When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

As soon as the new term begins the next day, the students realize that something is different.

If Harry Potter in the first grade turned on the hell mode, then Harry Potter in the second grade turned on the super miserable hell mode.

Gryffindor Rubies have been black since day one and have never returned to positive numbers.Harry Potter also had to go to the head of Slytherin's office in all afternoons and evenings when he was not in class. It was said that "Professor Snape kindly helped him with potions".

But the scary thing is that both Professor Dumbledore and other professors—such as Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor—all fell into a strange silence.

They weren't like the first graders, who would stop and plead for Harry from time to time.

This time it seemed like he was worried about something.

The students in the four colleges were crazy with curiosity, but they couldn't find out what happened-even Potter's good friends, Ron and Hermione, didn't know about it.

"No, I won't say it." Harry resolutely rejected the curious students who didn't know how many times today, and then squeezed out from the crowd.

Just kidding, his life is already in dire straits, if he dares to tell the embarrassing thing about Snape, he will probably be strangled to death by himself!

Didn't you see the weird atmosphere in Hogwarts this semester?Albus hadn't dared touch him all this time.

Harry groaned.

The real reason is probably that the second year Albus didn't have any plans for Harry Potter, so he just let Snape torment him.

Snape had to let his anger out that day.

Resignedly, Harry swung the bag over his shoulder and headed for the cellar.

There are only two classes this afternoon, and everyone can go back to the activity room to rest after class. He still has to go to the cellar to accept his own exploitation.

"Finish the three barrels of materials today."

After opening the door, Snape said with a half smile.

He had always had this cloudy face on Harry since that day.

Harry sat down in front of the materials as he was used to, put down his bag, and began to put on his gloves.

Slugs, dead frogs, centipede legs.

Tsk, the materials to be processed during this time are really disgusting.

Harry sighed, and began to work without complaint.

Snape next to him was sitting behind his desk, grading homework without saying a word.

The potions office was so quiet that one could almost hear the breathing of the two of them, as well as the sound of the pen tip scribbling fiercely on the parchment, the atmosphere was very strange.

Harry assured with his keen hearing that those poor homework grades were all marked with a "T".

He twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

Normally Snape would try his best to mock him, but this time, Snape didn't even say a single unnecessary word to him.

Harry, who knew his character well, knew that Snape was really angry this time.

But no, if it were him himself, he would blow it up too.You can't kill that bad Potter.

——Harry was still worried about Snape getting close to him before, but now Snape had a completely cold face on him.Harry didn't know whether it was good or bad.

In the end, the mood of "can't let Snape get close to a Potter" prevailed, and Harry acquiesced in this weird atmosphere.

He just stood still and didn't apologize at all.Well, Harry always thought Snape was looking angrier and angrier.

The relationship between the two can be said to be as cold as ice, and it is about to fall below the negative number.

That night, Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower exhausted just before curfew.

He's been like this for the past few days.

Luckily, Ron was still up and had left some bread and mashed potatoes for him. Harry had never been so grateful to the redhead.

He was already very hungry.

That evening meal Snape wasn't going to bother about it at all - Harry understood very well.

If it were him, it would be the limit if he didn't want to poison Stupid Potter to death, so let him take care of the food with good intentions?A brainless troll should starve a few times before he wakes up!

Harry gritted his teeth and felt empathy when he thought about it, but he was a little unhappy when he thought that he was a stupid Potter now.

The light in the dormitory had already been turned off, and Ron just climbed out of bed/handed the food to Harry and then went back to sleep, so Harry also went back to his own bed, and while eating bread, he secretly lit a fluorescent flash with his wand .

He opened the black diary with the faint light, and started communicating with Riddle every day.

"Abby, when will you be free?" Riddle asked the question again.

"I still have to wait for two days. I have too much homework at the beginning of school. I am so tired at night that I don't have time to release the snake you mentioned."

Harry took another bite of the bread, his eyes following the writing in the diary.

He was really taken aback when he said it.

After school started, Riddle urged him to open the Chamber of Secrets. After Harry pushed back a few times, Riddle tried to control his body.

Harry feigned a fall and knocked himself unconscious, which stopped Riddle.

But after waking up, he felt an uncomfortable feeling of weakness in his body, as if something important had lost part of it.

That feeling made Harry's heart palpitate.He really didn't want to go through it again.

And it was obvious that Riddle was becoming more and more impatient, and he might still want to control Harry.

So Harry planned to get rid of this diary as soon as possible.Now that he is very busy every day, he can only wait until this Saturday to complete his preparations before doing it.

……

The weather on Saturday was very good, the sky was endless blue, and the summer sun was not so basking in the morning.

Many students choose to sit by the lake or under a tree, enjoying the sunshine or reading for a while, which is very pleasant.

With such weather, Harry was also in a somewhat happy mood.It's a pity that Snape had sinister intentions, and specially found a senior Slytherin to inform him:

"Potter, Professor Snape said that you don't need to go to the cellar to study potions today. Filch needs someone there, so you can help him."

The strange senior Slytherin bit down on the word "help him".

Harry shrugged happily, and replied: "Sorry, please reply to Professor Snape, I have to go to the principal's office all day today. Professor Dumbledore has something to do with me."

That's right - what Harry meant by "preparation" was finding backup.

After all, he only has the body and magic power of a 12-year-old child, and if Riddle fights back on the verge of death, even if he wants to hide, he will be powerless.

And there is obviously a powerful back-up by his side, why not use it?

Harry watched the senior Slytherin's expression change from surprise to envy mixed with pity, then turned and left.

"Looks like tomorrow will be even more difficult." Harry twitched his lips.

Now the whole school knows Professor Snape's "love" for Harry Potter.He was like a powder/powder keg that was about to explode. If Harry didn't go to be tossed by Filch today, Snape must have to toss Harry twice as much tomorrow.

Harry stopped thinking about it, carried his bag and started up the stairs, heading for the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Riddle's diary was in the bag.

To be on the safe side, he sent a note to Albus this morning, explaining the general situation, and got a positive reply.

"Please come in." After a while, the familiar old voice sounded, "Harry, you came earlier than the scheduled time."

"Well... I dare not be late." Harry calmed down cautiously, and replied after walking in.

At the same time, he also took out the diary from his bag.

Opposite Dumbledore in the Headmaster's Office was a chair, obviously reserved for Harry.

Harry sat down on the chair a little awkwardly, and handed the diary over.

"That's what you're talking about?" Dumbledore took the diary, his eyes suddenly became more serious.

Dumbledore attached great importance to what Harry said that this notebook had been bewitching Harry.

"That's right, the soul inside has always wanted me to open the chamber of secrets and release a basilisk." Harry explained the situation he encountered in detail,

"He still wants to control my body these days, and I... can't resist." Harry lowered his head, pretending to be ashamed, "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I didn't say it at the beginning."

"Don't be afraid." Dumbledore looked at the diary for a while, and after pondering, he looked at Harry gently and said,

"Harry, you lived at your aunt's house since you were a child, so it's best not to touch such magical products that you don't know. It's not your fault."

When he said that, it sounded more like a soft rebuke.

Harry's heart tightened.

"To deal with him... we'd better make some changes." Dumbledore raised his wand and tried to swing it.

The portraits on the wall of the principal's office became blurred, and the familiar decorations around them also turned into gray and empty four walls.

Desks and chairs are gone.

"Powerful Transfiguration." Harry praised sincerely.

Now the principal's office looks a little like the secret room.

"Now you can call him out," Dumbledore motioned.

Harry nodded.

He opened the diary and wrote in a very excited handwriting:

"Tom! I have found the place as you said, and I have called Harry Potter over. What should I do next?"

The diary responded immediately.

"Oh, Abby, you're amazing! I'm going to show up for a while now - it might be a bit hard for you, but don't be afraid. I need your power to show up, say a spell so that the snake Let it out and make it recognize you as master."

Dumbledore looked at the conversation in the diary, looked at Harry knowingly, and looked worriedly at the corner.

"It's okay, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Harry took a deep look at the diary and wrote.

"Me too."

Tom Riddle's handwriting did not fade this time, but began to gradually brighten, and a figure gradually turned from virtual to real.

Harry watched calmly, feeling the weakness of heart palpitations appear again.

This is Tom Riddle draining his... what power?vitality?

He couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore.