When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Once the plan was started, it proceeded at a speed that Harry could not resist.

Almost all pages of the Daily Prophet this morning were talking about "Sirius Black was released innocently, and the real murderer turned out to be Pettigrew Peter Pettigrew, who was awarded the first-class badge of Merlin".

"Harry, the newspaper says he's still your godfather?" Ron read the newspaper curiously while putting fried eggs and sausages on the plate, "Sirius Black, Harry Potter's father when he was a boy... "

"Thorn-"

Harry couldn't help scratching his fork on the plate with a harsh sound, which also interrupted Ron.

"Harry?" Hermione felt sensitively that something was wrong with Harry's expression.

"Don't you like him?" she asked cautiously.Ron put down the drumsticks worriedly when he heard the words, and looked over.

Harry glanced up at the chair - Dumbledore was watching him with concern.Although Snape didn't look over, he seemed to be suddenly interested in the ghost at the Gryffindor table, staring fixedly at the Nearly Headless Nick - Nick was almost sweating.

Harry could only take a deep breath, and pretended to be tired and covered his forehead, covering most of the expression on his face: "No. I'm just... a little unhappy."

"Unhappy?" Hermione repeated.

Harry was just looking for an excuse, but after he said it, he felt a sudden inspiration, and decided to continue to say: "Yes, not happy."

"Obviously he is mine..." Harry decisively skipped the title, and said with a little resentment in his voice, "but I have lived at my aunt's house for so many years and didn't even know he existed. Since he was wronged, why Why don't you tell me? Why do you have to sit in prison for so long and let the real culprit go outside? Where was he when I fainted from hunger?"

"This..." Hermione and Ron looked at each other and understood.

Hermione looked from Harry to Ron, but didn't continue.

Ron hadn't said a word to Scabbers since he knew his mouse was a grown man, or the indirect murderer who caused Harry's parents to be killed by the mysterious man.

He still looked sad, so Hermione didn't dare mention that person in front of him.It happened that Harry had to worry about things here.

Seeing Dumbledore's thoughtful expression, Harry covered his face and continued, "I was very happy when Professor Dumbledore asked me, but in fact I... still can't call him that name, I I still can’t accept him, but I don’t dare to express my thoughts like this.”

Harry internally gulped to himself.

"It's understandable, Harry, take your time." Hermione persuaded, she didn't think there was anything wrong.

Despite this morning's conversation, Professor Dumbledore sent a message to Harry a few days later, asking him to come to the headmaster's office immediately.

——It was Sirius who couldn't stay in St. Mungo's anymore and insisted on coming to Hogwarts to see his godson.

When Harry walked into the principal's office expressionlessly, he found that Dumbledore was still smiling at him comfortingly.

So that morning conversation was somewhat productive?

At least Harry didn't have to pretend to be particularly excited, and had a tearful confession with Stupid Dog.

He was slightly relieved.

"Harry!" A figure rushed over almost the moment Harry entered the principal's office.

It was a skinny, haggard man.

Although he had put on a new suit and had his beard and hair trimmed, it was not so easy to bring back his thin and blue face.Only those dark gray eyes were glowing and alive when looking at Harry.

——That disgusting face was so familiar to Harry that he couldn't forget it even after all these years.

Sirius Black!

The man's voice was full of excitement and joy, almost choked up, he rushed over and hugged Harry tightly into his arms:

"It's like—just like your father, I knew it—I knew it!"

"...!" Harry's expression twisted immediately.

Sirius lowered his head, stroked Harry's face, tried his best to make his voice very gentle, and said incoherently: "Harry, look at the identical hair of your father and son! Your father used to like to mess up his hair to attract children Girl—oh I mean your mother. Your eyes look exactly like your mother's too, so pretty."

"Harry—seriously, seeing you is like seeing James!"

Harry's expression almost collapsed, and he couldn't push Black away, so he could only hold back his nausea and was told "how much like your father you are" in his head, and endured the treatment of being touched by Black's face in horror, his face Slowly start to turn blue.

"Okay, Sirius—" Dumbledore saw Harry's face so ugly that he almost fainted.He quickly smoothed things over and said, "Let go of Harry first, he's almost out of breath."

"Oh! Sorry!" Sirius immediately let go of his hand like an electric shock, and looked at Harry worriedly, "Are you okay? I mean I'm a little too excited, oh! I'm so happy...No Thinking that I still have this day, I heard that Harry found out about that bastard and let me out of prison, right?"

"……Yes."

Harry forced a very ugly smile that looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Sirius looked at him a little helplessly, with joy in his eyes, and said cautiously: "You know that, Harry. I am your father's good brother. When you were born, your parents asked me to be your—" —Well, to be your godfather."

"Really." Harry said dryly, "Haha, that's great."

Sirius looked at him expectantly, as if he was waiting for something to be called.Harry sternly pretended not to notice.

Dumbledore had no choice but to smooth things over again: "Sirius, you just met, and Harry is still a little uncomfortable. Before you made a fuss and insisted on taking a look at Harry, now you should go back to St. Mungo."

Harry perked up when he heard that.

"I've only been here for a few minutes." Sirius looked at Dumbledore pitifully, and gestured with an index finger, "Let me stay with Harry for a while, I still—I don't know Harry's ten How did the years go?"

Dumbledore had no choice but to smile and said to Harry: "Go shopping, Sirius hasn't been back to Hogwarts for a long time, you can talk some more."

"Okay, Professor." Harry gritted his teeth and smiled.

He turned around and strode out of the headmaster's office aggressively - the movement abruptly threw the school robe out of the waves, just like Snape.

Sirius was about to follow out, but he hesitated.He lowered his voice and asked Dumbledore worriedly: "Albus, does Harry...don't like me too much?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and revealed the situation to him tactfully:

"Harry lived at his aunt's house since he was a child, and you also know that Muggles have something to do with little wizards... So Harry may have some complaints about you saying that you are his godfather now and wanting to get close to him."

"His aunt's house?" Sirius murmured, "It's Lily's weird sister's house?!"

"She won't be abusing Harry! Harry looks so thin! No - I'll have to ask!"

After thinking about it for a while, Sirius suddenly became angry and rushed out anxiously and worriedly: "Harry! Harry! Wait for me!"

"..." Dumbledore spread his hands helplessly, always feeling that it was really difficult for Sirius to let Harry recognize him as godfather.

"Besides, Sirius doesn't seem to know about Harry's liking for Severus?" Dumbledore thought about the scene for a while, and fell into a strange silence.

……

In the corridor of the castle, Harry strode ahead, and Sirius followed behind him step by step, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Harry...what do you like?" Sirius thought for a long time before trying to find a topic, "I can bring you a present next time I come back."

"No need." Harry said coldly.

When he faced Sirius alone, he didn't even want to pretend to smile.

"Why, Harry? I'm your godfather - I know I came back too late, I'm sorry for this, but I - I mean it, don't be polite to me!" Sirius tried hard to explain , "As long as it is what you like! Harry, I will definitely buy it for you!"

"How about a Firebolt/Arrow? The latest broomstick! Young boys love this, how about a Pensieve? That thing doesn't do much but is cool..."

"I don't like any of these!" Harry interrupted him suddenly, his expression suddenly became a little sad, "I like things... If I tell you, you will absolutely despise me."

He thought of a brilliant way to get back at Black.

"What?" Sirius immediately made a promise, almost swearing to Merlin, "As long as you like it, I will definitely not dislike it! I will buy you whatever you want! Harry, don't worry— —Even if it’s something that violates the rules, just tell me! Your father was naughty back then.”

"Really?" Harry desperately suppressed a weird smile, showing a hopeful expression.

"Really!" Sirius tried to put on a serious and convincing expression.

"Well, I actually like... potions," said Harry.

"Potion! Hahaha, it's good to like potion, it's hereditary! You are just like your mother!" Sirius was stunned, and quickly smiled and praised him.

"I also like Slytherin... Am I weird? The whole family is Gryffindor." Harry held back a sneer and said with an aggrieved expression,

"But I just think silver and green look good. And I always think those Gryffindor kids are too direct, not as good as Slytherin students."

"I like Slytherin..." Sirius' expression was also a little distorted.

But he reacted immediately, and tried his best to turn his distorted expression back into a smiling face, calmly and loudly comforting his godson, "What's the matter! You don't have to worry about it at all. Harry, let me tell you a little secret."

Sirius pressed Harry's shoulders, knelt down in front of him so that their eyes were at the same level, and then said seriously and mysteriously: "Actually, my house is full of Slytherins, and I'm the only Gryffindor! So Harry, that's not a problem at all!"

"That's right." Harry seemed to be in a daze, and didn't dwell on this issue much. Instead, he frowned and continued hesitantly, "But, I still like..."

"What else do you like?" Sirius looked at him encouragingly.

Harry raised his eyebrows maliciously, and said hesitantly, "...I also like Professor Snape."

"He's the head of Slytherin. I heard that he had a bad relationship with you before, but I really like him very much... Is this okay too?"

"What does it matter! Don't you just like the headmaster of Slytherin——Wait, Harry, you actually have someone you like? How cool! Your father also recognized you as soon as he went to school—"

Sirius' voice stopped abruptly.

He was racking his brains to think of a way to boast, but now the smile on his face froze:

"Snape...profess...professor."

"Yeah." Harry looked at him innocently but seriously.

"-Snotling?!"

Sirius' expression was completely distorted at this time, and he roared loudly, "No! This is absolutely not possible——Harry! No!"