When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

"Of course it will." Harry said kindly, "Leave that aside...Tom, let me tell you, Professor Snape..."

"Yes, yes, I know you like him very much, I will help you find a way." Riddle said perfunctorily, "But it will take time, you have to be patient, Abby—be patient!"

"Okay then, I'll wait for your news." Harry reluctantly wanted to say something else.

"Let's talk again." Riddle quickly seized the opportunity and said flatly.

"But I haven't finished. . . Well, we'll talk about it later, Tom."

Harry closed the diary contentedly.

—I'm afraid Tom Riddle is relieved now that he's finally free from annoying, crushing, stupid boy Abby.

Harry was sure Tom Riddle didn't know anything beyond the diary, otherwise he would have known that the boy he was talking to wasn't Abby Prince, but Harry Potter.

"I like Professor Snape" was a good excuse, and Harry figured Riddle wouldn't want to come out and talk to him for a while.I can't deal with the diary during the summer vacation. When Harry returns to Hogwarts, we'll see what Riddle wants.

If Riddle didn't have a counter move, he would use the diary again, and maybe he could win Lucius over.At least those things that happened in the first place, Harry didn't want to happen again.

Two weeks later, the first day of school, September [-]st, is coming.

Dobby never came again during this period, probably controlled by Lucius.

The strange thing is that during the whole summer vacation, Ron and Hermione didn't get a single letter.Although Harry felt that such a thing was unnecessary, there was something unusual about it.

On September [-]st, Uncle Vernon blushed and drove Harry to King's Cross without saying a word.

People were coming and going on the platform, and Harry could already see some children pushing trolleys with suitcases and owl cages on them.

The children slammed into the wall one by one while no one was looking, but when it was Harry's turn...

"boom!"

Harry fell back to the ground in embarrassment, the suitcase fell beside him, and Hedwig flew up in fright.

"Damn." He cursed angrily.

When Harry sensed something was wrong, he had already bumped into it. Although he pulled back in time, he was still so bumped that he couldn't breathe.

This body is still too thin.But who would have thought that the passage to the school would suddenly be blocked?

"Son, are you okay?" A woman next to him asked concerned.

Harry had already attracted the attention of many people on the platform, and the other children did not dare to push the stroller over for the time being.

"It's okay." He said with a frown, picked up the suitcase in annoyance, and stood by the side pretending to wait for the train.Hedwig flapped her wings and circled a few times before landing on his shoulder again.

To Harry's surprise - after a while the Muggles looked away and the other children were able to pass the wall again.

But when he stepped forward and tried again, the wall became extremely solid again, just like a real wall.

"..." Harry was sure that someone was targeting him now.

Fortunately, he came early, there is still a long time before the express train starts, and he can still make up for it.

Harry immediately tore off a piece of parchment from the suitcase, unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped the quill briefly, and started writing on it.

"Give this note to Professor Dumbledore." Harry told Hedwig, "If you can't find him, give it to Professor McGonagall, or any professor. You don't need to write me back. I will wait here."

Hedwig let out a low cry, flapped her wings suddenly, and disappeared into the sky.

……

Harry waited for a while, he had already recognized several familiar faces from the crowd boredly, but Hermione and Ron's family hadn't come yet.

Then there was a bang in front of him.

The familiar man appeared in front of Harry with a smug smile, and then grabbed his hand excitedly:

"Harry - Harry Potter! Oh, I knew it was you."

Damn it!It was Gilderoy Lockhart who came!

Harry's face darkened immediately.

Although he just said that any professor can come, but that definitely does not include Lockhart!

"You want to show off, don't you? Say you're stuck at the station and can't get in... huh?" Lockhart held Harry enthusiastically and kept patting him on the back, "It's okay, it's okay. Want to I understand the feeling of being noticed."

"Professor Lockhart, can you let me go first." Harry gritted the words through his teeth with difficulty.

"Look at you, still shy? You can't do that." Lockhart laughed, "As soon as Professor Dumbledore received the note, I mainly proposed to come and pick you up."

"Thank you so much, Professor." Harry said with a half-smile, his wrist still struggling to get out of Lockhart's grip. "Shall we - go back to school?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's take a photo together." Lockhart overwhelmed Harry's weak struggle, took out a camera out of nowhere, showed a smile with eight teeth, and turned his back to the two of them." "Crack" sound.

With a black face impatiently, Harry gritted his teeth angrily and asked, "Is that all right, Lockhart—Professor?"

He promised that when he returned to Hogwarts, he would "reward" the enthusiastic Lockhart.

"Okay - what a shy little guy." Lockhart said reluctantly after changing positions and taking a few more shots.

He took Harry to apparate directly to a home lounge with gorgeous decoration and blinding eyes everywhere.

"My fireplace leads directly to my office at Hogwarts. Let's go," Lockhart explained, grabbing a handful of Floo powder.

Harry couldn't bear it anymore, he stepped into the emerald green fire first, and couldn't wait to shout: "Hogwarts!"

Then he stepped on the ground in a familiar dizziness.

"Harry, would you like something to eat, a sandwich? Butter bread? The express train will arrive at the school at night, and there should be no cooking in the auditorium at noon." Lockhart invited again eagerly.

"No, no need." Although Harry was a little hungry, he didn't want to spend another second with Lockhart at all.

"I'm not hungry yet, so goodbye, professor." Harry lied without changing his expression.

As long as Harry didn't see this brainless Lockhart showing off his eight teeth, he'd rather be hungry.

Harry, who couldn't wait to stride out of the office, hastily walked along the stairs to the first floor, still struggling to carry his suitcase, as if a troll was chasing him behind.

——But it seems that it is difficult to be hungry all the time.After all, Hogwarts has a kitchen.

Harry raised his eyebrows, thinking slyly.

When passing by the lobby on the first floor, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings.Harry turned his head and saw a white figure flying towards him.

Hedwig fell on Harry's arm affectionately, cooing and shaking her paw.

The note tied to its paw was gone.

"You still want to claim credit?" Harry laughed angrily, and pressed Hedwig's forehead with a finger in retaliation, "Why is the person here Professor Lockhart?"

"Isn't that what you wanted, Potter?" Snape's smirking voice suddenly sounded.

Harry turned his head and saw the direction Hedwig was flying from. Professor Snape and Professor Sprout were coming out of the hall.

Snape stared at him sarcastically from a distance, twisted the corners of his lips unhappily, and said mockingly: "All the students take the bus as usual, only the honorable Mr. Potter needs a little unusual way of travel, doesn't he?" ?”

"Having a professor pick it up in person is really a big show." Snape sneered, "Why do you become a wall as soon as you arrive at the entrance? Can the delicate Mr. Potter explain?"

"..." Harry stared at himself unhappily, and said dryly, "Someone is deliberately targeting me."

Originally, he was entangled by Lockhart for a while, and he was in a bad mood, and he started to sneer without asking what happened as soon as he came up.This made Harry very unhappy.

"Of course, of course. After all, standing in front of me is the famous Mr. Potter." Snape said slowly, with a slippery tone that made Harry's teeth itch.

The Potions Professor's black pupils glanced at Harry for a moment, then straightened his face again, and strode away, shaking his robe.

Harry stood there in a daze, and sneered unhappily: "You're so angry!"

Professor Sprout was still standing in front of Harry and did not leave.

She looked at Harry gently, hesitated for a moment, and her expression became thoughtful: "Harry, maybe you should apologize."

Harry didn't speak, just frowned in disbelief and looked at her suspiciously.

Professor Sprout was wearing a bracelet with grass leaves. She touched her wrist and said with some hesitation and helplessness:

"Actually just now... when your owl flew into the hall, the professors were listening to Albus. Your owl flew directly at Albus."

...so you are angry?It's so inexplicable.

Harry was a little dazed.

Professor Sprout continued politely, "The problem is, Severus thought the note was for him."

"...Oh no." Harry was silent for a while.

He could almost imagine the scene.

A bunch of professors were having a meeting in the lobby, and Hedwig flew in.Snape stood up to take the note, and Hedwig dutifully flew right past Snape and handed the note to Albus.

Harry lowered his head in dismay.

His first instinct was indeed to write a note to Snape, asking Snape to come and take him to school.

But didn't he think that Snape was going to break it off completely, and it's better to clear up the relationship between the two, so he deliberately didn't write a note to Snape...

With his 39 years of narrow-mindedness and vengeance, Harry assures that when encountering such embarrassing things, he will definitely take revenge on the person who embarrasses him.

This time... I'm afraid I'm going to die miserably.