When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Snape strode forward, his black robe billowing.

When he thought of Dumbledore's heavy words just now, he wanted to curl his lips and show a sarcastic smile.

Make him pay more attention?

Do you expect him to comfort Harry, the shy little baby Potter, with sweet words like Mommy?

Turning a corner, Snape stopped abruptly, looking down at the window in front of him.

——The sun shone on the round window, making a hazy halo on the glass cage, but the open space outside could still be vaguely seen.

In the distance, in front of Hagrid's cabin.The little baby whom he had just talked about was striding towards the castle.

He was alone, his expression was so bad that he even ignored the people who greeted him on the road.

——How touching.Just finished listening to Hagrid talk about his parents' great feats.

Snape was snorting when he saw the black-haired boy suddenly raised his head and looked at the window.

Startled, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

But Snape immediately thought again - even the best-sighted people couldn't see him in the small window on the castle from such a distance.

Besides, why did he hide?

Snape snorted, turned and left.

—I don’t know who I’m laughing at.

Harry was in a very bad mood.

Not only because he had just been filled with the story of "his father", but also because he found the clipped newspaper that was deliberately placed in front of his eyes——

Reports of the Gringotts robbery.

This is the beginning of Dumbledore training Potter.

Without Dumbledore's painstaking guidance, Harry knew very well in his heart: This is the whole story of the Philosopher's Stone incident.After all, he was the one who kept a close eye on little Potter and protected him.

Harry hated that kind of reckless, stupid and dangerous action.Jumping up and down, stealing the show, but that's what Gryffindor Lions like.

He didn't have a choice in the whole process - he had to participate.

Harry couldn't help thinking far away, thinking about what Albus told him to do in the future...

Give Potter the Sword of Gryffindor when he is in danger.And - to give him the memory before the final duel with the Dark Lord.So that the boy would know—he had to die.

...Look at Dumbledore's training methods.

In the first grade, Potter and Quirrell's version of the Dark Lord came to a face-to-face fight.In the second grade, Potter found the Chamber of Secrets, killed the basilisk and rescued Weasley.The third grade had a fight with his dog godfather and more than 100 dementors, tsk——

The fourth year participated in the Goblet of Fire when he wasn't supposed to go, and fled in embarrassment in front of a group of Death Eaters and a resurrected Dark Lord.In fifth grade, Potter began to compete with the Dark Lord for control of his mind.In the sixth grade, Potter received Albus's guidance alone, and was mysterious - the ring that Albus found that year required a lot of attention.

In seventh grade, he fought to the death with the Dark Lord.

What Harry Potter has experienced every year since he was 11 years old is something that most people who are more than three times his age cannot do...

"Harry" didn't know the final outcome - because he came back after being bitten to death by Nagini.

He had thought that the boy would be fine with the last thing.But he's been ruminating all week: Now that he's back, something must have gone wrong.

—Harry Potter didn't kill the Dark Lord?

That's why he inexplicably returned to the beginning and became that little Potter boy.

This time, does he need to do it again instead of Harry Potter?

Harry reluctantly accepted this "mission" that he thought of.

……

— But that doesn't mean he wants to show off like old Potter!Still on his most hated broom!

In the flying lesson that arrived soon, Malfoy was holding Neville's memory ball in one hand, and he was full of provocations.

Harry watched this scene, thinking angrily.

If he responded, it would be a match with Malfoy on the broomstick.Harry was well aware of the level of himself and Malfoy.

But if he didn't agree, would Dumbledore think he was too timid if he found out, and would make more trials instead?

He kept ignoring Malfoy, so Malfoy took the initiative to trouble him because he didn't like Potter?

Thinking of this, he felt a little more disgusted with his identity, but he still held on to the broom tightly.

"Then try it." He said coldly.

Draco Malfoy looked at Harry Potter opposite him with some surprise:

The thin little boy has put away his usual shy look of always bowing his head, and now he is looking straight at himself, his eyes behind the glasses are very cold.

Malfoy subconsciously wanted to shudder - that look was like that of Professor Snape...

He pretended to smile nonchalantly, stepped on the broom, kicked off the ground, raised the memory ball and said loudly: "Then see if you can snatch it back!"

"Harry don't go!" Hermione said quickly, her face full of worry, "Mrs. Hooch is not allowed to fly into the sky while she is away!"

Unmoved, Harry stepped onto the broom and kicked off the ground as well——

It's not that Harry doesn't know how to use a broom, it's just that he doesn't use it very well and doesn't like the barbaric activity.

But now—when he was soaring into the sky, he actually had a premonition—he could fly very well.

The sense of balance is no longer bad, and the broomstick has never been as good as it is now.The breeze whispered, and a strange feeling filled my heart.

A look of emotion flashed across Harry's face.But he gathered his mind almost immediately, and flew after Malfoy.

Malfoy turned his head and was startled by Harry who was chasing after him. He threw the memory ball into the sky:

"See if you can catch it, Potter!"

Harry's pupils shrank, and his expression became serious involuntarily. He subconsciously leaned forward, and the broom picked up speed. When the memory ball drew an arc and began to fall, he bent down, ready to catch it. ——

He suddenly saw Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor in the distance.

Professor McGonagall himself was sitting at the table, looking at him with horror on his face.

The author has something to say: Harry: Oops, accidentally got in the limelight!

Professor McGonagall: How about joining the Gryffindor team, Harry?

Harry: ... not so much.real.