HP When Harry is a Genius

Chapter 129

Sirius couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the curtain again. After a lot of effort, he finally pulled the curtain again.The old woman's scream died away, and there was a reverberating silence.

In the sudden silence, Sirius and Lupine looked at Harry with complicated expressions.

"Dobby is going to prepare dinner for the little master!" Another house elf withdrew winkingly.

The handsome man's voice sounded hoarse, and he scratched his messy and sexy long hair in pain and confusion: "Harry, are you still a Parseltongue? How could the Potter family have a Parseltongue?"

Harry nodded, touched the scar on his forehead and said, "Dumbledore guessed that it was Voldemort who was rebounded by his mother's spell on the night of Avada Kedavra, so that I got his talent. You will think Am I evil? I'm a Parseltongue and I have a crush on snakes. When I was a kid, I accidentally let a python from Brazil escape in the zoo. I didn't know if it would attack people after it got out. .” He lowered his eyelids, looking a little lonely and aggrieved.

Ron rolled his eyes where the adults couldn't see, and silently made an inviting gesture to Harry: Please start your performance.

"How could it be possible to think you are evil!" Sirius and Lupine said in unison.

"But you are all Gryffindors, and you definitely won't like me, a Gryffindor who doesn't seem pure! When the guardian beast I summoned on the train was a big snake, Remus looked at me like that." That's not right. Sirius was also surprised when he summoned the Patronus on the Quidditch pitch. Sirius hates Slytherin so much, he must not like me, a Parseltongue."

The boy lowered his head, buried his face deeply between his hands, exuded a strong sense of self-loathing all over his body, and his voice seemed to be choked up.

"But these are not up to me to decide. I also want a majestic lion as a patron saint, and I also want to be a lioness, but—" He was speechless, and his innocent face was full of deep emotions. Deep confusion and grievance.

"Oh, Harry." Sirius hurriedly hugged his fragile and injured godson into his arms, patted his back lightly and comforted him: "This has nothing to do with you. Although you are not like James except for your appearance Too much, but you're a true Gryffindor and Potter, there's nothing wrong with that. And Harry, no matter what you look like, I'm your godfather, and I'll never hate you!"

"Don't you think I'm a Parseltongue? Don't you think my Patronus is a snake?" Harry raised his head and stared at his big wet eyes, with a strong nasal voice in his voice.

"Damn it!" Although he and Lily got along well, Sirius still felt that his dear godson stared at such a pure and innocent Lily with James's usual unruly appearance.

He wished he could tell Harry to turn around and close his eyes!Don't look at me with those big emerald green eyes bitches!

- Don't look at me!

However, at this moment, he was still stiff, trying his best to look gently at those obtrusive and funny big emerald green eyes and said: "Why do you dislike it? It's not your fault. It's all my fault that I didn't fulfill my godfather's responsibility and let Snape The guy sneaked in and became your enlightenment mentor, causing your guardian beasts to be affected."

Harry lowered his head, still seemed a little worried and inferior.

Sirius hurriedly broke Harry and promised loudly: "Don't say you are a Gryffindor, even if you are a Slytherin! Even if you are still the head of Slytherin's prefect! I will not dislike you! He looked at Harry seriously, and said, "I am your godfather. I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as godfather in the past 12 years. Harry, it is me who should be worried about being rejected, not you."

Remus Lupine, who couldn't stand it for a long time, also stepped forward and hugged Harry. The two tall men hugged Harry together, giving him warmth and confidence.Lupine said: "Harry, never underestimate yourself. You are great and excellent. Even if James and Lily are here, they will be proud of your guardian beast!"

Harry, who was hugged and loved, nodded movedly.

Ron looked at Sirius and Remus who held Harry in their arms, and shook his head: Stupid adults!

If Harry was going to feel inferior about Parseltongue or something, he, Ron Weasley, would cut off his head and use Malfoy's stinky ferret as a toilet!Harry is obviously very proud of his Parseltongue talent, okay?Harry raised several snakes, and all the pythons in the Forbidden Forest listened to him!Even he, Ron Weasley, wants this Parseltongue skill very much now, he has been practicing the Oolong spell!

The men who calmed down put their luggage in the living room for the time being, and planned to go to the kitchen to solve the problem of dinner first.

Sirius led them to the end of the porch and down a narrow set of stone steps into the basement kitchen.

It was almost as dark here as in the hall above, a cavernous and deep room with walls of black gold sand and dark green hemp granite.Most of the light comes from a large fireplace at the far end of the room.

The smoke from the pipe filled the air, like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield, and the heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling looked hideous and terrifying in the smoke.

The room was littered with chairs, and in the middle was a long wooden table with scrolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles, and what looked like rags scattered across the table.

Dobby and Kreacher were sitting on opposite sides of the long table, arguing fiercely with their heads together, and they seemed to be having a heated argument over who should cook for Harry.

"Little Master Harry!" Dobby stood up in panic, and said, "Oh, it's such a mess here, and you came here. It's too bad. But, Dobby doesn't know whether to clean it up or not!"

Kreacher stood up unhurriedly, bowed to Harry, his body was ridiculously low, and his big pig-like nose was crushed to the ground.It said: "Dobby had already cleaned this place up, but Kreacher remembered little Master Harry—"

Sirius looked at Kreacher's respectful attitude towards Harry in surprise, and also called Harry "Little Master" just like Dobby.

Kreacher continued: "Kreacher remembered that little master Harry and the young master said, don't clean up the room yet. The little master hoped to have a "Little Wizard Potter Adventures in the Old House and Castle", and Kreacher restored the place to its original state Already!" The old elf straightened up proudly.

Dobby scrambled to claim credit: "Dobby also remembers! Dobby cleaned almost half of the living room on the second floor. After receiving the order from the little master, Dobby restored them to their original state! Exactly the same! The second floor Dobby caught all those vixies that were driven away in the curtains with great difficulty, not a few of them! Dobby also picked up their corpses from the litter of dead cattails—"

"Stop!" Harry yelled helplessly.

Ron wailed in pain: "What a mess!"

Lupine put his hands on Harry and Ron's heads one by one, and said with a smile: "Well done, Dobby. We will clean up again."

Dobby straightened his chest proudly, and Kreacher snorted and muttered something in a low voice, but it was obviously about Lupine.

Sirius looked around and frowned, "So what are we going to have for dinner? Don't you have anything prepared?"

"Master, we dare not touch things in the kitchen." Kreacher said calmly in a hoarse voice like a bullfrog.

Harry looked hesitantly at the cauldron hanging high in the sky, and said, "You and Dobby make dinner, and we'll clean up the kitchen."

"No!" Kreacher refused, "How can I let the respected little Parseltongue master clean up, let Dobby and the young master do it. Little master Harry is sitting next to him, Kreacher is here to cook dinner, Kreacher is very good at cooking Come on." Ron and Lupine were ignored by the house-elf.

"Okay then, just do as you say. You make dinner and Dobby cleans up with us." Harry said, and Sirius nodded indifferently.

Soon, a heavy set of knives began to cut meat and chop vegetables automatically under the spell of Kreacher, who was standing on a high bench stirring a cauldron suspended over the fire.

And it was said to clean up together, but it was just Dobby taking out plates, goblets and food from the pantry, Dobby was scrubbing the walls and the stove, Dobby was swaying the clean-up spell around, Dobby wiped those corners spider ants move away.Harry, the four men, just sit...

Harry felt something rub against his knee.He looked down and saw Crookshanks, the ginger, band-legged cat, who wrapped itself around Harry's lap, purred, and then jumped into Sirius' lap and curled up in a ball.

Sirius scratched the base of its ear absently, and at the same time turned to look at Harry with a suspicious expression on his face: "Let Kreacher cook for us? Isn't it good? I'm worried that I won't be able to eat it."

Kreacher threw the spoon heavily, and screamed: "Master doesn't like Kreacher's cooking, so you don't have to eat it! Kreacher is cooking for the honorable Parseltongue little master Harry!"

Sirius curled his lips and stopped talking.

Dobby pierced his waist and screamed, "Kreacher, you shouldn't have said that to Master Harry's godfather! House elves should be polite!"

"When is it your turn to teach Kreacher, Dobby? Kreacher is the elf who has been loyal to the Black family for generations! Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life!" said the old house-elf in a low voice. .

The two house-elves put their heads together again, and a heated argument broke out.

The author has something to say: There is an old stalk——

Snape: How do you look so much like your dad? !

Sirius: You are nothing like your father!

Harry: MMP!

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