When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

The two chatted for a while, and Harry finally felt a little better.

The person who called himself "Tom Riddle" in the diary really knew nothing about the current situation.

Today's era, now wizarding world, now Hogwarts.Riddle has been beating around the bush to inquire about these situations.

Because he claimed to have been a student of Slytherin and had excellent grades-this is so that Harry can ask him when he encounters homework that he doesn't know.

Harry had already admitted that he was a student, a Gryffindor second year, in handwriting that was almost unrecognizable.But Riddle was still kind to him.

Looking at Harry from the perspective of an adult, that attitude was too kind.

But Harry still didn't know what this Tom Riddle wanted to do, so he pretended to be a kid who didn't have much scheming, and "took out" a lot of words.

After two weeks of such peaceful exchanges, it seemed that Tom Riddle finally felt that the time had come for him not to waste all his time in circles with this stupid boy.

"Abby, I know there will always be some famous people in the school, and you probably have some in Gryffindor College, right?"

Riddle asked casually.

"There must be. For example, Percy is always the first in grades. He is still a prefect. The professors like to praise him the most. I'm so envious! Unlike me... no matter how hard I study, my grades can't improve..."

Harry scratched Hedwig's chin casually while writing this.

"Don't be discouraged, I'll help you after school starts." Riddle quickly comforted Harry, then briefly mentioned it, and asked as if he didn't care, "Then... what about Slytherin? Is there such a person? "

Harry raised his eyebrows, his expression became more serious, and he hurriedly wrote:

"Yes. Draco Malfoy. Slytherin's people belong to him. Who made his father Lucius Malfoy?"

"Malfoy . . . the Malfoy family has always been prestigious. After all, they're close to . . . , aren't they?" Riddle wrote.

There was a flash of surprise in Harry's eyes, his lips pursed maliciously, and he deliberately misinterpreted Riddle's meaning: "Are you talking about Professor Snape? He is a friend of little Malfoy's father, and I heard that they did go straight Very close."

"S-Professor Snape?"

Riddle should have been stunned, and paused for a few seconds before organizing his words and writing, "I should know all about the professors in Hogwarts, this Professor Snape... Ah, yes, I remember it seems to be... "

"He teaches Potions, Tom. Have you forgotten? He's the head of your Slytherins!" Harry wrote in disbelief.

"Oh, of course." Riddle's handwriting quickly surfaced on the blank diary, "I mean—you sure don't know about Professor Snape's student days?"

—Wrong, Mr. Diary.

The person in the world who knows Professor Snape best is probably sitting in front of you.

"Of course I don't know, but it doesn't help." Harry played dumb.

Riddle still didn't give up, and explained gently and patiently: "If you think about it, being able to become the head of Slytherin proves that he might also be a famous figure when he was a student. His experience must be very interesting——"

"Huh, really? Could it be that Professor Snape liked to carry a cauldron every day when he was a student?" Harry played stupid again and interrupted Riddle.

"No, I mean——Professor Snape's experience must be very interesting, for example, he joined——some secret organization." Riddle's tone became a little impatient, and pointedly pointed out.

He probably thought Harry was a completely clueless idiot.

Harry narrowed his eyes, not daring to go too far: "Ah, you mean... a Death Eater? Maybe Professor Snape is a Death Eater?"

"I'm just guessing, after all, he's the dean of Slytherin." Riddle cunningly lured Harry to say more about the situation, "Actually, I don't really understand how other colleges view Death Eaters, what do you think? Abby?"

Harry stopped writing and thought for a moment.

He himself has taught at Hogwarts for at least ten years, but this "Tom Riddle" has never heard of him... It seems that he is quite old.

Riddle didn't seem to feel that this time period was too sensitive for a non-Slytherin to discuss Death Eaters, and he was still beating around the bush to inquire about the Dark Lord.So is he really a person from decades ago?Don't know what happened in recent years?Why did he keep asking about the Dark Lord?

Harry decided to probe further:

"Tom... I'm sorry to say this, but I think the Death Eaters are cruel and terrible. After all, they are the minions of the demon who can't even mention the name."

"..." Riddle didn't seem to know how to continue this topic for a long time.

"And I don't think Professor Snape is quite like a Death Eater, because since the death of the demon whose name cannot be mentioned, all the Death Eaters have been captured and taken to Azkaban. They should be dead, crazy Crazy."

"..."

"Speaking of it, I still can't believe it, that terrible demon was killed by a baby who just turned one year old, but this is the truth. Tom, why don't you speak?"

"Oh... I'm just a little bit sorry. You know, boys my age always think it'd be cool to join the Death Eaters, or some black sect. Speaking of which, the baby seems to be called— "Riddle's handwriting seems to have used a lot of force, piercing through the back of the paper.

In these two-plus weeks of exchanges, Riddle seemed to confirm that Harry was a very stupid little Gryffindor boy.Look at this passage now, it doesn't even bother to use routines, and it's full of disgust. Does he think Harry is so stupid that he can't see it?

Anyway, Harry was pretty sure by now that Tom Riddle had been there decades ago, and most likely a Death Eater.

——Although Harry doesn't want to admit it, there are not many people in the entire wizarding world who don't know Harry Potter's name, even children know that "Harry Potter defeated the mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned" This kind of common sense.

But here comes the problem, there seems to be no one with this name in the top ranks of the Death Eaters, and there seems to be no one of the corresponding age and temperament, right?Are ordinary Death Eaters so loyal?

The next thing is to find out if this diary has other functions. If Tom Riddle is just an ordinary soul imprisoned in it, then Harry doesn't want to be patient with him any more. " game up.

"His name is Harry Potter." Harry continued to write in his diary. "He's my age and in Gryffindor. I actually kind of hate him."

"Tom...can you teach him a lesson for me? You said you could help me with my troubles."

The gorgeous font immediately appeared: "Of course, Abby. I can teach you some methods and teach him a good lesson."

"But... Tom, I don't dare." Harry suppressed a smile and continued writing in a timid tone, "You also know that he is—the savior, and everyone revolves around him. If I go against him and get caught Otherwise, everyone will choose to defend him, and then bully me severely. Tom, do you have any other options?"

"Of course, it's just——Abby, there may be some small problems with this method. But as long as you are willing, it's not a problem." Riddle's handwriting appeared not too fast or too slowly, and he returned to his original elegant demeanor.

"Of course I would! Because I hate him! What are you going to do, Tom?"

"Actually I have a pet at Hogwarts... a very docile snake, it's cute, but it's locked up." Riddle began to choose his words, "If you take me to Hogwarts, I can make it recognize you as master, and sneak a bite at Potter. No one will find out that you did it, and you don't need to do it."

Yes, the docile and lovely big snake, its teeth are still on the table.

It turns out that Tom Riddle released the basilisk in Harry Potter's second grade.Thinking back, it was indeed Ginny Weasley who was brought into the Chamber of Secrets by the Basilisk, so it all ties together.

I just don't know if Tom Riddle has any other backers.

Harry raised his eyebrows maliciously, pretending to be very excited and wrote: "How can I do it with just one bite?! It should be a lot of bites! Otherwise, it's too cheap for Potter! Why does he like Professor Snape too! Obviously arrogant and arrogant, I really suspect that he is a close relative of the troll!"

"...Wait? Also?" Riddle's handwriting was a little stiff, "You like Professor Snape? Abby, I remember you are a boy?"

"Harry Potter is also a boy! But why can he confess in public unscrupulously, but I can only pretend that I don't know Professor Snape at all? I don't care if Professor Snape carried a cauldron when he was a student? Is it Death Eater? A gangster? No! Of course I am very concerned! But I dare not tell anyone, even to you, the soul in the diary, I have to hide it! This is so unfair!"

"Tom! Teach me to chase Professor Snape! Can you help me!" Harry could almost feel through the diary how much Tom Riddle hated him now.

He wrote and suppressed a smile.

"Wait, calm down, Abby. Of course I will help you... chase Professor Snape." Riddle's handwriting was a little faint, "It's just that I need to think about it carefully before replying to you."

"Fortunately, Professor Snape is very dissatisfied with Potter. Although he can't remember my name, at least he doesn't hate me. Tom, do you think Professor Snape will like me? Even if I'm a boy?" After Harry rambled on for a long time, he couldn't help shaking his sore wrists.

"Oh, he definitely will. But, Abby, are you still going to take me to Hogwarts...to let the snake take revenge on Harry Potter?" Tom Riddle tried to bring the topic back, very weakly ask.