When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Harry shrugged, and stepped aside leisurely, revealing the small window behind—

In the night, outside the flower garden, where the Privet Drive signpost should have been, was suddenly blocked by a black shadow.

The next moment, a slight explosion sounded in the room, and the black figure disappeared from the outside, and then appeared behind Harry with the cold night wind wrapped around him.

"Potter! I seem to have warned you that if you boil potions with magic power beyond the first grade, I'll turn you into a kitty!" Snape glared at Harry sullenly and angrily.

The Potions Professor looked very angry and frightening at the moment, and the chill all over his body made Harry shiver, and he roared: "You damnedly ruined my pot of precious potions!"

With his back turned to Snape without panic, Harry gave Dobby a teasing smirk before turning his head slowly.

The expression on his face was terrified and forbearing, and after a flash, he converged into a deadpan expression.

Harry lowered his eyes and calmly apologized as if nothing had happened: "I'm sorry, Professor Snape."

As he expected, Snape's eyes only paused hesitantly on his face, and then turned to Dobby, his face turned dark.

"Dobby!" Snape demanded darkly and meanly, "what are you doing here?"

"Honorable...Honorable Mr. Snape..." Dobby looked terrified, shaking his whole body, "Dobby just, Dobby..."

"Did Lucius ask you to come?" Snape's expression became more gloomy, and his question was sarcastically, "Could it be to get an autograph? The famous Mr. Potter really has many admirers. Why don't you How about a group photo?"

His gaze swept over the broken glass bottles in the closet, the messy luggage on the ground, and the boy Potter with a bad face next to him, and finally fixed on the panicked elf.

"Dobby," Harry added softly at the right time, "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to hurt me."

—Snape raised an eyebrow.

Harry continued as if he didn't see it: "With the current level of medical treatment, ordinary injuries can be recovered in a short time, serious injuries-you may never see Harry Potter again. Maybe there will be What crazy Potter, delirious Potter stay in the world, do you think it is any different from putting me in danger at Hogwarts?"

"Really, Lucius would actually give such an order?" Snape said coldly, "It seems that I have to give him a facelift."

The poor little elf trembled even more, and could not make a sound with his lips moving.It looked at Snape tremblingly, and after another trembling, it suddenly disappeared in place without making a sound.

Harry blinked, as if regretting that the problem had been solved so easily.

Snape didn't speak to Harry either. With his lips pursed and his face sullen, he began to wave his wand, drawing complex traces in the air to cast the spell.

Those were some St. Mungo's Hospital testing spells, much more careful than the simple testing spells wizards used to use.

Harry twitched his eyebrows slightly, without showing any expression, and waited leisurely for himself to finish the test.

After a long time, the black figure put down his wand, stared at Harry condescendingly and said nothing.

"Polyjuice Potion," said Harry with a touch of flattery.

He knew in his heart that his anger was all on Dobby - and maybe "Stupid Lucius" too, so he knew exactly what to say.

"Dobby suddenly said that Hogwarts would be in danger, so he wanted to stop me—he wanted to hurt me, but I couldn't use the spell." Harry pointed to the wardrobe, "—just now That's all that's left. Professor Snape, you came just in time."

A look of embarrassment crept across Snape's thin cheeks.

The emotion was fleeting, and he returned to a expressionless and gloomy look, gently raised his wand, and raised an eyebrow at the same time:

"Malnutrition? Dysfunction? And your current appearance... Tsk. Did you spend this summer vacation in a slum?"

Harry was still pale and haggard with black eyes. His hair was messed up and he hadn't had time to clean up when he met Dobby.

Snape's expression became disgusted, and he continued:

"Mr. Potter, you are really just like your father, you have made a big splash."

There was undisguised disgust in those black eyes as they surveyed Harry's head critically.

Harry's shoulders trembled, and he clenched his fists patiently.

He avoided Snape's sight, and his voice became cold and hard: "Has Professor Snape nothing else to say? If not, please go back, and don't have to face my disgusting face."

Harry's words were very heartfelt.

Merlin's pants!If he hadn't reminded himself, he would have completely forgotten that his hair hadn't been washed for a long time.

Harry couldn't imagine how much he looked like old Potter with his messy hair now, and he was about to throw up just thinking about it - he usually tried his best to comb it.God knows how much he hates looking in mirrors.

Harry just wished he could get back there so he could deal with the damn hair.

Snape sneered mockingly, his expression slowly subsided, and a trace of apology quickly slipped through his eyes.

He already realized what he had just said.

——Until now, Snape's dislike for the old Potter still hasn't diminished a bit.But his feelings for little Potter were complicated.

At least Snape felt that he shouldn't blame the old Potter on the younger Potter.

It's really unreasonable partiality.

But why?

Obviously little Potter also has that face, and that familiar damn hairstyle, also reckless and arrogant...

The more Snape looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he didn't dare to think any further.

He flicked his wand hastily, cast a circle of warning spells around the room, and said with a professorial grim face: "I'll know if Dobby comes again. And you, Mr. Potter, if you offend again--then two barrels The slug really wants to keep you company."

Before Harry could nod his head, Snape raised his wand and said, "Here comes the Polyjuice Potion!"

Harry's face suddenly became very ugly.

Glass bottles in the suitcase rose one by one and flew towards Snape.After the latter took away the potion bottle, he just smirked meanly at him: "Confiscate them all."

Harry clenched his fists and endured the situation clearly, without saying a word.

Polyjuice Potion was the only potion in his suitcase outside of the first year range, to make it easier for him to get in and out of Knockturn Alley.It took him a long time to gather the materials for all the compound potions present. After all, he was very tight right now and he didn't want to touch the Porter family's treasury.

Snape glanced at him, but didn't show any reaction to Harry's bad face, and left without a bang.

Only then did Harry relax his shoulders, and sat down on the edge of the bed with a sullen face.

This series of events today is really terrible, but compared with the previous life, it can be tolerated.

Don't worry about Dobby anymore - if the danger it refers to is the basilisk, I will definitely talk to Lucius.The trouble is that all the compound potions have been searched away. If you want to make or buy again, you need to make those cheap potions for a long time, and you have to sell them in Diagon Alley. I don’t know if you can get them before school starts. over.

After all, Harry hasn't bought anything for the second grade yet, so it would be bad if he didn't even have enough money to buy second-hand books.

The fact that he could only make first-year potions was really too restrictive for him-although Harry also knew that it was Snape's doing it for his own good.

Harry sighed, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyelids tiredly.

Two explosions that were almost connected together suddenly sounded in the room.

"...!"

Harry quickly sat up again, staring warily into the room.

It was quiet.

There was no one else in the small bedroom, as if the noise just now was just Harry's auditory hallucination.

Harry glanced around and locked his gaze on the wardrobe suspiciously.

Sure enough, there seemed to be something in the empty closet.

"Did I lose my mind, why did it happen again?" Harry jumped out of bed angrily, strode over and pushed open the cupboard door.

——On the bottom of the somewhat wet wardrobe, there was still a package lying quietly.

Harry picked up the package unhappily, and saw that there was a line of writing on it.

It was the dark green ink he used most often, with a faint fragrance of potion, and "1992.7.31." was scrawled on the package.

Harry was a little confused.

What do you do to write today's date yourself?

Harry thought for a long time, puzzled, and opened the package directly.

"This is—" He couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The lost and found bag of basilisk materials! !

Almost instantly Harry thought of several ways to turn these ingredients into potions or Galleons.

But this is too weird, why did I return this all of a sudden?Harry was well aware of the attraction of rare potion ingredients to Severus Snape - no matter which Snape it was, he would never spit it out.

He carefully placed the materials on the table, and then took the undamaged piece of package and looked at the writing on it.

Harry was startled suddenly, feeling a little dazed in his head.

Wait, isn't July 7st the little Potter's birthday!

... No, no, no, how could I go so far as to give Potter a birthday present.

"Could it be that I killed the basilisk after all and didn't want to have anything to do with me, so giving me back my share meant a clean break?" Harry guessed wildly.