When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

When Harry entered that room, there was only one person standing in it.

"Professor Quirrell." Harry called him solemnly.

Quirrell looked at him with a half-smile, without any cowardly expression on his face, and he stopped stammering: "Potter, are you surprised?"

"You're surprised - why am I here and not the Snape you ran into?"

Quirrell asked slowly. He seemed eager to show off his plan to someone.

Snape, who followed in, just heard these words, and his heart sank.

Indeed, this week Dumbledore asked him to watch Potter more when he went to the fourth floor, so that Quirrell would not be violent, or there would be some accidents.

So he also made a special appearance to warn Quirrell, but he didn't want to be caught by Harry once.

Little Potter must have thought he was trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone before, right?Now that I think about it, Little Potter didn't refute or resist his finding faults. The meaning in his calm eyes probably meant...indifference and suspicion, right?

Harry thought to himself: Do I need you here to drive a wedge between me and myself?

Professor Snape was listening silently in this room!

"No." So he retorted firmly and forcefully, "I never doubted Professor Snape, I know it's your fault!"

Qi Luo was stunned: "How is that possible! You obviously ran into him in the corridor on the fourth floor, and I concealed it so well... A vicious face always finds you, and a cowardly and honest one, everyone will suspect the former!"

He looked at Harry with distrust, obviously not convinced and unwilling to see through his disguise.

Harry took a step forward, a sneer could not help but said without fear: "I believe that even if Professor Snape appeared on the fourth floor, it was to protect the safety of the Philosopher's Stone. So what if he always picks on me? He So what if he's gloomy and doesn't look like a good person?"

As soon as Harry thought of himself listening silently, he said loudly, "I just believe him!"

—He has mixed feelings when he says this.

In the previous life, no one was willing to approach him, no one could understand him, and no one looked at him with normal eyes.

He was misunderstood by Porter many times, and he never bothered to explain.He is also used to being misunderstood, but this does not mean that his heart is also cold.

Occasionally—only occasionally, he would imagine that there was someone who would believe in him no matter what.But as he experienced more and more things, he no longer fantasized about it.

So in this current life, he has learned to change and become more and more honest.So even if he is himself... Can he be that person?

So Harry repeated it sincerely: "I just believe in Professor Snape."

Even if they usually hate each other (really?), even if he is deliberately angry with himself every day, it is nothing more than a slapstick.When something really happened, he would of course face himself without hesitation.Well, let him be that guy.

"..." Snape had mixed feelings.

He could see that there was no hesitation in little Potter's eyes - only firmness and trust in him in those green eyes.

For a moment, that strange emotion rose again in his heart, the warmth was rising, it was a very strange feeling.

Not a bad feeling, Snape thought.

"I remembered!" Quirrell was still stunned and upset, and suddenly shouted, "You like Snape! It's because of this that you foolishly and blindly trusted him, I was negligent..."

Harry froze for a moment, and was about to deny it, when he suddenly thought of those words that he usually disgusted with Snape, if he denied it in front of his face now, wouldn't it be revealing?

His eyes flickered, it was acquiesced.

"Come here... let the boy come here..." A terrible and familiar voice suddenly sounded, Voldemort was impatient.

Harry froze suddenly.

He could hear the voice of his old boss, Black... Voldemort, and that voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Yes, Master." Quirrell stopped talking immediately, and he looked at Harry, as if he wanted to take action.

Harry seemed to be frightened, and obediently walked over by himself, standing tensely in front of Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised.

"Look in the mirror, Potter," Quirrell said, "and tell me what you see."

Harry didn't dare look in the mirror - he really didn't think much of the Philosopher's Stone right now.Compared with longevity, he wished to die immediately.So it was better for the Philosopher's Stone to stay in the Mirror of Erised, and if he took it out...Harry didn't know how he was going to stand up against a grown wizard and Voldemort with the skills of a first-year student.

"Look! Don't try to play any tricks!" Quirrell urged.

Harry could only look over.

Two figures, one large and one small, slowly emerged from the mirror—that was him and Snape.They held hands together and stood very close, with relaxed and intimate expressions on their faces.In the background is the living room of the little house in Spinner's End, and the dust has been removed so that the room does not look gloomy at all.

Judging from the screen, they live in a very relaxed environment, probably after defeating Voldemort?

Harry fancied a moment.If there is a day, he will live a peaceful life with himself, and study potions and black magic together.Hmm...that's not bad.

"What did you see?" Quirrell asked impatiently.

"Uh..." Harry said dryly, "I saw that I was taking potions lessons under Professor Snape's supervision."

—What nonsense!

If it weren't for him, he could also see the screen...

Snape was almost laughing at little Potter's prim, nonsense tone.

Snape's expression on the screen was mild.He ruffled Harry's hair and returned an uncomfortably glare.Snape picked up a bright red stone from the table, raised his eyebrows as if compensating, and stuffed it into Harry's hand.

Harry in reality was immediately horrified to find that there was an extra stone in his hand——

Fuck!Magic stone!Don't you know how to hide it when you stuff it?

When Quirrell saw the Philosopher's Stone suddenly appearing in Harry's hand, his eyes were red: "Give it to me!"

He raised his wand suddenly, as if trying to cast a spell on Harry.

Snape frowned suddenly.

The author has something to say: Yueban: Well done Professor Quirrell!Sent a wave of divine assists!