When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

The two turned to leave, and then heard a "gudong" from behind.

"Professor Lockhart! Are you all right!" Hermione exclaimed.

"No, it's all right - don't worry, Granger, it's just that the ground is a little slippery." Lockhart stood up in embarrassment, smiling against his bruised face.

"Gudong!"

"Professor Lockhart!" Hermione was even more worried.

"It's okay—it's just, haha, I didn't stand still! It's okay, silly girl." Lockhart couldn't keep the smile on his face, grinning in pain, the other cheek he hit just now was perfectly symmetrical A second bruise appeared.

Harry raised his eyebrows, and looked up at his expression with some guilt.

Playing tricks in front of Snape, who was proficient in black arts, Harry really didn't have the confidence not to be seen.

But what made him feel relieved was that Snape just turned his head and glanced lightly, sneered, and continued to leave without expressing any opinion.

Harry subtly felt—maybe even if he found out this time with a strong sense of revenge, he would pretend to turn a blind eye.

Didn't you see that his face has softened a lot?

Incidentally, Lockhart's office was on the second floor of the castle, so they had to go down two flights of stairs to get to the cellar.Harry really wondered how Snape "dropped in" to the second floor after two Potions lessons.

The two of them were silent all the way.

Snape was striding ahead. Although Harry was used to this pace, his legs were short now, so he could only trot and try to keep up.

It was only when the two of them went down to the hall on the first floor and were about to go down to the cellar below that Snape scanned the surroundings indiscriminately, making sure that there were no portraits or ghosts passing by.

He slowed down his pace, ready to settle accounts after autumn.

"Potter."

"What, Professor?" Harry was also keenly aware that the surroundings were clearly suitable for conversation.

Snape's expression was half a smile, and his voice suddenly slowed down: "Could you please explain..."

The velvet voice was soft and pleasant, and Harry couldn't help but hold his breath and listen carefully.

"...What do you mean 'you're the Snape that Harry and Abby are vying over for liking'?" Snape asked slowly.

Harry froze.

That's what Tom Riddle said!

He just said something in passing, how did Snape remember it? !

"Not answering?"

Snape folded his arms in a leisurely manner, looked at Potter's speechless expression, and felt very happy, "Then I can change the question. Tell me, who is Abby?"

"..."

Harry was so annoyed that he almost threw himself into the ground when Snape asked him who he was jealously fond of.

How dare he say that person is still himself!

Seeing that Potter still didn't answer, Snape was not angry, but happier.

He's not dementia, do you think he didn't hear Tom Riddle's name for Potter at the beginning?

"Potter, I never thought—I never thought that you still have such a hobby." Snapela raised his voice, mocking Harry triumphantly with a sympathetic tone,

"If you're so overwhelmed by the huge but useless fame that you're splitting your mind—Potter, I suggest you visit the medical wing as soon as possible."

He said gloatingly in a weird voice that suppressed a smile, "I'll provide you with the potion, don't worry."

Snape found the scene amusing just thinking about it.

It's a pity that he has no way of knowing how Potter tricked Tom Riddle.

"Thank you, no need." Harry said dryly with a dark face and complex emotions, both ashamed and annoyed.

In order to change the subject, he quickly searched for words in his mind, and finally came up with a prototype of the plan: "Well, Professor Snape, can I ask you a favor?"

"The famous Potter needs anytime... Well, what's the matter?"

Seeing the look in Little Potter's eyes, Snape gave up half of his sarcasm and answered tactfully.He tried to make himself seem less willing.

"It's like this, can you please ask the professor to let all the students bring their pets in the next class." Harry said the plan he had thought of temporarily, with a flash of disgust in his eyes, "Because Ron's pet mouse Scabbers —it's Peter Pettigrew."

Snape's expression froze.

His face quickly darkened, he couldn't restrain his emotions, grabbed Harry by the collar, and asked, "This is impossible! Why did he turn into a mouse and hide outside for so many years? Everyone thought he was dead until now." !"

"Of course it's because he's the one who killed - them, not Sirius Black," said Harry gloomily.

As much as he hated Sirius Black, it was true.

The reason why Harry waited so long to say it was that on the one hand, he was unwilling to let Sirius out, and on the other hand, he also understood that even if Peter was caught, he would not be sent to Azkaban to spend his life. lifetime.

Seeing Snape's rare look of being devastated by the shock, Harry instead grabbed Snape's hand that was holding onto his collar, and said in a low voice, gritting his teeth:

"Listen, you pretended to find something wrong with Scabbers in class, made excuses to get it under control and took it to the headmaster's office. Then I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about the plan."

"To put it simply, it's about clarifying the matter, cornering Peter, and letting him escape...Professor Snape, we need him to escape."

Harry finished speaking in one breath, then suddenly became vague again: "This is... about another Horcrux."

Snape managed to restrain himself, and looked back at Potter.He was immediately acutely aware that the plan was actually about Potter himself.

"Ok, I see."

Snape's voice was flat, and the hand that was holding Harry's collar was loosened, and it hung down to cover it in the large black robe.

He turned his head away.

Harry definitely felt that Snape was definitely clenching his fists to suppress his emotions, but he couldn't say much now, Harry could only tell Dumbledore about those plans.

……

In Potions class on Wednesday, Snape made an excuse as planned, let Scabbers fall asleep and took the mouse to the headmaster's office.

Harry was also there.

"Professor Snape, you can go back to class." Harry hurried away politely, "I can tell Professor Dumbledore the plan."

Snape took a deep look at Potter, then glanced at Dumbledore next to him, and calmly agreed.

--it's useless.

Even if Potter didn't want him to know the plan, Dumbledore would tell him the plan.

Snape turned and strode away.

After watching the black figure disappear around the corner outside the door, Harry sighed and told Dumbledore about his plan...

Peter Pettigrew would bring his old master back when he was cornered, and then Voldemort would plot his resurrection.

Because Voldemort has always stubbornly believed that Harry Potter is his mortal enemy, so he will only insist on using Harry's blood to resurrect.

But that satisfies one condition.

The spell Lily left in Harry Potter's blood was to keep him alive.

After Voldemort was resurrected with Harry's blood, he also had that spell in his blood.

"That is to say... as long as Voldemort doesn't die, you won't die." Dumbledore said in a daze, "At the same time, as long as you don't die, and the Horcrux in your body won't die, then Voldemort will never die." will die."

This might sound confusing, getting stuck in a loop.

But it's actually very simple.

If the plan was successful, Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect him.Then when he was about to kill Harry, the Death Curse would hit Harry and the Horcrux in him at the same time.

And in view of the condition that Harry would not die if Voldemort was not dead, it would only be the Horcrux in Harry's body that would die!

That way Harry could confront Voldemort and kill him!

The premise is that the duel can be won.

Harry added this in his mind.

"This plan is perfect, but I have a question, although it's a little rude..." Dumbledore put his hands together and asked in a thinking posture, "Since the plan has no loopholes, why do you come back here in the future?"

"Because I failed." Harry was a little worried, so he said vaguely, "I died, so I came back."

——Harry didn't know why Harry Potter died back then, so he wanted to know this time, what should he do to defeat Voldemort and win the final battle?

"..." Dumbledore's expression suddenly became heavy and complicated.

"There should be no problem with this plan." Looking at his expression, Harry said hastily, "Even if there is—the only way we can try it now is that Voldemort was originally resurrected the year after tomorrow."

"...I see." Dumbledore didn't know what came to mind, and said with some relief mixed with guilt, "I will contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible to overturn the case of Sirius Black, and try to let him out as soon as possible. Come to see you."

Harry's expression froze.

What? !blah blah blah - why early!He does not need it--

Dumbledore looked at Harry kindly, smiled and said, "You don't know, do you? Sirius is your godfather."

The next moment, Dumbledore shook his head funny again: "—look I forgot, you must know."

Harry's forced smile almost twisted.

"Harry, are you looking forward to meeting your godfather?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"I... really... look forward to it! I'm sorry, Professor, I'm really too excited." Harry gritted his teeth against his will and said, his voice was almost crying, "Professor Dumbledore, can you make— —Should I let him come back after he recovers well? I will... be very worried when he comes out after he can’t recover well. "

Sin ah.

What is Dumbledore? Contact the Ministry of Magic again, and try to let Sirius Black come out to see him as soon as possible!

Let that stupid dog come to harm him as soon as possible? !

He had to be called Godfather Blake!He'd rather call himself godfather than call that brainless guy godfather! !