attacks, which are well documented in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various amulets to the common people. , solved the problem at once.”

As he spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded in agreement.One of them forgot to remove his hairnet.

Finally, Dumbledore straightened up.

"It's not dead, Filch," he said softly.

Lockhart was counting the number of murders he had prevented when he stopped suddenly.

"Not dead?" Filch choked up, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers. "Then why is it stiff all over, as if frozen?"

"It's petrified," said Dumbledore.

"Ah! I think so too!" said Lockhart, "but what is going on, I don't know."

"Ask them!" screamed Filch, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Ron and Hermione.

"It's impossible for a second year student to do that," said Dumbledore firmly. "It requires the highest Dark Arts—"

"They did it, they did it! They couldn't do it, and him!" spattered Filch, pointing tremblingly at Harry, his fat, saggy face turning purple. "You saw what they wrote on the wall! He ordered it! It must have been him! He found out, in my office, and he knew I was—I was—" Filch's face twitched horribly. . "He knows I'm a Squib!"

"Whether you're a Squib or not is none of my business," Harry stated calmly, "I haven't touched Mrs. Norris, Halloween dinner, I've been in the Great Hall all the time, and all the students have noticed that I've been in the corner Drinking pumpkin juice."

"Nonsense!" growled Filch, "you saw my correspondence letter for quick spells! Granger and Weasley didn't go to the Hallows' Banquet, it was you who taught them advanced Spell to hurt my cat!"

"Allow me to say something, Headmaster," said Snape in the shadows, and Harry had a hunch that nothing he said would do Ron or Hermione any favors.

"Perhaps Weasley and Granger just shouldn't be in that place at that time," said Snape, with a slight sneer on his lips, as if he doubted it deeply, "but we did meet Series of doubts. Why on earth did they go to the upper hallway? Why didn't they attend the Halloween party?"

Ron and Hermione scrambled to explain that they were going to the Deathday Party. "Hundreds of ghosts have come, and they can prove we're there—"

"But after this, why don't you come to the banquet?" said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "Why go up the corridor?"

Both Ron and Hermione hung their heads in frustration. "Because we're tired and want to go to bed early," said Hermione.

"No dinner?" Snape said, a smug smile flashing across his bony face. "I don't think the food served by the ghosts at the party is probably not suitable for living people."

"We're not hungry," Ron said loudly, as his stomach rumbled.

Snape's ugly smile became more apparent.

"My opinion is that the Headmaster, Weasley and Granger are not telling the whole truth," he said. "Potter has an inescapable responsibility as their friend. Perhaps we should revoke some of Potter's privileges until Weasley Sly and Granger told us exactly what happened. Personally, I think it's best for Potter to leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he's honest."

"This has nothing to do with Harry!" Ron and Hermione screamed, "Why did you bring Harry in!"

Harry stared at Snape dumbfounded.He had known for a long time that Sev disliked his dangerous and time-consuming Quidditch and always advised him to spend more time studying potions and practicing spells.But it never occurred to him that Sif would make a fuss about such a far-fetched matter.

"Honestly, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply, "I see no reason why the kid shouldn't be allowed to play ball. The cat didn't get hit in the head with a broom. And there's no evidence that Granger and Wes Lay did anything wrong."

Professor McGonagall added: "As far as I know, Malfoy in Slytherin is also serving as the team's Seeker. If Harry is to be restricted from playing, Malfoy should also be suspended."

Draco glared at Professor McGonagall.

"Okay." Snape said lazily, "I agree to suspend Draco, as long as you can convince the headmaster of Hogwarts, Mr. Lucius Malfoy." He said, "Anyway, m Leva, I support you. I have said long ago that Quidditch, a dangerous sport, should be abolished from Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic should prohibit all minors from touching brooms!"

"This has nothing to do with Quidditch, Severus." Professor McGonagall said helplessly, "And Harry wasn't there, only Weasley and Granger were there."

"Oh, so you also suspect that the murderer is the two of them?" Snape immediately caught the loophole in Professor McGonagall's words, and he said grimly: "Weasley and Granger are both Potter's friends." , Potter must bear some responsibility for this. I think that Gryffindor should deduct a few points for Potter's failure to control his little minions!"

"Okay, Severus." Dumbledore said, "We all know that this is unfair to Harry, and we can't just blame Harry for all the mistakes." He said, carefully looking at Harry with probing eyes. He glanced at Harry.

Facing the gaze of Dumbledore's bright blue eyes, Harry felt terribly annoyed.

The basilisk in the secret room came out by itself?It was obvious that the basilisk was playing tricks, but he had clearly closed the secret room, how could the basilisk come out?And Dumbledore, why did he look at himself instead of Ron and Hermione who were present, did he know his connection with the Chamber of Secrets?

Draco tightly clenched his hand hidden under the robe, his palms were covered with cold sweat, is this the strange incident against mudbloods and half-bloods that his father said?

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly.

Snape looked very annoyed.

So did Filch. "My cat is petrified!" he screamed, eyeballs bulging outward. "I want to see someone get some punishment!"

"We can cure it, Filch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. Sprout has got some mandrakes recently. Once they're big enough, I have a cure that will make Lori Mrs. Si is back from the dead."

"I'll make it," interposed Lockhart, "I must have made it a hundred times, I could make a mandrake resurrection potion while I was dreaming—"

"Excuse me," Snape interrupted coldly, "I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school."

There was an awkward silence.

"You can go," Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco.