HP When Harry is a Genius

The boy's body seemed to gradually become clear at a speed already visible to the naked eye. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly: "Harry Potter. I have heard little Ginny mention you countless times, the golden boy who survived, defeated The savior of the Dark Lord. I had to listen patiently to her stupid struggle: if I had a body, would she choose me or you as her husband, as if I was already her servant Yes. Seeing you today, you are nothing more than that, and you deserve to be compared with me!"

Harry twitched his eyes: "Let her choose you, you're welcome, thank you."

Riddle cast his dark eyes on Lucius, and asked sharply: "Platinum long hair, the director of Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy. Little Ginny said you are my most loyal subordinate, Are you so anxious to betray me?!"

Under Riddle's intense coercion, the Dark Demon mark on Lucius' arm became astonishingly hot.He could barely hold on to his knees, and Draco held him tightly.

"Nasty boy with short platinum blonde hair, Draco Malfoy. You look so much like dear Abraxas Malfoy, and Merlin knows I hear little Ginny complaining about you every day, and a Slytherin goes away." Harry Potter's attention. Why, has the current Slytherin fallen into the company of Gryffindor?" Riddle said sarcastically.

"If you're here to catch up, Tom Riddle, or rather, Voldemort, I think you're at the wrong time and place." Dumbledore interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Oh? There is also my professor of transfiguration here, Dumbledore, my good professor." Riddle played with the diary in his hand, and smiled sharply, "Have you not discovered it? I am just a memory, just a memory You can't kill me with 50 years of memory! Besides, I'm being resurrected! Harry Potter is indeed very smart and can guess my identity. It's a pity, so what? I'm about to be resurrected, and I'm about to return! "

At this time, Professor McGonagall broke in suddenly, and she yelled in horror: "Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley's vitality is rapidly draining! We don't know why."

Dumbledore looked at Riddle's gradually clear body: "I think I know the reason—"

However, before he finished his sentence, Riddle suddenly rushed in front of Harry, wrapped Harry in a gust of wind, and disappeared into the dilapidated wall in an instant.

Draco screamed in horror and collapsed to the ground.

"I guess, Harry was taken to the Chamber of Secrets by him." Dumbledore said with a wry smile, and the phoenix hovered behind him.

"Abducted the Savior by a teenage Dark Lord right under your noses?!" Snape roared loudly, he stood up from the ground staggeringly, his black robe rolled up, his whole body exuded a terrifying coercion and anger.

Lucius knelt beside the collapsed Draco, gently stroking his son's pale face, and screamed bitterly: "Are you joking? The great Albus Dumbledore!"

Harry opened his eyes. He was standing in a long, dimly lit room.

Many stone pillars engraved with coiled and entangled snakes stand tall and support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights, casting long and treacherous black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious atmosphere.

Before him was a statue as tall as the room itself, clinging to the darkened wall behind.

It was an old, monkey-like face, with a long, sparse beard that fell almost to the hem of the wizard's robes carved in stone, and two large gray feet standing on the smooth floor of the room.

Harry recognized the room as the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.He came a few times at the beginning of second grade.

Riddle, leaning against the nearest stone pillar, was watching him, twiddling Harry's wand between his long fingers.

"Thanks," said Harry, reaching for his wand.

Riddle's mouth curled into an odd smile.

He continued to stare at Harry, fiddling with his wand nonchalantly: "Why do you think I'm going to give you my wand back? I don't use this wand very well."

Harry withdrew his hand and shrugged: "It's normal for you to find it easy. It uses the same phoenix tail feather as your wand."

Riddle's smile became more obvious: "Then, I'll just accept it."

He pocketed Harry's wand.

"Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to see you again." Riddle said with a handsome smile, "I've been waiting for a long time, I've been looking forward to this chance to talk to you alone, I have many I want to ask you a question."

When Riddle spoke, his eyes were greedily watching Harry's face inch by inch.He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and there was an undisguised desire in his eyes that was almost on fire.

"So I decided to let you witness my famous feat of catching that big idiot Hagrid with your own eyes, in order to gain your curiosity and trust in me. It's a pity that you didn't continue to communicate with me after that, when my diary was once again When I opened it, it was Ginny who wrote on it instead of you, and you can imagine my annoyance."

Riddle let out a cold, piercing laugh that didn't sound like a sixteen-year-old's.

"Harry Potter, I've realized since then that you and I are of the same kind."

"Come to think of it, I got a special award for being a good student. And Hagrid, a clumsy troublemaker who gets into trouble every other week, raises werewolf cubs under his bed. Sneaks into the Forbidden Forest Go fight the troll."

"Everyone would believe that he condoned the monster's murder 50 years ago. You should also be attracted by my words, because you know that the monster in the secret room is a basilisk, not that ridiculous spider."

"Next, you should tell me that I caught the wrong person, but you didn't continue to communicate with me, let alone clarify Hagrid's innocence."

"Also, despite 50 years ago, there are so many attacks now that you know it's the basilisk attacking the students, and you don't tell the professors about the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and you don't try to stop the basilisk. "

"It can only be because you don't care."

"You don't care if Hagrid killed someone 50 years ago! It doesn't make any difference to you whether your friend Hagrid is a hidden brutal murderer or a kind gamekeeper."

"His glory and innocence, you simply disdain."

"And no matter how many students the basilisk attacks, you feel that it has nothing to do with you. In your heart, those students who are attacked are not as important as the basilisk who does not recognize you in the secret room."

"How funny! This is really a big joke! The savior that the wizarding world yearns for is actually a cold-blooded animal who is wise and safe."

"Friendship is something that is completely dispensable to you."

"Are you laughing at Hagrid for being wronged in private? And that Mudblood named Hermione Granger, do you really consider her a friend? I don't think you're worried that the basilisk will hurt you at all. she."

"All the friends around you are just tools you use, right?"

"That Mudblood, you have taken a fancy to her mind; the boy of the Malfoy family, you have taken a fancy to his bloodline and family power; Ginny's little brother, you have taken a fancy to his many brothers but a simple mind, used to fight with Malfoy The balance is just right; even Hagrid, is it just you trying to be cute to Dumbledore? I guess, in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, you are also Gradually gather people's hearts and find suitable subordinates?"

"Oh, friend? Who do you really care about?"

"You're just like me!"

Riddle laughed maniacally, and the harsh laughter echoed throughout the secret room.

Harry touched his nose, feeling a little impatient.But Riddle seemed to be suffocated after not speaking for too long, and he was still talking endlessly:

"It took me five full years to figure out the situation of the Chamber of Secrets and discover the secret entrance. Does Hagrid have such a mind and ability?"

"It seems that Dumbledore, the Transfiguration teacher, is the only one who thinks Hagrid is innocent. I think Dumbledore probably noticed it. Dumbledore doesn't seem to like me as much as the other teachers."

"Yet you, Harry Potter, it only took you one summer to figure out where the Chamber of Secrets is, and you ordered so many little snakes to help you. I was amazed when the basilisk told me you were also a Parselmouth How come you are a descendant of Slytherin, and how do you know the existence of the Chamber of Secrets?" Riddle said dissatisfied and jealous.

Harry said nonsense: "Maybe it's the bloodline passed down from our ancestors. For more than 1000 years, Salazar Slytherin might really be my grandfather's grandfather or something. After I found out that I was a Parseltongue, I stopped talking." Talk to the little snakes carefully. I guess you don’t want to talk to the most common and weak little snakes, it’s them who have been drilling down the sewer all the year round to tell me this secret.”

Riddle frowned dissatisfiedly, and didn't seem to believe Harry's words. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "How did you find out that I am Voldemort?"

Harry continued to talk nonsense: "Dumbledore told me that Voldemort is a Parseltongue, and just after the magical diary was kept by me, the attack stopped. From this, I thought it was the diary that was manipulating Basilisk, and Parseltongue not so much.

So I guess there is some kind of connection between you and Voldemort, maybe a relationship or something.

Luckily, I found your word ordering game.I think, at this point in Lucius' office just now, you have heard me and Dumbledore talking to them. "

Riddle looked utterly delirious, with a strange red glow in his wolf-like eyes: "How did a baby, without any particularly magical spells, defeat the greatest wizard who ever lived?! How could you Escaped unscathed and left with only a scar, and Voldemort, the future Mighty I, was destroyed?!"

"Nobody knows why you suddenly lost your power when you hit me," said Harry stiffly. "I don't know myself. But I know why you didn't kill me. Because my mother came to save me." She should have cast a spell at the cost of her life. By the way, you are not the greatest wizard. As far as I know, Gellert Grindelwald is the most powerful."

Harry seemed to be speaking calmly, but his body was trembling because he was desperately suppressing his anger.

"Gellert Grindelwald," Riddle smiled disdainfully. He lowered his head and stroked Harry's wand gently: "You mean that idiot who lives in his own prison? I have always suspected that he and Dumbledore What kind of ulterior PY transaction is there between them. This kind of coward who has made himself a prison and has never recovered from a setback is worthy of being compared with me?"

The author has something to say: *I personally think that there is one thing about Voldemort that Grindelwald can't catch up with in eight lifetimes, that is, the spirit of never giving up! ! ! !

If I study, work, publish papers, take exams, etc., I only have one-tenth of Voldemort's perseverance.

Personal opinion, do not spray.

读者“wish”,灌溉营养液+20，2019-02-0522:23:59

Thank you wish little angel