HP When Harry is a Genius

Then, Riddle turned his gentle eyes to Harry again, inspecting Harry inch by inch with greedy eyes: "So it is. Your mother died to save you. Yes, that is a very effective The ancient anti-curse spell. I understand now—after all, there is nothing special about you."

"I've always been baffled by that, you know. For there are some curious resemblances between us, Harry Potter, which you must have noticed yourself."

"We're both half-bloods, both orphans, both raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parseltongues to have entered Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We're similar in character, They even look somewhat alike, maybe they are really relatives."

"But after all, it turns out that you escaped me by luck. That's all I want to know."

"It's my turn to ask questions, then." Harry tried to keep his tone steady.

There was a hint of curiosity in Riddle's red eyes: "What do you want to ask me? Ask me how to preserve the memory? How to revive the memory?"

"No, I want to know why you pursue power and immortality so persistently," Harry said.

Riddle let out his piercing grin again.

"Eternal life? Hahaha, you have noticed that I can live forever! As expected of the clever Harry Potter! You know, in my veins, the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself flows, through his From my daughter! Do you know why I changed my name to Voldemort?"

"My dirty Muggle father who abandoned me before I was born because he found out his wife was a witch!"

"Will I still keep that disgusting ordinary Muggle name? Do you think that I, a noble Slytherin descendant, will live an ordinary life for a few short decades before dying of old age and being forgotten?"

"No, Harry. I've come up with a new name for myself, and I know that one day, when I'm the greatest wizard in the world, wizards everywhere won't dare say it lightly!"

"I want to live forever, and let the wizarding world fear my existence forever!"

Harry asked: "But you don't have a friend, even if you live forever alone, so what if you become a feared existence in the wizarding world?"

"You support extreme blood purity, but when you kill all half-bloods and Muggle wizards, how do you face your own blood?"

"You are always afraid of being betrayed, and you are always afraid that others will discover your secrets. Are you not tired?"

"Tired?" Riddle seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous.He raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and said sarcastically: "As long as you can live forever and be feared by everyone, how can you be tired? Could it be that you are tired? However, you are not a pure and beautiful person. Your cunning and darkness almost make me feel tired." Thought you were my lost brother, if not for the decades between us."

"I'm tired. Because of you, I was betrayed at birth, my parents were killed by you, and I was raised as a weapon that can kill you. The focus of my life, my life, everything about me revolves around Spinning around you! I've had enough of you!" Harry roared angrily.

"So, you condescend to associate with mudbloods, and play a little game of bosom friends with your ridiculous little classmates?"

"Come on Harry, I can feel your contempt and boredom for them. You look down on them at all. Their IQ can't keep up with you, their magic can't keep up with you, and they can't keep up with you in anything. I can understand you, then It’s a kind of genius’s sorrow, just like what you said about eternal life will be tiring.”

"Harry, only I can understand you, only I can keep up with you, since you are so afraid of being tired, why don't you dedicate yourself to me?"

"Come on, give yourself to me, use your powerful body to reshape my body, let me feel the pain in the world instead of you, and let me share your exhaustion."

Riddle bewitched Harry with a low, seductive voice.

For a moment, Harry even thought that this handsome boy with black hair and red eyes was his closest brother.He seemed capable of captivating others at will, causing them to open their souls to him, to confide in him their secret fears, their deepest secrets.

Harry closed his eyes abruptly, and then opened them again: "Sorry, Riddle, I can't give myself to you. My mother once let me live a good life, and I don't think she would be happy to let you live instead of me. And—"

He said solemnly and seriously: "I'm trying to build some emotional support for self-counseling. Muggle mental health counseling books say this method is very effective. I guess you must have never read their books. Of course, it's like As you said, I selectively screen objects to establish emotional ties. According to Muggle books, we are all mentally ill, but as long as we actively treat ourselves, we can still live a happy life."

Harry sincerely said to Riddle: "Tom, we should read more books. Books are the ladder of human progress. We shouldn't shy away from medical treatment. Of course, I agree with your point of view, and we should never expose our fragility. To the so-called psychiatrist," he suddenly showed a sinister expression, and sarcastically said: "Those people are all beasts in clothes that deserve to go to hell!" Turning his face away, he quickly put away his sinister expression, and spoke to Riddle with a pleasant and sincere look. Said: "But we are so smart, we can be our own psychiatrists, we can become normal people."

Riddle was extremely angry, his fiery pupils rolled rapidly, "Mental illness? Muggle books? Normal people?! You're defiled yourself! Harry Potter!"

The sound of music floated from nowhere, the sound was illusory, ethereal and mysterious, and it was exciting to hear.

It made the hairs on Harry's scalp stand on end and made his heart twice as large.

The music grew louder and louder until Harry felt it vibrate in his chest.At this moment, flames burst out from the top of the nearest stone pillar.

A crimson phoenix the size of a crane suddenly descended from the sky and played its eerie music on the vaulted ceiling.

It had a long, sharp golden beak and two shiny black eyes, a golden tail as long as a peacock's tail, and a pair of golden claws holding a tattered parcel .

It's Fox!Dumbledore sure knew this.Harry thought silently.

A second later, the phoenix stopped singing and flew straight towards Harry.

It threw the tattered thing on its paws at Harry's feet, and then perched heavily on Harry's shoulder, pressing against Harry's cheek warmly, gently grabbing his shoulder with its golden claws, its eyes fixed Watching Riddle.

"It's a phoenix." Riddle also stared at it viciously, "That thing——" Riddle turned his gaze to the tattered thing that Fox dropped just now, "it's that shabby thing from the school." The sorting hat."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, sure enough it was it.Dirty, wrinkled, and patched, it lay motionless at his feet.

Riddle laughed wildly again.

He laughed so hard that the dark secret room trembled slightly, as if ten Riddles were laughing out loud at the same time.

"That's what Dumbledore gave his protector! A singing bird and a broken hat! Harry Potter, do you think you can trust others? This is the emotional support you're looking for?"

Harry didn't answer, he waited for Riddle to stop his wild laughter, and at the same time, he noticed that Riddle's originally blurred outline was becoming more and more clear and stable.

There was bound to be a duel between him and Riddle.

"Come on, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's have a contest of strength between Voldemort, the heir of Salazar Slytherin, and Harry Potter, with Dumbledore on the other. The best weapon you can give him."

He glanced at Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, seeming to find it very funny.

Harry himself thought it was funny, but he picked up the hat quickly anyway.

He watched as Riddle walked among the towering stone pillars and looked up at the face of the Slytherin stone statue high up in the darkness.Riddle opened his mouth and hissed, but Harry caught what he said.

"Hiss, speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Big Four."

Harry turned quickly, looking up at the statue, and Fawkes swayed on his shoulder.

The great stone face of Slytherin moved.

Its mouth opened, and it grew bigger and bigger, and finally formed a huge black hole.

The basilisk began to move in the mouth of the statue, and slithered upwards from the depths of the statue.

Harry felt the Chamber of Secrets shake as something so huge fell to the stone floor.

Riddle smiled triumphantly: "Harry, you've always wanted to subdue the basilisk, but he doesn't recognize you as a descendant of Slytherin. I'm also curious why you, a Gryffindor, have a Parseltongue. But it doesn't matter, Harry, how do you feel about being killed by the basilisk you want to subdue?"

Harry raised his wand.

Riddle's eyes widened in surprise: "You still have a wand?!"

However, before Harry could finish speaking, he cast a spell quickly: "Oolong comes out!"

Xu Dela fell to the ground ignorantly, as if he had just woken up, and hissed, "Harry, you want to chat with me again?"

"Didn't you say that you are the prince of the snake clan? Didn't you say that you are very powerful? Quickly subdue this basilisk! Once you subdue it, I will admit that you are very cool and cool!" Harry said hurriedly to the snake cavity.

Then he heard Riddle's hiss: "Kill them."

The basilisk was moving towards Harry, and Harry could hear its heavy body gliding slowly across the dusty ground.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from seeing the basilisk's eyes, and began to scuttle sideways blindly.

Harry clenched the sorting hat in his hand angrily, and rubbed it desperately: "Since you were sent by Dumbledore and are a relic of Godric Gryffindor, show me something you can do." , don't always be so cowardly and incompetent! Make me think you're afraid of Salazar Slytherin's relic!"

"Let go, let me go! You pervert!" The Sorting Hat struggled violently in Harry's hands.

Harry let go of his hand in doubt, feeling the Sorting Hat seem to fly agitatedly to the top of his head, and then hit him hard.His eyes were staring, his legs were weak, and warm blood flowed from his forehead to his cheeks.

Harry figured he must have had a big, deep gash in his head, because it was hot and painful and painful.

Harry was furious.

Riddle laughed wildly, almost out of breath.

"It turned out to be a friendly army." He said happily.