Harry Potter Genius Iq Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The whole comment section suddenly went off-topic, erupting into a huge fight about whether or not Harry was actually smart. Neither side was willing to back down. Meanwhile, Harry just sat there in silence. Couldn't they give him a break? Where did they get off acting like he was a total idiot?

His small body swiftly ran out of Harry's embrace, moving forward. As he ran, he continuously wiped away tears, ignoring Harry's calls behind him. "Charlie, wait, son! This area is very dangerous; you shouldn't run around..." In the end, Charlie, a child with genius intelligence, was still just a child craving his father's love. As Emma had predicted, he was falling into the deep pit of heartache every time his father was mentioned. Moreover, the father he thought of day and night was none other than Uncle Harry. It was something he couldn't accept at the moment.

Jade listened in shock, "Patricia, what kind of prodigy have you given birth to? Is he really only four years old? Could he be reincarnated?" A four-year-old child should only know how to eat candy, right? Like Fannie— As she finished speaking, she subconsciously looked towards Fannie, who was sitting on the couch, happily eating a lollipop. Proudly, Patricia said, "Charles has always been intelligent. I've had his IQ tested, and it reached an impressive 180." "......??" Jade, whose IQ had just passed, fell into deep self-doubt. Soon enough, Charles emerged with a laptop in his hands, placing it on the coffee table and kneeling on the floor. His slender fingers began swiftly typing on the ke

“Your pitiable situation is exactly why I’m concerned. It makes you vulnerable, and that means you could be bought. So, I’ll ask you again, Harry—can you keep your mouth shut?” Harry straightens up, his expression hardening. Despite his circumstances, there’s a spark of intelligence in his eyes—a sharpness that catches me off guard. He’s street-smart, like all the kids out here, but there’s something more to him. Something tells me he’s already thought this through.

More than Derek, I was scared of Scarlett's reaction because she wouldn't mind putting me in my place in her innocent way. I remembered her asking me for a new laptop or desktop. I knew it was too much for a kid of two years, but then she was smart, and she needed all the facilities to increase her knowledge. She wanted to learn new things from all over the world and gain as much knowledge as she could. 'Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.' In the same way, Scarlett was a super-genius, and excepting her to behave like a kid of two years was something stupid. For a while, she could put this act

Alexander was a boy perhaps too stubborn and too proud, but he was not so stupid as to contradict a professor endlessly. “We'll see when we try them. Let's see which is perfect”. The boy took his wand, put it back in the sheath, and hid it in the wide sleeve of his school clothes, then went back to his work table to continue making his wand ... that rubbish. Smart took Elizabeth's wand again, placed another huge magnifying glass next to the ones attached to his eyes, and then exclaimed again: “It's perfect ... as if made by forest elves.” And he moved away.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

He snaps still unsure but more convinced then before “But just for the record I still think this is all in my mind and I’m only listening because I miss mums voice” I smirk, giggling at how childish he could be, but damn did I not miss it. Just as I was about to tell him the entire plan I could feel a barrier in his head drop down, I surge forward gasping when I realise I could see what he seen, hear what he heard, feel what he could feel. “Turn or il empty hell fire on her” this instantly made his body tighten as he looks up into the eyes of a cold hearted killer, he was a weasley looking bastard, dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and an even bushier nose

' He was offering me a trap, thinking he was the one holding the cheese. ​I let a slow, dark smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. He wanted fun? I could give him an eternity’s worth of "fun" in a single night. I could show him exactly what happens when a wizard decides to play with a stray mutt. ​I looked him dead in the eye, my violet energy simmering just behind my pupils. ​"It seems like your brain isn't working either.” I drawled, the words dripping with a cold, intellectual venom. I watched his smug expression falter as I continued…