Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

To find new life, and J.K. Rowling! [2]

Tip: Since the science in this story is generally correct, I would like to remind that in chapters 22-25 Harry ignores many other possibilities, the most important of which is: There are many magic genes, but they are all concentrated on one chromosome (this does not usually happen naturally, but the chromosome may be artificially adjusted).In this case, the law of inheritance will be consistent with Mendel's genetic theory, but through chromosome exchange, magic chromosomes can still be degraded by non-magic homologous chromosomes. [3] (Harry has read about Mendel and chromosomes in his science history books, but he doesn't know enough about real genetics to know about chromosome swapping. Hey, he's only 11.) However, While modern science journals will find fault with many other details, all the evidence Harry presents is indeed strong evidence—otherwise it is unlikely.

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Act Two:

(Bright sunlight from the enchanted sky ceiling casts down the hall and falls on the students as if they were sitting in the open air, plates and bowls glistening; refreshed after a good night's sleep, They take a deep breath over breakfast, getting ready for Sunday's plans.)

so.Only one thing will make you a wizard.

If you think about it, this isn't much of a surprise. The main function of DNA is to tell ribosomes how to combine amino acids to make proteins.Conventional physics seems perfectly capable of describing amino acids, and no matter how many amino acids you tie together, conventional physics will tell you that you can never get magic out of them.

However, magic appears to be inherited through DNA.

Then maybe, it's not that DNA combines non-magic amino acids to form magic proteins.

It's not the key gene arrangement itself that makes you magic.

Magic comes from elsewhere.

(On the long table in Ravenclaw, there is a boy who is staring blankly at the air, his right hand is automatically stuffing some unimportant food in front of him into his mouth, regardless of what he is stuffing. Maybe Even if you replace the food in front of him with a big lump of mud, he won't notice.)

For some reason, the source of the magic focuses on the bearers of a particular DNA that is in every other way an ordinary, ape-man-evolved human.

(Actually, there are a lot of boys and girls staring into the air. After all, this is Ravenclaw's long table.)

Logical deduction from other directions will lead to the same conclusion.In sexually reproducing species complex structures within groups must be common.If gene B is dependent on gene A, then A must itself be useful, and thus independently achieve near-universal status in the gene population, for B to be useful enough to gain an advantage in natural selection.Then, when everyone has B, variant A* will depend on B, and then C will depend on A* and B, and then B* will depend on C, until the whole structure becomes seamless, which piece is missing Will not work.But the whole process is gradual—evolution can never be ahead, evolution can never increase the proportion of B in advance, and then wait for the generalization of gene A.Evolution is just a simple historical truth: Whichever organism has the most children, their genes are more common than other genes.So each part of the complex structure must have been widely disseminated so that other parts of the structure can rely on their existence.

Such an intricate, interdependent structure—the powerful and thoughtful protein machinery that drives life—is always the same within a sexually reproducing species—except for a few unrelated variants that are selected at any given moment, In order to slowly pave the way for further complications.That's why all humans have the same basic brain design, the same emotions, the same facial expressions that correspond one-to-one with emotions; these adaptations are very complex, so they must be the same.

If magic were this intricate adaptation, made up of many genes, then a child born of a wizard-Muggle union would only get half of those genes, and a structure with only half wouldn't do much.So there can't be Muggle-born wizards either.Even if all of these genes went individually into the Muggle gene pool, there's no way they could reintegrate into a person and make that person a wizard.

There is no such thing as a group of genetically independent human beings living in isolation in some valley, embarking on a special evolutionary path, and evolving magical parts in their brains.Because this complex genetic structure will never recombine in Muggle-born children after wizards and Muggles mix.

So, whatever your genetics turned you into a wizard has nothing to do with the blueprint of any complex structure.

This was another reason why Harry had guessed that wizards' inheritance would conform to Mendel's laws.If the magic gene is not such a complex structure, is it necessary to have more than one?

Yet magic itself seems to be very complex.The Door Locking Charm will prevent the door from being opened, it will also prevent you from deforming the hinges, and it will also resist spell stop and arajo opening.All of these elements point in the same direction: you could call it goal orientation, or in simpler terms, purposefulness.

Complexity with purpose, there are only two known causes of this phenomenon.Natural selection - creates things like butterflies.And smart engineering -- making things like cars.

Magic doesn't seem like some sort of self-replicative existence.Mantras are purposefully complex, but unlike butterflies, mantras are not complex to replicate themselves.The complexity of spells is to serve their users, like a car.

Well, it was some intelligent engineer who created the source of magic and then focused it on a particular DNA carrier.

Obviously, the next thought was that this had something to do with "Atlantis." [4]

Harry had asked Hermione before - on the train to Hogwarts, after hearing Draco mention it - and as far as she knew, the word was unknown to anyone but itself.

It might just be mere legend.But there is also a plausible theory that some magic-user civilization, especially one before Merlin's ban, destroyed itself on this continent.

The inference is as follows: Atlantis was once an isolated civilization that somehow imported the source of magic and made it available only to the carriers of the Atlantean gene - that is, with Atlantis flowing through it. Man of the Blood of Tees - Service.

In the same way: the words spoken by the wizard, the movements of the wand waved, these things are not complicated enough to create the effect of a spell out of thin air-unlike the 30 billion pairs of basic DNA of human beings, which are indeed complicated enough to produce the effect of a spell. The scale of the human body; nor does it look like a computer program that can create thousands of bytes of data.

So the words and the movement of the wand are just switches, rockers that activate some hidden, more complex machinery.It's a button, not a blueprint.

Just like a computer program will fail to compile if you spell it wrong, and the source of magic won't respond to you as soon as you say a word wrong, you have to cast your spell exactly right.

This chain of reasoning is unassailable.

Then inevitably point to only one final conclusion.

Thousands of years ago, wizards' ancestors told the source of magic that to make things float, all you had to say was—

"Wingadim Leviosa."

Harry slumped toward the breakfast table, resting his head wearily on his right hand.

There is a story once upon a time, from the dawn of artificial intelligence—they were just starting to work on it, and no one had figured out how hard the problem was—a professor sent one of his graduate students to solve a computer vision problem. [5]

Harry began to understand the mood of the graduate student at the time.

This will take some time.

If it's as simple as pressing a button, why does it take more mana to cast Alahaw Cave Meeting than other spells?

Who the hell is so stupid as to create a spell like Avada Kedavra that can only be cast through hatred?

Why does Silent Transfiguration require you to completely separate the concepts of matter and material on a mental level?

Harry probably won't be able to solve these problems by the time he graduates from Hogwarts.He might still be working on these issues at 30.Hermione was right, Harry hadn't noticed the difficulty of the question deep down before.He just gave a pep talk about his resolve.

Harry's mind briefly considered whether to follow the instinct that he might not be able to solve these problems at all, and then decided that was going too far.

Besides, as long as he finds a way to make himself immortal for the first few decades, he'll be fine.

What method did the Dark Lord use?Come to think of it, the fact that the Dark Lord had somehow survived his first death was infinitely more important than the fact that the Dark Lord had tried to rule the entire British wizarding world...

"Excuse me," said an unexpected voice behind him, in an unexpected tone, "Mr. Malfoy would like to talk to you if it's convenient for you."

Harry didn't choke on his breakfast cereal.He turned and looked at Crabbe curiously.

"Excuse me," said Harry. "Didn't you mean 'My boss wants to talk to you?'"

Crabbe didn't look too happy. "Mr. Malfoy instructed me to speak properly."

"I can't hear you," said Harry. "What you said is not standard." He turned back to face his bowl of blue crystal snowflakes, and ate another spoonful on purpose.

"My boss wants to talk to you," came a threatening voice behind him. "You'd better go see him as soon as possible, for your own sake."

That's right.Now everything will happen according to plan.

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The first act:

"Reason?" said the old wizard.He suppressed the anger on his face.The boy before him was a victim, and he must not be frightened any further. "There's no excuse to—"

"I've done worse to him."

The old wizard was petrified. "Harry, what did you do?"

"I did a little trick to convince Draco that I tricked him into taking part in some ritual that required him to sacrifice his blood beliefs. It meant he couldn't grow up to be a Death Eater anymore. He'd lost everything Yes, Principal."

There was a long silence in the office, broken only by the smoke and whistle of gadgets, which after a while sounded like silence.

"My God," said the old wizard, "I really feel like a fool. I'm still hoping that you might try to redeem Malfoy's heir by, say, showing some real friendship and kindness."

"Ha! Yeah, like that's going to work."

The old wizard sighed.This is really over the top. "Tell me, Harry. Has it ever occurred to you that there's something inappropriate about using lies and tricks to redeem someone?"

"I'm not directly lying, and since we're talking about Draco Malfoy, I think what you want to say should be very appropriate." The boy looked quite smug.

The old wizard shook his head helplessly. "And that's the main character. We're all dead."

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Act [-]:

It was a long, narrow tunnel of rough stone, lit only by a child's wand; it seemed to stretch for miles.

The reason is simple: the tunnels do extend for miles.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Fred and George were walking down the long secret passage that led from the one-eyed witch statue at Hogwarts to the basement of Honeydukes in Hogsmeade.

"How about that thing?" Fred whispered.

(Not that there are eavesdroppers around, but there's something odd about speaking at a normal volume when you're walking through a tunnel.)

"Still bad," George said.

"Both, or—"

"The one who was good and bad is fine again. The other one is still the same."

The map was a powerful and marvelous artifact that could track the real-time location of anything sentient in the school just by knowing its name.The map is almost certainly made during the founding of Hogwarts.It's not a good thing to suddenly start making mistakes.If this thing breaks, no one can fix it except Dumbledore.

The Weasley twins wouldn't hand Dumbledore the map.It's an unforgivable blasphemy of marauders - these four unknown marauders managed to steal part of Hogwarts' security system, something that may have been made by Salazar Slytherin himself, It was then twisted into a tool for student pranks.

Some may find this disrespectful.

Some may consider this a crime.

The Weasley twins were so sure Godric Gryffindor would nod in approval if he could see the map.

The brothers walked and walked, and walked, and most of the time nobody spoke.The Weasley twins only spoke to each other when they thought of a new prank, or when one learned something the other didn't.Otherwise the conversation is pointless.If they've been given the same information, they tend to think the same way and make the same decisions.

(It was a custom in the past that whenever magical identical twins were born, one of them was killed after birth.)

Fred and George simultaneously crawled with difficulty into the cellar, which was strewn with barrels and racks full of strange materials.

Fred and George waited.It would be impolite to do other things at this time.

Not long after, a thin old man in black pajamas came down the steps leading to the cellar and yawned. "How do you do, boys," said Ambrosio Froome, "didn't expect you to come tonight. Out of stock?"

Fred and George decide that Fred will talk.

"No, Mr. Froome," said Fred, "we'd like you to help us with something . . . more interesting."

"Now, lads," said Froome, sounding serious, "I hope you didn't just wake me up so I could reassure you that I'm not selling the kind that really gets you in trouble." For you guys. At least until you're 16—"

George took something out of his robe and handed it to Froome wordlessly. "Have you seen this?" Fred said.

Froome looked at the Daily Prophet published yesterday, frowned and nodded.Newspaper headlines The next Dark Lord? , which shows a young boy that a student managed to capture, with a cold and frightening expression, completely out of his age.

"I can't believe that Malfoy," Froome snapped. "Knocking on this kid when he's 11! He should be crushed and made into chocolate!"

Fred and George blinked at the same time.Malfoy behind Rita Skeeter?Harry Potter hadn't warned them about it... which meant Harry definitely didn't know.If he had known, he would never have involved them...

Fred and George exchanged glances.Well, Harry didn't need to know about it until the job was done.

"Mr. Froome," said Fred softly, "the Boy Who Lived needs your help."

Froome stared at them both.

Then he sighed.

"Well," said Froome, "what do you want?"

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Act Six:

When Rita Skeeter is focused on her fat prey, she doesn't pay much attention to the scurrying ants that make up the rest of the universe, which is why she almost bumps headfirst into this bald man who pops out.

"Miss Skeeter," said the man, his voice was a bit too cold and harsh compared to his youthful face, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Get out of the way, boy!" Rita cursed, trying to get around.

The man blocked her again, and his movements were so perfect, it was as if they were both standing completely still, and it was the surrounding streets that were moving.

Rita narrowed her eyes. "who do you think You Are?"

"It's stupid," the man said indifferently. "At least learn to be smart and remember this face, because the owner of this face is a hidden Death Eater who is training Harry Potter to be the next Dark Lord. After all ’” he said with a faint smile, “that sure sounds like someone you don’t want to meet on the street, especially after you’ve just vilified him in the paper.”

It took Rita a moment to digest the words.This is Quirinus Quirrell?He looked too old and too young at the same time; his face, if it hadn't been so stern and lofty, would have looked like something in his thirties.And he's starting to lose his hair?Can he afford a therapist?

No, it doesn't matter, she needs to turn into a beetle now and stay somewhere.She had just received an anonymous message that Ms. Burns was having a tryst with her assistant.If she can manage to confirm it, it'll be a big fish: Burns has been high on her list.The anonymous source said Burns and her assistant would have lunch in a private room at Mary's Place, which is popular with people with a purpose -- as far as she knows, This room is safe from all listening devices, but there is no proof that this room is safe from a beautiful blue beetle that sneaks in through the door...

"Go away!" said Rita, trying to push Quirrell away.Quirrell's arm touched slightly, and the direction was tilted. Rita pushed empty and fell staggeringly.

Professor Quirrell pulled back the sleeve robe on his left hand, exposing his left arm. "Look," said Professor Quirrell, "there are no dark marks. I hope your newspaper will clarify."

Rita burst out laughing in disbelief.This man was certainly not a real Death Eater.If he had been, the papers would not have carried it at all. "Forget about that, man. Get the hell out of here now."

Quirrell stared at her for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Ms. Skeeter," Quirrell said, "I was trying to find some way to convince you. However, I found that, for me, it is more pleasant to crush you directly."

"Then try it. Get out of my way now, boy, or I'll call the Aurors and make them arrest you for obstructing the press."

Quirrell bowed slightly to her, then went around. "Goodbye, Rita Skeeter." A voice came from behind her.

As Rita began to gallop forward, she subconsciously noticed the man humming as he left.

As if it could frighten her.

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The fourth act:

"Sorry, I quit," Lee Jordan said. "I'm still the giant spider type."

The Boy Who Lived said he had a very important job for the League of Chaos, a serious and secret job, more rewarding and more difficult than their usual shenanigans.

Harry then gave a pep talk, but it was vague.The speech says that Fred and George and Lee have huge potential, if only they can learn to be a little more eccentric.Make people feel like they're living in a surreal world, not just throw a bucket of water over the door and scare them. (Fred and George exchange an amused look, which they haven't thought of yet.) Harry Potter invokes their prank on Neville - Harry is a little guilty of bringing it up, Sorting The Cap scolded him for it - but the prank must have made Neville doubt his own sanity.Just like everyone else felt when they saw Snape apologize.That's the real power of pranks.

Want to join?Harry Potter yelled, and Lee Jordan refused. "Count us both," Fred—or possibly George—said.Because, without a doubt, Godric Gryffindor would have said yes.

Lee Jordan smiled apologetically, then stood up and left the deserted and muted hallway.This is where the four members of the Chaos League meet, then sit down and plot.

The three remaining members of the Chaos Alliance got straight to the point.

(It's not that sad either. Fred and George will then go on to do some giant spider-type shenanigans with Lee, just like before. They formed the Chaos Alliance just to bring Harry Potter in, before Ron told them After Harry Potter was weird and evil, Fred and George decided to show Harry true friendship and kindness and rescue him from the darkness. Fortunately, Harry didn't seem to need to be rescued-although they Not sure yet...)

"So," said one of the twins, "what's the matter?"

"Rita Skeeter," said Harry, "do you know who she is?"

Fred and George nodded, frowning.

"She's been asking around about me."

This is not good news.

"Can you guess what I want you to do?"

Fred and George looked at each other, confused. "You want us to accidentally stuff her with funnier candies?"

"No," said Harry, "no, no, no! It's still a giant spider mind! Please, what would you do if you heard Rita Skeeter was trying to spread rumors about you?"

This is much more obvious.

Fred and George grinned slowly.

"We pre-empted the rumors ourselves," they replied.

"Yeah," said Harry, smiling wider. "But not just any rumour. I want people to stop believing anything the papers say about Harry Potter, any more than Muggles believe anything the papers say about Elvis Presley."[ 6] In the beginning, I just wanted to drown Rita Skeeter in rumors, make up a bunch of rumors myself, so she couldn't figure out which ones were true, but then she would just put the scariest ones the most sensational ones. So I want you guys to make up a story about me and figure out a way to make Rita Skeeter believe it. But it has to be that kind of, after the fact, everybody We all know this is the kind of story that's pure fiction. We'd have to fool Rita Skeeter and her editors and prove afterwards that all the evidence was false. Of course -- within these constraints -- The story has to be as absurd as possible, and it gets published nonetheless. Do you understand what I want you to do?"

"Not sure..." Fred or George said slowly. "You want us to make up a story for you?"

"I want you to do the whole set," said Harry Potter. "I've been a little busy lately, plus I want to be able to honestly testify that I didn't know anything about what happened. Surprise me."

After a while, Fred and George had a very evil smile on their faces.

Then they got serious. "But Harry, we don't know how to do this—"

"Then figure it out," said Harry. "I have faith in both of you. Not entirely, but if you can't do it, let me know and I'll try someone else, or do it myself. If you come up with a really cool idea - let it go Go for it. But don't be mediocre. If you can't come up with anything really beautiful, just tell me."

Fred and George exchanged a worried look.

"I can't think of it," said George.

"Me too," said Fred. "Feel sorry."

Harry glared at them.

Then Harry started to explain how you should think about something.

You have to think for more than two seconds, said Harry.

You should never treat any problem as impossible, said Harry, unless you took a clock, counted the minutes, and thought about it for five minutes.Not 5 minutes of mental time, but 5 minutes of physical time.

Besides, Harry emphasized, with his right hand slamming hard into the floor, you can't immediately start looking for a solution.

Then Harry began to explain an experiment done by a man named Norman Meyer,[7] this person is an organizational psychologist, and his experiment was to let two different teams solve the same problem.

This problem, Harry said, required three employees doing three jobs at the same time.Low-level employees only want to do the simplest jobs.Senior employees want to switch jobs so they don't get bored.A productivity expert recommends assigning low-level employees to do the easiest jobs and senior employees to do the hardest jobs for a 20% increase in productivity.

One group of teams was instructed: "Don't come up with any solutions until you've discussed the problem thoroughly."

Another group of teams had no instructions.Faced with a problem, those people naturally start to come up with solutions.Then those people start to hold their own and argue with each other, and then start arguing about which is more important, freedom or efficiency, and so on.

The first group that was instructed to "discuss first, solve later" had a much higher chance of finding the right solution: keep the junior employee doing the easiest job, and then have the other two take turns doing both of them, starting from the expert's. According to the data, the efficiency will increase by 19%.

Finding the solution first completely reverses the order of problem solving.It's like starting a meal with dessert, only worse.

(Harry also quotes a man named Robin Dawes,[8] the harder the problem, the more people tend to try to start solving it right away.)

So Harry would leave the question to Fred and George, and they'd talk it through, listing everything they could think of that was even remotely related.Then, they shouldn't think about the real solution until the discussion is over, unless of course they happen to have a particularly cool idea, in which case they can write the idea down and move on.For at least a week, he didn't want to hear what they called nothing came up.Some people spend decades thinking about something.

"Any more questions?" Harry said.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"I can't think of anything wrong."

"Me too."

Harry coughed slightly. "You haven't asked me for a budget yet."

Budget?they thought.

"I could just give you the numbers," said Harry, "but I think it's more motivating."

Harry reached into his robes and took them out—

Although they were sitting up, Fred and George almost fell to the ground in fright.

"Don't spend flowers for the sake of flowers," said Harry.Shining on the stone floor in front of them was a pile of unimaginably large sums. "Only spend money on brilliant ideas; and when those brilliant ideas cost money, don't hesitate. If there's any left over, give it back to me, I trust you. Oh, and then you get ten percent , no matter how much you ended up spending—”

"We can't take it!" the twins yelled. "We can't get paid to do this!"

(The twins would never take money to do anything illegal. Unbeknownst to Ambrosio Froome, they sold his wares at zero profit. Fred and George wanted to prove themselves— With Veritaserum, if need be - they're not opportunistic criminals, they're just doing a public service.)

Harry frowned at them. "But I want you guys to do some real work. Adults get paid to do it, and it counts as a gift from a friend. You can't hire someone to do that. "

Fred and George shook their heads.

"Okay," said Harry, "then I'll buy you a very expensive Christmas present, and if you want to give it back to me, I'll just burn it. Now you don't even know how much I'm going to cost you." The money, except for one thing, is bound to be more than you would have had if you had just taken it. And I would have bought you those presents anyway, so think about it before you tell me you can't come up with any good ideas."

Harry stood up, smiling, and turned away while Fred and George were still dumbfounded.He took a few strides, then turned around.

"Oh, and one more thing," said Harry, "don't involve Professor Quirrell. He doesn't like the publicity. I know it's much easier to convince people of the weird things that happened to the Defense Professor, and I'm sorry for being like It blocks your train of thought, but please, don't get Professor Quirrell involved."

Then Harry turned and took a few steps forward—

He turned his head one last time and said softly, "Thank you."

Then left.

There was a long pause after he left.

"So," said one of the twins.

"So," said another.

"Professor Defense doesn't like public attention, does he?"

"Harry doesn't know us very well, does he?"

"Yes."

"But of course we can't spend money on it."

"Of course not, it's not good. We'll do the defense professor part alone."

"We'll get some Gryffindors to write to Skeeter and say..."

"...his sleeves were rolled up once in Defense class and they saw the Dark Mark..."

"...he's probably teaching Harry Potter all sorts of horrible things..."

"...he's also the worst defense professor at Hogwarts anyone can remember, and he's not just incompetent, he's got everything wrong, the exact opposite of what's right..."

"...For example, he said that as long as there is love, you can cast the death curse, which makes the death curse useless."

"I like this."

"Thank you."

"I bet the Defense professor would love this too."

"He does have a sense of humor. He wouldn't call us that if he didn't have a sense of humor."

"But can we really get Harry's job done?"

"Harry said to discuss before solving it, so let's discuss it."

The Weasley twins decide to cast George as the upbeat one, and let Fred challenge it.

"That sounds like a complete contradiction," Fred said. "He wanted to make the story so absurd that everyone would laugh at Skeeter, because they all knew