HP When Harry is a Genius

The days passed, and many students from Hogwarts School came to Diagon Alley, because the school will start soon.

It may be because there are more and more wizards on the street, and the big black dog doesn't go out much.

Harry meets Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.They were all his classmates in Gryffindor House, and they were also staring greedily at the Firebolt and Arrow in the Quidditch Boutique.

He had also run into Neville and his grandmother outside the bookstore.

Harry admired Neville's grandma very much, the old Augusta lady who was strong in carrying the Longbottom family while her children were sleeping forever.Harry stopped to greet her politely and lent Neville his book list.Neville seemed to have lost his book list somewhere.

However, Harry also felt the old lady's resistance to him at the same time.

When Neville waved to him, the old lady Augusta subconsciously pulled Neville behind her to protect her.But Harry didn't feel annoyed, on the contrary, he understood and envied the old lady Longbottom's care for the calf.Ordinary parents, such as Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, encourage their children to associate with Harry Potter. Only Mrs. Augusta doesn't care about Harry Potter, and always teaches Neville to be friends with Harry Potter. Stay out of trouble.

On the last day of summer vacation, Harry ran to Diagon Alley after breakfast. Before he went to Hogwarts, he said goodbye to the shopkeepers who had taken care of him for a month.Harry is actually not good at making friends with people by nature, but he has always had the consciousness of storing contacts.

"Harry!" He was surprised to see Ron and Hermione sitting outside Florin's Soda.Ron looked incredibly strange, Hermione was tanned, and both were waving desperately at them.

"Saw you at last!" said Hermione, grinning at Harry as he sat down. "You weren't with Malfoy?"

"Draco went to a wizarding school in Northern Europe to study, and he won't be back until tonight. Don't you know?" Harry said inexplicably.

"Oh, I forgot." Hermione stuck out her tongue playfully.

Ron frowned in disgust, and said, "That's a monster school! All the teachers and students in the school are studying black magic. I heard that Grindelwald graduated from there."

"Monster School." Harry said amusedly, "That's what my uncle and aunt call Hogwarts."

Ron pretended not to hear, he patted Harry happily on the shoulder: "We're going to spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron too tonight! So you can go to King's Cross with us tomorrow! Hermione is there too!"

Hermione nodded, smiling all over her face: "My mom and dad left me and everything I needed at Hogwarts there this morning."

"That's great!" said Harry happily. "I've got all my stuff for the summer, how about you, Ron?"

"Look!" said Ron, pulling a slim case out of his schoolbag and opening it. "Brand new wand, fourteen inches long, wicker, with a unicorn's tail hair. Books all bought, too. "He pointed to a large schoolbag under his chair.

"Unicorn hair? Really good." Harry looked at Ron's wand in admiration. "The wand with the unicorn hair core is very smooth."

"Is your wand also made of unicorn hair? Mine is made of dragon heartstrings." Hermione asked curiously.

"No, my core is made of phoenix feathers." Harry replied casually.

"I have ten Galleons," said Hermione, looking into her purse. "My birthday is in September, and my mother and father gave me some money to buy myself an early birthday present."

"How about buying a good book?" Ron asked pretending to be silly, "How about "OLWs Past Examination Questions Collection"?"

"No, I don't want to buy books," said Hermione quietly, "I really want an owl. I mean, Harry has his Hedwig, Malfoy has the golden eagle, you have Errol— —”

"I don't," said Ron. "Errol's in our family. All I have is Scabbers." He took his pet mouse from his pocket. "I want to send him over for a check," he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. "I don't think Egypt is right for him." Scabbers looked thinner than before, and his beard clearly pull down.

"There's a magical creature shop over there," Harry suggested. "You can see if you can get something for Scabbers there, and Hermione can buy an owl there."

So they paid for three ice creams and walked across the street to the shop called Wonder Zoo.

There is not much space inside.Cages hang from every inch of the wall.The store is smelly and noisy.Because the little creatures in the cage are making all kinds of noises.The witch behind the counter was already telling a warlock how to take care of the salamander, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited, looking at the cages.

A pair of purple toads with huge eyes sat there, gobbling unpleasantly, feasting on a dead blowfly.

A large bejeweled hard-shelled tortoise showed off near the window, and poisonous orange snails were slowly emerging from the edges of their glass enclosures.

A fat white rabbit repeatedly transforms into a silk top hat and back again with a loud poof.

Then cats of all colors, a cage of rowdy ravens, a ridiculous basket of mustard-colored soft fur balls humming loudly, and a large cage on the counter with silky black mice growing The long bald tail played some kind of jumping game.

The two-tailed newt wizard was gone, and Ron approached the counter. "This is my mouse," he said to the witch. "Ever since I brought him back from Egypt, he's been a little bit off."

"Put it on the counter," said the Witch, drawing a pair of heavy black spectacles from her pocket.Ron took Scabbers out of his inside pocket and set it not far from his fellow rats.The mice in the cage stopped playing the jumping game, and crowded to the side of the cage one after another, trying to get a better look.

Scabbers, like everything Ron owns, is second-hand and a little battered.Compared with the slick mouse in the cage, it looks particularly sad.

"Hmph," said the witch, picking up Scabbers, "how old is this mouse?"

"Don't know," said Ron, "very old. It used to be my brother's."

"What can it do?" said the Witch, examining Scabbers carefully.

"Er—" said Ron.The reality is that Scabbers has never shown the slightest ability to be interesting.

The witch's eyes turned from Scabbers' torn ear to its front paw, where a toe was missing, and the witch made a tsk sound. "It has suffered, the mouse."

"That's what it looked like when Percy gave it to me," Ron defended himself.

"You don't expect a common house or garden mouse like this to live more than three years," said the witch. "Well, if you're looking for a more durable animal, you might like one of these." ’” She pointed to the black mice, and they immediately started bouncing again.

Ron murmured, "The performance guy."

"Well, if you don't want to replace it, you can try this potion," said the witch, reaching under the counter and taking out a small red bottle.

"Okay," said Ron, "how much - whoops!"

A huge ginger-colored thing jumped down from the top cage, onto Ron's head, and poised forward, purring angrily at Scabbers.

"No! Crookshanks, no!" cried the witch, but Scabbers slipped from her hand like a bar of soap, dropped to the floor on all fours, and fled for the door.

"Scabbers!" Ron yelled.

"It's called Crookshanks?!" Harry also exclaimed in surprise.

The Hydra in Harry's sleeve flew over like an arrow, bit Scabbers several times bigger than it in one bite, and returned to Harry's hand.

"What is this? Snake? You raised it?" Ron rescued the trembling little mouse from Hydra's mouth, and put it back in his pocket. En's pocket.

"My new pet." Harry replied with a smile.

"Your little snake won't eat Scabbers, will it? I think it just bit hard." Ron frowned and looked at his pocket.

"It's just naughty. It has more tastes than I do. You have to pick the part and the heat when eating meat, let alone your mouse. In fact, I plan to keep another pet. Anyway, there are many people in Hogwarts at the same time. Keep a few pets." Harry blinked mischievously, and he turned to the clerk: "Is that big guy just now a cat? How do you sell it?"

"Are you going to buy it? It never sells, it's always been a little too clever," said the clerk pleasantly, holding the big cat up to face Harry.

The giant cat's ginger fur is thick and shaggy, but its legs are clearly a little bent, and its face looks grumpy and squished, as if it's just slammed into a wall at some point .

It squinted at Harry with distaste, but gently put its front paw on Harry's hand.

Harry took the strange-looking huge cat in surprise, his voice trembling slightly: "Is it really called Crookshanks? Who named it?"

"Oh, it's called Crookshanks. It's been a few years since I came here. When I first came here, I was just a kitten, and the name Crookshanks was written on the bronze plaque around my neck." The clerk said.

Harry looked at the big ginger cat in surprise and tenderness, scratching its chin and smoothing its fur.The big cat was scratched lazily, and kept squinting at Hermione's newly developed chest.

"Are you going to buy this monster? Such an ugly cat?" Ron asked, his jaw dropping in surprise. "It would be dangerous for Scabbers. It's a snake and a cat. Are you targeting Scabbers?"

"Nobody's going to hurt Scabbers. The cat's got a pretty unique look, isn't it?" said Harry, grinning.

"But Scabbers—" Ron still wanted to persuade Harry to give up the cat.

"If Harry is inconvenient, he can be raised in my girls' dormitory, so that he and Scabbers won't meet very often." But Hermione interrupted him, she fell in love with Crookshanks immediately, she was happy Carefully stroking the fat ginger cat's head, she said pitifully, "Poor Crookshanks, the witch said it's been there for a long, long time, and no one wants it."

Crookshanks let out a cooperating whimper.

"I must buy it!" Harry said decisively, reaching for the rat tonic on the counter: "This bottle of rat tonic should also be counted on my head, as compensation for Crookshanks scaring Scabbers just now .”

Ron still didn't understand why Harry bought such an ugly cat: "Don't you like snakes? How can someone like a naked mollusk and a fluffy cat? And this cat is fierce and ugly .”

Harry hugged Crookshanks tightly, as if he was holding some rare treasure: "I vaguely remember that when I was a child, there was also a turmeric mime next to me, with such a flat face."

And, it's also called Crookshanks, and it's my cat!That's my kitty growing up!Harry added mentally.

Crookshanks snored contentedly in Harry's arms.

Banban trembled suddenly and violently in Ron's hand, as if he was still in great fright.

The author has something to say: Dear Padfoot:

Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present!This is his favorite toy.He looks so happy to be able to fly around on a toy broom at only one year old.I have attached a photo for you to see.You know the little broomstick only goes two feet off the ground, but Harry nearly killed the kitten...