HP When Harry is a Genius

A few days later, the Hogwarts book list came.Harry looked at the book list, and found that there was only one textbook missing for the divination class——"Picking Through the Fog to See the Future".

Before entering the first grade, Harry quietly went to Diagon Alley to buy all the textbooks for the seven years of Hogwarts, and then chose to preview.Last year, only one set of Lockhart series of books was missing, and this year there is a shortage of "Monster Book of Monsters" and "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future".Among them, the textbook "Monsters' Book of Monsters" for the course "Protection of Magical Creatures", Harry already has it, and it is Hagrid's birthday present to him.The only thing missing is "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future" in the divination class.

Harry walked to the bookstore in Diagon Alley.Looking at the window of the bookstore, I was startled.

Gone were the floor-tile-sized spellbooks with gold embossing that usually displayed in the shop windows, replaced by a large iron cage containing about a hundred copies of The Monster Book of Monsters.Locked together, the books wrestled in a furious wrestling, belligerently biting and fighting, sending broken pages flying here and there.

Harry took a breath. He entered the bookstore, and the manager rushed to meet him. "Hogwarts?" he asked unexpectedly. "Are you here to buy new books?"

"Yes," said Harry, "I need—"

"Get out of the way, please," said the manager impatiently, pushing Harry aside.He put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a thick, knotty cane, and walked to the iron cage containing the "Monster Book of Monsters".

"Wait a minute," said Harry hastily, "I already have the book."

"Have you already?" The manager's face immediately showed a look of great relief. "Thank God, I have been bitten five times this morning."

Suddenly there was a loud tearing sound: two "Monster Books of Monsters" grabbed the third book and tore it apart together.

"Stop! Stop!" cried the manager, slipping the stick through the bars, and opened the books. "I'm never stocking these books again, ever! What a mess! We've moved two hundred copies of The Invisibility Book of Invisibility before, and I thought there was nothing worse than that. Well, you Do you need any more books?"

"Yes. But," said Harry, "if I could teach you a way to make these vicious books tame, would you send me a book?"

"Thanks Merlin! Do you know how to subdue them? If you can teach me, I'll give you all the books for free!" the manager said excitedly.

"Thanks," said Harry, and he went to the cage and grabbed a book: "Must run these books," he slid his index finger up and down the spine, and the book trembled, and opened , lying quietly in his hands.

"Merlin's pants! It's so simple! Great, this is really great!" The bookstore owner jumped up excitedly, he looked at Harry carefully, and suddenly lowered his voice and exclaimed, "Merlin, you are Harry Potter! No wonder!"

"It's not a solution I came up with, I wrote to ask the person who gave me this book." Harry smiled shyly, "Now, you can use Cassandra Wablarski's " Will you give me the book "Seeing the Future Through the Fog?"

"Of course. Are you going to start learning prophecy? Besides, what other books do you need?" The manager suppressed his excitement and said.

"Only this one," said Harry.

"Don't you need other books? Hogwarts should have listed a lot of textbooks." The manager asked strangely.

"I bought all the other books when I was in first grade," Harry said shyly.

"Oh, you're such a genius." The manager exclaimed, took off his gloves, and led Harry to the back half of the bookstore.

There was a corner there full of books on divination.On a small table were books such as Foretelling the Unforeseen: Protecting Yourself from Strikes and Broken Balls: When Luck Happened.

"Here it is," said the manager, climbing up the ladder and taking down a thick black-covered book, "a useful guide to all your basic divination methods—palm reading, crystal balls, bird entrails, etc. effect."

But Harry didn't listen to him.His eyes fell on another book, the one on the small table: Omens of Death: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming, and Harry stared The cover of the book: There is a dog on the cover, about the size of a bear, with glowing eyes.

This dog is exactly the same as the big black dog that is waiting for him in a corner of Diagon Alley at the moment!

The bookstore owner stuffed the book "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future" into Harry's hand.

"I still want to buy this book." Harry said shyly, pointing to the book.

"Oh, I'll give you this one directly too. But if I were you, I wouldn't read such a book." The bookstore owner raised his eyebrows, "If you read this book, you will see omens of death everywhere , this book will scare people to death."

"These things don't affect me." Harry smiled shyly.

"My life is up to me." Harry said silently in his heart.

Harry walked out of the bookstore, passing the Quidditch boutique.Seeing many people crowded there to watch, they squeezed in, and the big black dog Blake followed.

On a newly erected podium he saw a broom, the most astonishingly beautiful broom he had ever seen in his life.

"Just came out, sample broom," a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion.

"That's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Daddy?" asked his father shrilly from a boy younger than Harry, who was dangling from his father's arm.

"Ireland International just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms!" the shopkeeper said to everyone. "This product is the darling of the World Cup!"

A tall witch ahead of Harry walked away so he could read the instructions next to the broom:

[Flying brooms such as fire crossbows and arrows represent the highest level of craftsmanship at present. The handles of the broomsticks are refined from ash wood. They are streamlined and extremely exquisite. Number.Every broom twig at the end of this product has been screened for its streamlined perfection, so this product is unmatched in balance and precision.The Firebolt and Arrow can accelerate up to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds, and their brakes are charming.Price negotiable. 】

"Price negotiable?" Harry stared at the broom in fascination.

Yes, Harry was desperate for the broom, but he rode the Nimbus 2000 and never lost a Quiltage match.Now that he already has a good broom, what's the point of buying Firebolts and arrows with all his pockets?

Harry is very rich, but he never spends money blindly. His innate sense of crisis makes him very self-control, and he is not confused by material desires.Harry felt that it was not suitable for him to indulge his desires before he possessed absolute strength.

Harry took a deep look at the Firebow and Arrow, then resolutely turned and left.

The big black dog looked at all this thoughtfully.

After returning to the Broken Axe, Harry fell on the bed and flipped through the book "Omen of Death: What should you do when you know the worst is coming?" ", 10 minutes later, Harry put down the book, and it was written in it that seeing a black cat and black dog at night means unlucky, don't look in the mirror at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, stand on the roof and peel apples. Don't peel off the skin, wait a minute.The solution is also rooster blood, goat whiskers, cow tears and the like.Harry closed the book boredly, and glanced at the big black dog lying beside the fireplace.

"Hey, Blake. Look, this book has your picture on the cover." Harry walked up to it, squatted down, and pointed to the black dog on the cover.

There was a strange light in Blake's eyes, as if confused or surprised.

"Tell me, since I am your master, should I take you to the author of this book to ask for copyright fees?"

Harry stroked the big black dog's head, and brushed the fur from the omen of death.

"Forget it, there is no need to talk to such a boring author. When I knew that the worst was coming, I was of course prepared for everything that could be dealt with. This kind of deceitful thing can only It would frighten poor cowards and cowards."

Saying so, Harry smiled and threw the book into the fire in the fireplace.

"I won't die casually, my mother let me live well." He said softly to the big black dog.In his heart, he firmly declared war on Sirius: Come on, Black, just let the horse come over, I will not be afraid of you.Your master can't kill me several times, let alone think that you can kill me.

Harry went into the bathroom to wash his face, seeing himself in the mirror over the sink.

"Even if it was a harbinger of death," he said to himself in the mirror, smiling, "I would make it a harbinger of others."

He raised his hand gracefully, trying to smooth his messy black hair.

"You're fighting an uphill battle, dear," said his mirror with rare tenderness.

The strange thing is that the big black dog Blake has to walk around the Quidditch boutique every day since then, and then go quietly to look at the world's fastest broom from the corner, rain or shine.

Harry was afraid that it would be discovered prematurely by a powerful wizard, so he took the lead and "accompanied" it every time.And every time the black dog looked at the broom, he would lie obediently beside Harry's leg and wag his tail, as if saying, "It doesn't matter, I don't really want that broom. I can just take a look at it." .”

"Shouldn't a fugitive escape with the best broom? Isn't there apparition? Shouldn't he want a wand more than a broom?" Harry wondered.

Harry admitted that seeing the big black dog's persistent and serious enthusiasm for the Firebolt and Arrow broom, he couldn't help but want to spend money to buy the broom for it.

If he hadn't forgotten that this big black dog was not his real pet, but his enemy.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Mengyaoxi for the nutrient solution, I wish you happiness~