When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

late at night.

Harry lay awake in bed.

With this package of lost and found materials, there are many choices whether to buy books or use them as materials, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief for a while.

He turned his face sideways, frowned, picked up the piece of rag with the scrawled handwriting on it, and carefully looked at it under the moonlight by the bedside.

In fact, Harry felt that this line of handwriting was also somewhat unusual.

He was familiar with his own handwriting, which was usually long and sharp and serious like himself.

But today's date is written very scribbled, as if it was done on purpose.

Harry made random guesses in his mind.

Could it be that Snape was very reluctant when he delivered the materials?Or he didn't want to let himself guess who the sender was?

...feels a bit self-defeating.

Harry shook his head, not thinking about it any further.Press the rag under the pillow and lie down and fall asleep.

……

Harry was out the door early the next morning.

He originally planned to buy back the new book for the second grade early, as a matter of settlement, but he didn't expect... It seems that he chose the wrong time?

"Yes! You heard me right, you are about to get the real me at Hogwarts!" A triumphant male voice sounded very close, "Here, I will give you another autographed photo!"

A flirtatious man stood at the door of Lihen Bookstore, talking loudly, with stacks of new books on his right hand.

The man's blond curly hair was thickly sprayed with gel, and he smiled with shining white teeth.With a wave of his hand, many witches in Diagon Alley screamed and screamed, and the books were directly pushed down, and the scene was chaotic.

"Too bad," Harry said disgustedly.

He bent down, and impatiently squeezed through a large crowd of excited people, and finally took the book he wanted to buy out of the crowded Lihen Bookstore.

——Today is actually Gilderoy Lockhart's new book signing event at Lihen Bookstore.

This former colleague was still fresh in Harry's memory, and he really didn't want to have another word with this brainless person.

But Harry didn't expect to leave the scope of Lihen Bookstore, and the streets of Diagon Alley were also in chaos.

A huge figure burst through the crowd outside, shouting, "Stop! Arthur—your son is watching!"

"Who - who hit me? Stop! Everyone stop! No fighting!" The familiar voice continued to shout.

The people around screamed and watched as Hagrid stretched out his arms and separated the two adult wizards who were fighting from left to right.

Arthur Weasley stood beside his son panting, his expression still indignant.

On the other side, Lucius Malfoy was also staring at him, his long blond hair was in a mess, and one eye socket was blackened, completely devoid of his usual elegance.

"Just worry about it, Weasley. I don't think there's even half a Galleon left in your treasury? Are you going to let your sons copy books by hand, poor man?" He was blunt. loud sarcasm.

"Look! Which black corn is talking, I'm ashamed to say someone else!" Arthur Weasley pushed back unwillingly.

The two of them were still staring at each other like a rooster with red eyes.

"cough--"

Harry gave a fake cough and could barely hold back the laughter in his throat.

To see Lucius's disregard for demeanor, it was worth coming today.

It's a pity that I can't use this to laugh at him in the future.

"Take care of yourself first!" Malfoy slapped Arthur on the shoulder angrily, strode past him, and turned his head coldly to say hello:

"Draco, go."

Harry turned his head immediately, and saw that Draco, who was usually full of air, was now pale and limply walking out of the crowd, following his father who had lost all his grace.

Harry tried to hold back a smile again.

It seems that Draco was very shocked when he saw the scene just now.

"Molly, Ginny, let's go!" Arthur straightened his collar and walked to the other side with a straight face.

Harry's eyes were fixed, and he rushed over with the book in his arms, directly knocking down the youngest red-haired girl.

"Oh! Sorry!" He hurriedly said with a look of panic, and went to pick up the books on the ground.

"Isn't this Harry?" Molly exclaimed in surprise.

Ginny froze for a moment, looked up at Harry, her cheeks flushed immediately, she bit her lip in embarrassment and said nothing.

"Are you..." Harry pretended to be confused.

"Have you forgotten? I'm Ron's mother, and he always mentions you at home." Molly said lovingly, "Ron is still queuing inside, and I'll be here in a while."

Harry picked up all the books that had fallen on the floor and returned them to Ginny, before politely refusing, "Sorry... I have something to do later... Let's chat with Ron about letters when we get back."

His original goal was here with Ginny, and now that his goal was achieved, Harry didn't plan to stay any longer. After declining Molly's warm invitation several times, he finally rushed out of the Leaky Cauldron with the book in his arms.

"...a woman." Harry frowned, gasped for breath, and tugged at his crumpled shirt uncomfortably.

It was horrible.

You must know that he quietly took the things away just now, instead of being pestered for a long time like this.

Harry glanced at the black notebook in his arms without a trace.

——He read right just now, Lucius just threw this thing into Ginny's cauldron.

So what does Lucius want to do with this thing?So much so that he did not hesitate to destroy his image and fought Arthur Weasley with his fists?

After Harry returned to the small bedroom, he first poured some of the newly bought owl food on the table, watched Hedwig fly over to eat, and then he put the black notebook on the table.

Harry can't use magic now, but he can also vaguely feel the fluctuations in the diary.

Like a product of magic, but not like a product of magic.

Harry pursed his lips, and put on the dragonskin gloves carefully - just to be on the safe side, he also took out a snake tooth from the package, and then opened the title page of the diary.

Dragonhide gloves protected against curses and most attacks, and the basilisk's fangs had poisonous fangs that Harry could destroy instantly if things went wrong.

"empty?"

The scene in front of him was somewhat beyond Harry's expectations.

The entire notebook was empty, without any words.Nor were there any curses or any vicious attacks as he had imagined.

Harry thought for a while, then dipped the quill into ink, and tried to write on it:

"Tuesday."

Dark green ink traced the thin, long handwriting on the book, which was so scribbled that Harry could hardly recognize it himself.But soon, all the handwriting disappeared.

A new line of writing appeared on the diary out of thin air:

"Hello?"

It was a new, unfamiliar handwriting.The font is beautiful and gorgeous, which is pleasing to the eye.

Harry's expression froze for a moment, and he quickly looked at the diary again from a distance, before asking a question in it:

"who are you?"

"..."

That line of beautiful handwriting seemed to be hesitating what to say, and after a pause for a few seconds, it wrote, "I am a soul that has been dusty for a long time."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop talking to you. I just—I just wanted a friend."

Harry raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

As if guessing Harry's disbelief, new words appeared in the diary soon.This time the words are a bit messy and hasty, as if the writer was eager to prove himself:

"Really, if you have any troubles, I can help you solve them."

"I just haven't talked to people in a long time and I'm... I'm lonely."

"Tom Riddle, that's my name. What about you?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in thought, his eyes were gloomy, and the quill did not fall down for a long time.

There was no new writing on the diary either, the man was waiting patiently for him.

"..."

It took a long time before Harry made up his mind and wrote in his diary: "Abby."

"My name is Abby Prince."