When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, when the Gryffindor table suddenly burst into deafening cheers and applause, almost toppling the ceiling.

"We have Potter! We have Potter!" Fred and George cheered repeatedly.

Snape's mind went blank for a moment, and he glanced blankly at the Sorting Hat in his hand.

——The strength and pain between Nagini's teeth closing still remained in his neck, but in an instant he arrived at the brightly lit Hogwarts hall, where the sorting ceremony was going on.How is this going?

Snape moved his right hand that was hanging by his side - there was no doubt that the palm of this hand was free of calluses and signs of being corroded by potion, and it was at least four circles smaller - it was not his hand.

...To be honest, he really doesn't understand the meaning of the phrase "We have Potter", although he has some guesses in his heart...

——except when Harry Potter first entered school, he had never seen this scene anywhere else.

On the surface, Snape walked towards the Gryffindor table calmly, ignoring Percy's expression of wanting to shake hands and the cheers of a group of young wizards, found a seat and sat down.

"Harry! I knew it!" Ron yelled, patting him on the shoulder.

"Welcome, kid." Headless Nick also happily patted his other shoulder, as if he had just been splashed with a bucket of ice water.

"..." Snape's expression was dull.

A terrifying, ridiculous, but most likely true speculation enveloped him.

To prove it, he looked up at the professor's seat——

In Dumbledore's view, little Harry's expression just now seemed to be immersed in a huge surprise and has not recovered.

So he winked playfully at Snape when he looked up.

When Snape received Dumbledore's friendly signal, he suddenly felt a stomachache. He subconsciously turned his face away, and glanced at the professor's chair——

Usually, look at who the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is.To find out what year it is...

Quirrell, Hagrid, McGonagall, Hooch... oh, and myself.

The self on the professor's seat was talking to Quirrell, his eyes seemed to have swept over inadvertently, and looked at "Harry Potter", those eyes were indifferent and empty.

But his eyes immediately turned back, as if it was just a casual glance.

A searing pain flared up on his forehead, where the scar on Harry Potter's head was - Snape held back.But his heart sank, and his conjecture was completely verified.

He... turned into a new Harry Potter!

For the next four days, Snape struggled with this fact.

When he looked in the mirror at the boy with disheveled hair and glasses, who looked exactly like Old Potter, he always showed a disgusted expression as if he had swallowed a fly.

The most frightening thing is that he has to pretend to be an 11-year-old kid all the time. To hide his emotions, he can no longer rely on Occlumency but his own acting skills.

— especially in front of Dumbledore's deep blue eyes that seemed to see right into his heart.

But today, the class he was about to attend was the class he taught - Potions class.

This undoubtedly took Snape's breath away.After all, he is the one who knows him best, and potions are his forte.

——In order to distinguish the two him, let's call him "Harry Potter" first.And the one who taught the class was still called Professor Snape.

"Oh, yes." During the roll call, Snape suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "Harry Potter, this is our newcomer—a famous character."

"Harry" scowled.

Yes, he could think of it.How much I hate Potter.

He raised his head, looked at himself in front of the teaching desk without any scruples, and did not speak.

Snape stared at Harry, and after a few seconds, he looked away contemptuously and continued to roll the roll.

Ron looked at him from the side, looking a little puzzled.

"...I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I often encounter."

Snape finished his opening remarks softly.Hermione leaned forward, leaning against the edge of her chair, as if desperate to prove she wasn't a fool.

After a brief silence, Snape said suddenly, "Potter. What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to an infusion of wormwood?"

Sure enough.

"Harry" stood up slowly - Ron thought he couldn't answer, he froze for a moment and then cast an anxious look.Hermione raised her arms abruptly.

"Take the water of life and death, it is a powerful sleeping pill." He replied calmly.

Many nights, he had to rely on the water of life and death to fall asleep.Whether it is youth, or the short ten years of peace.Therefore, he couldn't be more familiar with this potion.

"If I asked you to find a bezoar, where would you look for it?"

"In the stomach of the goat, it has a strong detoxifying effect."

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf poison aconite?"

"There is no difference, they are the same plant."

There was silence in the basement classroom.Ron was taken aback, looked at him excitedly, and said silently with his mouth: "Good job!"

Hermione lowered her arms too.

Snape stared at him inquiringly, as if he didn't expect him to answer, and seemed to take it for granted.

Harry didn't look away this time.Looking at his expression on the stage, he knew very well that he must have thought of Lily again—the witch who was excellent in potions class back then.

After a long time, Snape said, "Have you heard that, why don't you write it all down?"

Immediately, there was a sound of rustling quills and parchment in the classroom.

The author has something to say: This is a double-S article, that is, the professor's article 23333. Of course, the professor dressed as Harry wants to treat himself well.

==If you can have a second life and start over, who would not want to improve the environment and be good to yourself?