When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

On Saturday night, Harry also dragged his exhausted body back home.

The lights were still off in the dormitory, only Ron was still waiting for him.

"Saturday didn't let you relax on purpose. The old bat has become more and more hateful recently!" Ron cursed angrily.He pointed to the sandwiches and pumpkin juice on the bedside table, "Eat it, Harry, you must be starving."

"It's not." Harry also felt a little subtle.He said honestly, "Tonight...Professor Snape actually left me to eat in the cellar."

Although Snape still ignored Harry when he was preparing to eat, he ordered mashed potatoes and slices of bread directly.

When the house-elf put the things on the table, he didn't explain a word, and he looked indifferently, treating Harry as air, as if those things were just for decoration.

Harry obediently endured his hunger and continued to deal with the beetle's eyes for a while, before Snape reluctantly opened his mouth to mock him: "Mr. Potter, don't you know how to eat anymore?"

"That's what happened." Harry shrugged at Ron.

He lay back on the bed, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his eyes, and he was still a little dubious.

Harry still wasn't sure if he had heard it at all, and the slight change in Snape's attitude that night might have been accidental, or it might have been because of that incident.

"Harry, this is always a good thing." Ron sat on the bed, comforting him with conscience, "Although I don't know what...

In the second grade, everyone now knows that Professor Snape and Harry Potter are incompatible.

Hermione and Ron secretly felt that Harry might have broken his heart, and they didn't dare to mention his love affair in front of him.

Harry shook his head and was about to say something when there was a harsh explosion-like sound in the room.

"What happened?!" Ron jumped up in panic like a spring.

Harry also sat up in an instant, with his wand firmly raised in his hand, his expression serious.

Strangely, the other three in the five-person dorm, Dean, Simon and Neville, were still asleep, as if they hadn't heard at all.

"It's Dobby."

Harry finally understood when he saw the elf standing on the ground between the two beds.

"Good evening, Mr. Harry Potter!" Dobby squealed, and he bowed deeply to Harry again.

"That's it? Harry, you said, the house elf who might have intercepted all the correspondence between me and Hermione during the summer vacation?" Ron hurried over and looked at Dobby curiously.

"It looks a little miserable."

Dobby's image this time is indeed much more miserable than the last meeting.His ears were red and swollen, his thin arms looked scarred, and the pillow cover he was wearing was tattered and dirty.Only those big green eyes are still bright.

It seemed that the last time Dobby was at the Dursleys' house, he had deliberately let the family hear the noise.

Harry guessed.

"Mr. Harry Potter, it's been so hard for Dobby—it's been so hard to see you!" Dobby said in a high-pitched voice, "The master has locked Dobby at home since then, and he won't let Dobby come looking for you!" Lippert."

"Then why are you here again?" Ron interrupted.

"Dobby—punished himself hard for disobeying orders." The elf held up its arm to show Harry and Ron, "but it was worth it! Dobby must come and remind Harry Mr. Te, you can't stay at Hogwarts anymore!"

Harry felt a little bad, and stopped Dobby with a sullen face: "Wait a minute, I have something to show you."

Sitting on the bed, he waved his wand and recited a series of spells silently, then opened his backpack and took out the black diary inside.

The black diary is now completely pierced by a hole, and the edges are charred and burnt, looking dilapidated.Harry held up the diary so Dobby could take a good look.

"Is this the danger you mean?" Harry asked indifferently, "Someone put this diary in the school, and then tried to manipulate the basilisk out."

"The diary!" Dobby seemed to be strangled by someone for a moment, almost speechless, "That's it!"

"Mr. Harry Potter! Did you do this?" The elf almost burst into tears of admiration, and his voice was a little hoarse from excitement.

"Yes." Harry smiled a little and then restrained himself, putting the diary in Dobby's hand, "You take this thing back and give it to your master."

Harry was really curious if Lucius knew that the diary was their old master.

"Harry Potter is really amazing!" Dobby agreed without hesitation, "Dobby will do it!"

"By the way, bring me another sentence." Harry pondered for a moment before raising his eyes and said, "The soul in the diary says his name is Tom Riddle."

Whether Lucius knew it or not, he would definitely look up the Dark Lord's real name.Maybe other Horcruxes also used this name as an alias?Surprises are best.

Harry planned to win Lucius over, but there was no rush, he had to let Lucius see his value first.

"Dobby knows, then Mr. Harry Potter, goodbye!" Dobby bowed respectfully to Harry again, looked up at him excitedly, and disappeared amidst the explosion.

"..." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also confused, "Harry, isn't this your diary? The soul in the diary? Manipulating the basilisk? What happened?"

There were a lot of things that happened today, and Harry hadn't told Ron just after he came back—in fact, if Ron didn't ask, Harry wasn't going to tell them at all.

He also had no choice but to grasp the point, and told Ron lightly.

The thought of having to tell Hermione again tomorrow morning, accepting the same fuss from her and Madam Pomfrey, gave Harry a headache, but he didn't dare to refute.It would be better if he told Ron now and let Ron talk about it tomorrow.

……

Monday's class is what Harry hates the most now.

There was originally a Gryffindor first-year boy this semester who adored Harry and would always try his best to run into him and say hello.

But one day Harry found a remote corridor with no portraits, his mean face returned to its original form, and after he tried his best to sneer at the boy, the terrifying look that looked like Professor Snape scared the boy no longer. It's Harry.

This was the kind of trouble Harry could avoid, but these two lessons on Monday belonged to the kind of trouble Harry couldn't avoid anyway.

— Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Harry, stay here, we can talk again." The man with a bright and flirtatious smile hurriedly stopped Harry as soon as he announced that get out of class was over.

"Sorry Professor, I still have something to do." Harry frowned and refused.

He was bored.This stupid Lockhart either took him to take pictures, or babbled to him about how he was so popular with readers, and tried to teach him which brand of perfume and postcards were more elegant.

The devil wants to know these things!

"Shy, aren't you? Harry, Harry, look at you! You should be more confident, like me!" Professor Lockhart didn't see his reluctance at all, and smiled brightly at Harry. Pull in the direction of his office.

"Professor Lockhart, Harry is really busy." Ron quickly chimed in.

Hermione hesitated to say nothing, looked at Harry and then at Professor Lockhart, with a conflicted expression.

Ever since she found out about Harry's thrilling destruction of the diary, Hermione was still angry at his concealment.Moreover, Professor Lockhart is also the professor Hermione is obsessed with, caught between friends and idols, which makes it difficult for her to choose.

"If Potter is like you, I'm afraid he won't need lighting magic anymore." A familiar voice taunted.

Obviously, Snape, who was passing by, raised his eyebrows as if watching a show: "Even the professor likes you so much, Potter, your reputation is really hot."

—Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Speaking of which, the frequency of his appearance recently is indeed very high. Could it be that he is deliberately looking for opportunities to pick his thorns?

"Severus!" Lockhart turned his head and greeted Snape with a bright smile. His tone was very familiar, "Stop reprimanding me, Harry is already very shy!"

"Come together now, Severus? We're heading back to the office - answering postcards to my readers."

Harry's face darkened almost at the same time as Snape.

"No." Snape coldly refused, turned around and flung his robes away.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped again, turned his head slowly, and looked at Harry with malicious eyes.

Snape said slowly, "I remember... you only came to study in the cellar for half a day last Saturday, didn't you Potter? If I remember correctly, you had no lessons for the last two periods of Monday."

Harry's eyes lit up, and before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Lockhart's laughter.

Lockhart was on the verge of tears, and slapped Harry hard on the back.He also winked at Snape pretending to be affectionate, and sneered: "Oh Severus, you are such a fool! Given this kind of opportunity, which student wouldn't want to write postcards with me? It’s a boring thing, it’s better for the students to volunteer a bit!”

"..." The corners of Snape's mouth twisted, his face completely darkened.

Hermione and Ron stared dumbfounded, almost frightened and stunned.

——Is Professor Lockhart crazy, dare to talk to the old bat like that? !

Harry was also afraid that he would turn around and leave in anger, so he quickly broke away from Lockhart's grip, and said coldly: "Of course I am willing-in fact, I would rather let myself Fill your head with some knowledge."

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked a little better.

Lockhart's expression froze inexplicably.

Harry walked up to Snape, turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Lockhart again—this expression, this momentum was exactly the same as that of Snape next to him: "Also, I would like to kindly remind you, Professor Lockhart."

"I'm afraid I'll never learn anything from you," Harry sneered.

...Dare to bully himself?

Harry still couldn't hold back and secretly cast Lockhart a little jinx.

The author has something to say: Harry: Dare to bully Professor Snape?Do you think I'm a display?

Snape: ... Potter, do you think I don't have long hands?

(Although Porter barely passed the test by venting his anger on him... well, then there will be no severe penalty for today.)