When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

After confirming a new position, Harry felt as if a door to a new world had been opened.

From this day on, there is no self-targeting, no self-deduction points.After class, the two of them would brew potions in the office with a tacit understanding.They cooperated very well, handing potion ingredients, timing of joining, everything without even talking, just a look to understand.

Obviously they haven't run in, but Harry already has the feeling that they are best friends for many years.

This feeling was very novel and pleasant, and it even surpassed Harry's desire to annoy himself and deduct Gryffindor points for a time, making him nostalgic.

Without a doubt, Harry felt that this was the happiest thing he had ever done since he was born again.

"Potter." Snape tapped on the table to signal him to stop.

Harry lowered his head and didn't respond until he shelled the Abyssinian shrunken fig in his hand and threw it into the bucket next to him. Then he stood up and moved his sore shoulders.

Now it's free time in the evening again, but now in Harry Potter's time table, this time period has been automatically planned as "spending in the potions professor's office", so he is very used to running to deal with those redundant potion ingredients.

"Are you going to shell figs all night?" Snape was a little displeased, looking at him coldly with black eyes.

Harry's eyes flicked to the nearby cupboard, where he knew there was still a big vat of caterpillars waiting to be sliced.

Harry took off his glasses, rubbed his brows tiredly, and said kindly, "I see."

He hung the glasses casually on the collar of his robe, bent down to open the cabinet door, and was about to take out the bucket of caterpillars.

"Potter!" Snape's voice was full of anger, and he started to stare at Harry.

"What's the matter, Professor Snape?" Harry turned his head inexplicably, thought for a while before changing his words, "Severus?"

Aren't there only caterpillars left in potion ingredients besides figs?What else did Snape want him to deal with?

The man in the black robe fiercely folded his arms, but the expression on his face that was about to explode was paused because of this title.

His expression became somewhat relaxed, and he pursed his lips unnaturally and hissed in a low voice:

"...Today is only Wednesday, and you have almost finished processing this week's materials. Mr. Potter, tell me, are you going to get paid for the remaining four days?"

Harry was a little dazed.

Ever since he changed his position, it has become more difficult for him to guess what his former self was thinking.But he could also understand Snape's mood swings.Making things difficult is still because of old Potter, and caring is because of Lily.

Now this question clearly falls within the scope of making things difficult.After all, sometimes he finished processing the materials ahead of time, and he could just boil his own potion directly, and Snape wouldn't say anything, why did he accuse him this time?

Harry thought for a while, and said calmly, "I can help you correct all your homework. Handwriting is not a problem. I can also make arrangements for regularly going to Diagon Alley to pick potion ingredients on Sundays, so you don't have to worry about it."

"You just need to get enough energy to wait for the night patrol every week, Professor Snape, so I'm not getting paid for nothing, right?"

Harry still couldn't help bringing out his characteristic sarcasm as he spoke.

Snape's face turned darker, and he seemed to be suppressing his deep anger.He suddenly pulled out his wand and slammed on the table with a force that seemed to be hostile to the table.

The next moment, a cup of steaming coffee appeared on the table.

"..."

Snape gave the coffee a disgusted look, and moved to his left.

He knocked again very rudely.After more than ten seconds of silence on the table, a cup of hot cocoa appeared this time.

Snape's face softened, and he waved his wand to control the cup of hot cocoa to fly in front of Harry, and stuffed it into his hand without refusal.

"Harry Potter."

He folded his arms with a half-smile, didn't even call "Mr. Potter", and criticized even more harshly: "Who do you think is the Potions professor at Hogwarts? Use your clever brain to think about it." , even if you want to apply for this position, at least you have to wait until you graduate, don’t you have any common sense?”

Seeing Harry's startled look, he still turned his head and said coldly: "Now, drink your drink quietly, go to the fireplace and clear out all the stupid thoughts in your mind, don't let me say the first Twice! I don't want to be called on by Albus to say I'm treating my students badly."

The stool Harry was sitting on began to jiggle restlessly, trying to dislodge him.Confused, Harry walked to the sofa in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa and sat down.

He couldn't help shrugging his shoulders.

A raging flame was burning in the fireplace in front of him, which immediately warmed Harry's cold toes, and the warm feeling rushed over his face, as comfortable as lying in hot water. His sore and numb shoulders and the back of his neck It also seemed to be relieved.

This is not the same as sitting on a hard bench with a warming spell cast on it.

Harry turned his head, looking at himself with complicated emotions.

Snape also looked back condescendingly, then lowered his head and continued grading homework.

——His expression was still harsh and indifferent, but his expression was a little slow, showing a faint satisfaction after seeing his request obediently obeyed, and there was a little tenderness in the look he looked over.

Harry's hand trembled again in horror, barely holding the glass steady.

He quickly put on his glasses, stared intently at him, and stared at himself.

Snape had already lowered his head, and continued to grade his homework with a cold face.I can't tell if the scene just now is an illusion.

"..." Harry's heart was full of surprise and uncertainty.

Is this really a hallucination after Harry Potter came into contact with Voldemort?Or his own delusion?

His eyes suddenly stopped on the glasses in front of him, and only then did he realize that he hadn't been wearing glasses all along.

So... Snape had been looking at those eyes just now?

Then it is not an illusion.

After all—that's Lily.

Harry's heart suddenly settled down. He stared at the glass full of hot cocoa in his hand, exerted some strength with his hands, couldn't help but turned his head again, and looked at Snape indifferently.

He still has to get used to it.

Someone being nice to him... This kind of thing is actually the same thing as being nice to him because of Lily.

The author has something to say: Valentine's Day... finally wrote the second half of the manuscript qwq

So suddenly someone started to be kind to him, and it was "myself" so the kindness could be taken for granted, and Harry was a little touched.