HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry suddenly felt that instead of being so worried all the time, that the enemy was in the dark and I was in the light, he might as well just keep Black by his side.

Black doesn't know that he clearly remembers his illegal Animagus form, so it's like the enemy is in the dark and the enemy is in the dark.What's more, if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger cub.If he wanted to send him to Azkaban to receive the Dementor's Kiss again, Harry thought it would be better to keep an eye on the black dog to prevent him from escaping again.

"Are you really going to adopt a stray dog?" Stan looked at him in surprise. "Double fare!"

"No problem," said Harry, looking generously into the dark alley between the garage and the wall.

The black dog has disappeared.

But Harry was not in a hurry, he believed that it was secretly annotating himself closely.

"Hey, good dog! I'm leaving, I decided to adopt you, come here!" Harry shouted into the empty alley.

No one responded to him, nothing happened.

"Did you read it wrong? Or is the dog gone?" Stan impatiently picked his ears.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't show up, I'm leaving. One! Two! Three—"

Suddenly, a dirty and thin black dog jumped out of the slanting stab, and landed at Harry's feet.

The black dog's bright eyes revealed a lot of joy, which made Harry's heart tremble.But, Sirius, are you sure a normal black dog in the Muggle world can understand me?

"This is the dog you want to adopt?" Stan frowned in disgust, "It looks really ugly, even in 'unknown', it is still ugly."

"Ugly?" Harry was inexplicably upset, and he couldn't help but argue: "I think it will look good when it's healthy."

Stan glanced at his mouth disdainfully: "What's your name?"

"Dudley Dursley," said Harry, subconsciously smoothing the bangs he had let down before heading out.

"Broken Ax, plus the dog, twenty-two Sickles," Stein said, "but if you pay twenty-four, you get chocolate, and twenty-five, you get a thermos and a toothbrush, The color is your choice."

"The ticket is so expensive? It's almost two Galleons." Harry asked in surprise.

"Of course, this is the Knight Bus!" Stan said proudly.

"Mainly because of monopoly," Harry said, and he took out two gold coins and put them in Stan's hand, "no more change".He and Stan lifted his suitcase, on top of which was Hedwig's cage, and the two of them stepped onto the bus, the black dog already jumping on it.

There are no seats in the car.Behind the drawn windows stood six beds with brass pillars.Candles burned in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the basement walls.A little wizard in a nightcap muttered in the back of the car, "Not now, thanks, I'm pickling slugs," rolling over in his sleep.

Slugs again, what a deep and strong love these wizards have for slugs?Harry paused and couldn't help rolling his eyes.But maybe he could feed Blake the slugs as dog food?

"You sleep in this one," Stan whispered, stuffing Harry's suitcase under the bed behind the driver, who sat in an armchair just behind the steering wheel. "This is our driver, Erne Pullan. Erne, this is Dudley Dursley."

There was another loud bang, and Harry was thrown onto the bed, thrown backwards by the speed of the Knight Bus.

Pulling himself together, Harry looked out the darkened window and saw that they were now driving steadily and fast along a completely different street.Harry was still looking out the window, and Ern didn't seem very skilled at steering.The Knight Bus keeps crashing into the pavement, but never hits anything.Rows of lampposts, letterboxes, and trash cans jumped out of the way as the car approached, and returned to their original positions when it passed.

Stan has a copy of the Daily Prophet open, and he's reading it with his tongue between his teeth.The big photo on the front page showed a man with a sunken face and long, matted hair, blinking slowly at Harry.It was the same paper that reported Sirius' escape.

"That man!" said Harry. "Is it Sirius Black? He's also in the Muggle papers!"

Stan flipped back to the first page, giggling.

"He looked scary, didn't he?" said Stan. "Killed thirteen men with a single spell. In front of witnesses. In broad daylight. Caused a lot of trouble, Ern, didn't he?"

"Hmm," said Ern gloomily.

Harry glanced at the black dog squatting on the ground aside, the black dog was shivering uncomfortably

Stan spun around in the armchair, putting his hands on the back so he could get a better look at Harry. "Black is trying to support You-Know-Who."

"What? Voldemort?" Harry said deliberately, continuing to watch the black dog.

The black dog trembled more obviously.

Just this kind of mental quality?Do you dare to hope to become the number two under Voldemort?Harry sneered sarcastically.

Stan's pimples turned white.Ern turned the steering wheel so sharply that the whole farm had to jump aside to avoid the car.

"Are you crazy?" Stan yelled. "Why did you mention his name?"

"I'm sorry," said Harry quickly, apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"Forgot!" Stan said weakly. "Gee, my heart is beating so fast!"

"So, Black is a supporter of You-Know-Who?" Harry asked intentionally.

"Yeah," Stan said, still stroking his heart, "yes, that's right. Very close relationship with You-Know-Who, that's what everyone says. Anyway, little Harry was going to be killed by You-Know-Who All of You-Know-Who's supporters were hunted down when You-Know-Who was killed, weren't they, Ern? Most of these people knew that since You-Know-Who had escaped, they were finished, so they were honest. Sirius Black No. I've heard he thinks You-Know-Who will come to power one day, and he'll be number two."

The black dog stood up tremblingly, walked to a far corner and squatted down. It buried its head in its body, as if it wanted to plug its ears.

"Anyway, they cornered Black in the street, which was still full of Muggles, and Black took out his wand and blew up half the street, and a wizard was killed, and a dozen Muggles died. Dead. Terrible, isn't it? Do you know what Black does next?" Stan whispers exaggeratedly.

"What?" said Harry.

"Laughing!" said Stan. "Just standing there laughing. When the Ministry reinforcements arrived, he followed them quietly, laughing all the way. Of course he's crazy, Ern , isn't he? Is he crazy?"

"If he wasn't crazy when he got to Azkaban, he's crazy now," Pilot Ern said slowly. "I'd blow myself up before I got to that place. He deserves it, think Let's see what he did!"

"Hehe, I can understand why he stood there laughing." Harry sneered, "He betrayed his best friend and used the lives of the Potters to seek honor from his master. In the end, he found out that his master Disappeared, he did a futile job. It's no wonder he wasn't crazy."

"That's right!" Ern said triumphantly, "I heard that the wizard who was killed was also a good friend of Black and the Potters. That wizard went to help the Potters find justice, but was killed by Black. No Counting little Harry, Blake is equivalent to killing three of his good friends at once, and the result is nothing."

"Twelve more Muggles! It took a long time to keep it under wraps, didn't you, Ern?" said Stein. "The whole street was bombed and all the Muggles were killed." Yes. What did they say about it, Ern?"

"Gas explosion," muttered Ern.

"And now he's out," said Stan, looking again at the picture of Blake's haggard face in the newspaper. "No one has ever escaped from Azkaban before, has they, Ern? Out. Scary, isn't it? I thought the guards of Azkaban couldn't resist, didn't I, Ern?"

Ern trembled suddenly, "I heard that he was going after little Harry." He suddenly looked at Harry strangely: "What did you say was your name?"

"Dudley Dursley," said Harry.

"It's so, so much the same," Ern murmured to himself, "Dude, you look a lot like Harry Potter. I've seen his pictures. He was arrested a few months ago." Acantara. He is said to have killed the Death Eaters who stole the Sorcerer's Stone in first year. He's a genius."

"Maybe they look alike, many people have said. But how could Harry Potter ride the Knight Bus late at night?" Harry said.

"That's right, how could you be Harry Potter. Harry Potter is enjoying a happy summer vacation at his Muggle relative's house." Stan wrinkled his nose at Harry in disgust.

"Yes, I heard that little Harry's Muggle relatives are very prestigious. I heard that little Harry is also well-known among Muggles, and he was often featured in newspapers when he was a child." Ern said, turning the steering wheel.

"Yes, without looking at who it is, it's Harry Potter! Is that comparable to Muggles?" Stan said proudly, "I read a Muggle newspaper before, and it said that What kind of chemistry competition No.1 did you win?"

"It was the Muggle Potions Competition, and I think it was the newspaper that Ms. Marsh brought," said Erne.

"Ms. Marsh hasn't come to take our bus for a while. I heard that she went to Indonesia. She used to take our bus every day. Let me tell you, how could Harry not be No.1?" Stan said contemptuously Pinching his nose, "Muggles know what potions are? I'm afraid they haven't even seen a slug before."

"First-year Death Eaters, second-year Acantara, I don't know what little Harry is going to do in third year." Ern muttered while turning the steering wheel. I really doubt that he is serious about his studies. I mean, why does he have so many things? I didn’t have so many things when I was a student, and I thought he was playing Brave Adventures.”

Harry felt as if he had been shot deep in the knee by an arrow.

"So he's Harry Potter! Maybe he's going to kill a dragon in his third year!" said Stan cheerfully. "Tell you, Dudley, Harry Potter came to ride our bus, yes?" No, Ern? He was still trying to run for our car. I said 'Stop, Harry's behind' before he got in. Didn't he, Ern? He said to me several times Thank you so much, I kept saying no thanks, no thanks, but he insisted on bowing to me."

Harry glanced deeply at Stan, who had been "bowed" by him, and sat back on his bed, not wanting to continue talking with them.He looked at the black dog curled up in the corner, and thought of what Stan and Ern said just now about Sirius laughing and waiting to be captured, he couldn't stop trembling all over his body.

He wished he could kill this black immediately!

The Knight Bus jolted through the darkness, brushing away shrubs, bollards at the top of the pedestrian shelter, telephone booths and trees.

Harry lay on his feather bed, gazing at the black dog in the corner, not daring to let himself fall asleep.

The Knight Bus does not go to the nearest location first, but determines the next stop according to the boarding order of the passengers.Wizards and witches in pajamas and slippers descended one by one from the upper deck of the bus and left the bus.

In the end, Harry was the only passenger.

"All right, Dudley," said Stan, clapping his hands. "Where have you been?"

"Diagon Alley," Harry replied.

"Okay," Stan said, "so hurry up."

They rumbled along Charing Cross Road.Harry sat up, watching the houses and benches squeeze together to make way for the Knight Bus.Ern slammed on the brakes and the Knight Bus skidded to a stop in front of a seedy little pub.

The name of this small bar is the Leaky Cauldron, and behind it is the entrance to Diagon Alley, which leads to the wizarding world.

"Thanks," said Harry to the pilot, Ern.

He and the black dog jumped down the steps of the car, and Stan, the conductor, helped him put the trunk and Hedwig's cage on the sidewalk.

"Thanks, then," said Harry, "bye."

The knight bus disappeared without a trace, and the black dog stared greedily at Harry's face without blinking.