When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

A thin figure with black hair gradually solidified.

His body was between that of a teenager and a young man, with handsome and noble features, a sneer of pride curled up on the corner of his lips, and he looked at Harry with some disgust.

"Wow, Abby." He raised his arms, folded his fingers together, made an elegant thinking posture in front of him, and said softly with a sneer, "We finally meet."

"Hello, Tom." Harry responded with suppressed emotion.

He was stared at by those somewhat familiar eyes, and his mind tensed up involuntarily.His always keen intuition is desperately warning him.

—Tom Riddle has a sense of mortal danger about him.

"I'm out at last," sighed Tom.

When he saw Dumbledore, his expression froze for a moment, and he calmly restrained his arrogance.Then he tilted his head in doubt, and asked with a half-smile:

"Is this Harry Potter? Abby, I don't remember you saying Harry Potter was that old."

"It's not that old." Harry replied pretending to be calm, "Because..."

"I am Harry Potter," he said dryly.

Tom was startled, his pupils narrowed, and his expression twisted horribly.

"How dare you lie to me!" he said angrily.

Harry looked at him silently.

Dumbledore made a sound at the right time, attracting Tom Riddle's attention: "Tom, we haven't seen each other for a long time, don't you want to say hello?"

Only then did Tom Riddle turn his eyes away, and then bowed politely, making an impeccable gesture of greeting.

"Professor Dumbledore," he said with a reluctant smile.

Dumbledore's eyes were also a little complicated and he sighed: "Tom, I didn't expect that we would meet in this situation after so many years."

Harry was a little surprised.

Did Albus actually know Tom Riddle?

"Neither did I." Tom turned his head and looked at Harry again.

Although the eyes were plain, Harry vaguely felt that Tom Riddle was very angry now.

Because the feeling of drawing power from Harry's body was stronger, and it made him a little weak.

"Tom, do you remember why you became like this?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry didn't think it was a good question.

As Tom Riddle lowered his eyes, his expression became a little sad--a ​​properly sympathetic expression.

"I don't remember." He said sadly, "I only know that I stayed in the diary for so long that it almost drove me crazy."

"Then I met Abby—or Harry Potter." His expression turned slightly hurt,

"I'm very happy. I regard you as a good friend who can confide in my heart. I didn't expect you to lie to me."

Harry pointed it out: "But you want to release a basilisk and expect me to believe it's a docile little snake?"

"To me it is indeed a docile and lovely friend, I'm not lying to you." Tom Riddle's expression was very sincere.

"Friend?" Dumbledore asked abruptly, "So Tom... have we wronged Ruburt all these years?"

It took Harry a moment to realize that Albus was talking about Hagrid.

"Fifty years ago, you reported that a creature raised by Ruburt attacked a girl to death, but in fact, I always thought that the acromantula could not have caused that result." Dumbledore also closed his palms, his expression changed get serious,

"There is not a single wound on the body, it is not poisoned, and it is not killed by the death curse. It happens that only the basilisk in this world has this ability-it only needs to look at others with those eyes."

Tom didn't know what expression to show, he was silent for a while before answering: "It was just an accident."

He actually admitted it!

Tom quickly added: "It was very regretful too, so it never came out again after that."

"Then why do you want to let it out now? Don't say anything to help me," Harry asked.He shot Dumbledore a look.

This had to be done quickly, he was already starting to feel dizzy.

Tom was silent for a while.

Dumbledore stopped going around in circles, and asked bluntly and gently: "Tom, you are borrowing Harry's vitality to appear, can you please come back—"

"Back to the diary?" Tom Riddle suddenly interrupted Dumbledore, with a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth,

"I can finally have my own body...why go back?"

Harry's face became expressionless.He asked lightly:

"Tom, what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand?" The grim smile on the corner of Tom's mouth widened, "Don't you feel that there is something wrong with your body?"

There was no wavering in Harry's heart, but his expression was suddenly startled.

Seeing this, Tom Riddle restrained his cold look, and smiled more gently and politely: "As long as I absorb your vitality, I will have a body...Harry Potter, thank you very much."

As if answering his words, Harry suddenly shook a few times, staggered back, and then fell to the ground.

Although Harry's face didn't change much, he suddenly became short of breath, feeling a little out of breath.

He held the diary weakly with one hand, and pressed his chest with the other hand uncomfortably. He looked at Tom incredulously, speechless:

"you you……"

Almost at the same time, a black figure appeared silently at the corner of the empty wall not far away, and Tom Riddle turned his head suddenly, startled.

He didn't realize that there was another person here.

But fortunately, that figure didn't attack him immediately—to be precise, that person ignored him at all, but strode straight towards Harry Potter.

With a livid face, Snape walked up to Harry without saying a word, gave him a condescending look, and then began to wave his wand and quickly recited the detection spell.

With the red light displayed by the spell, his face became darker and darker, and his expression was stern and terrifying.

"Professor Snape, why..." Harry was so surprised that he asked bravely.

He didn't realize when he came here at all, or was he there from the beginning?

This is too bad... Is it too late for him to stand up now and say he's fine and just pretend?

"Shut up, Potter." Snape gritted the word between his teeth, his voice almost freezing.

Ok.

Seeing Snape's aura getting colder and colder, Harry sat with a stiff face and didn't dare to move.

"Snape...Professor?" Tom Riddle's interesting eyes also turned to the shadow,

"Are you the Snape that 'Harry' and 'Abby' were vying over?"

"Harry Potter, your vision is not too high." Tom said teasingly and mockingly.

"...??" Snape was confused.

He didn't quite understand it, but it didn't take long for him to give Potter another hard look.

This must be Harry Potter's fault again!

"Tom!" Fortunately, Dumbledore was still serious.

His eyes sharpened, his expression was very serious, and he looked extremely angry:

"What blinded you to think you could kill Harry in front of me?"

——Although Dumbledore is getting older, whoever underestimates him because of this will definitely suffer a big loss.

Just look at now, because of Dumbledore's anger, the magic power flowing in the air in the room changed instantly, they all began to boil and tremble, the huge and suffocating magic pressure made Harry no doubt that he was still That powerful white wizard.

This scene made Harry dazzled no matter how many times he watched it.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became dignified.

A red light suddenly flew towards Riddle.

—and then penetrated Riddle's body and landed on the wall behind.

He is safe and sound.

Snape held his wand and his expression sank.

Riddle glanced at Snape indifferently, and looked at Dumbledore without fear.He bowed back in a gesture of concession, and said with a gentle expression:

"But where do you have the energy to deal with me, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore was taken aback.

Tom Riddle turned around suddenly, raised his arms high, hissed loudly at the huge stone sculpture on the wall with a cold and happy expression:

"Speak to me, Slytherin! The greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

And yet... nothing happened.

"..."

Harry's expression was a little subtle.

Tom's expression was slightly stagnant. He kept his arms in the same position as before, raised his voice again, and hissed again with great momentum:

"Speak to me, Slytherin! The greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"

The room was silent except for Tom Riddle's voice...but still nothing happened.

This time, even Snape couldn't help glancing at him.

"It's impossible!" Tom stared at the huge stone sculpture in shock and unwillingness.

"Tom, where's your sign for summoning companions?" Dumbledore asked tentatively.

Harry gave him a puzzled look.

"Could the password be changed by someone else? That's impossible. I'm the only one who can open this door!" Tom Riddle didn't listen to Dumbledore's words at all, he just guessed to himself distractedly.

"That's not necessarily the case, I will also speak in Parseltongue." Harry couldn't help interjecting.

Riddle's eyes full of murderous intent immediately turned to Harry, and his eyes began to turn scarlet: "It's you again! Harry Potter!"

"Potter, shut your mouth!" Snape tightened his grip on Harry's wrist, his voice suppressed anger and sounded even colder.

——Harry Potter fell down in front of him, his face became paler and his vitality was draining faster and faster, but Snape couldn't do anything now.

He couldn't stop that spirit, or stop Potter's life force from draining away.

Never before had Snape hated his own powerlessness as much as he did now.

The author has something to say: Yueban found out that Voldemort went to Hogwarts to become a professor when he was young. At that time, Dumbledore already knew that he was Voldemort, not just Tom Riddle...so the loopholes in these two chapters should be corrected .

Ps: Some readers made suggestions, so Yue Ban added the part where Tom said "Abby and Harry competed to like Snape" www