When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

This kiss is as light as a cicada's wing.

Soft, tender, as careful as Snape kissing his most important treasure.

In fact, these adjectives have nothing in common with Severus Snape. He is always dark and sharp, with a poisonous tongue and indifferent, there is no doubt about it.But Harry had this strange sense of fusion at this moment.

The deep love that seemed to put a person's heart and soul into his heart made his heart tremble.

"..."

Harry stood where he was, raised his eyelids in puzzlement and looked deeply into those familiar black eyes.

——But those black eyes were still full of unwavering calmness and mocking complacency towards Sirius.

Familiar still.

Harry suddenly felt relieved, a little confused, and didn't know what it was like. He forbade himself to think about it, and his attention shifted from the corner of his eye to Sirius.

Blake looked about to explode.

It was not in vain that Harry had made such a big sacrifice for the plan.In fact, he didn't feel any discomfort or nausea.

Harry attributed it all to being himself.So even if a man is kissing him, he doesn't force it.

After thinking through all this, Harry finally felt relieved and returned to normal.

He watched the black-robed man raise his head expressionlessly, as if the kiss was completely insignificant, and then the man quickly pulled out his wand, reflexively deflecting a red light from Sirius, and with the other hand He pulled Harry behind him with his backhand, protecting him with one hand.

"Snotling! How dare you insult Harry like that!! I'm going to kill you!" Sirius was so angry that his face almost twisted and his mouth turned blue.

He growled with a ferocious expression, slammed the curse in a maddened anger, and swung his arms in the air, like a raging lion.

"Harry! Come to me!" he yelled again.

"Blake, maybe I should suggest that you go back to St. Mungo's for a few more years." Snape's mouth curled up in a sarcasm, and he sarcastically said without hesitation.He swung his wand nimbly, blocked all the spells and counterattacked quietly.

Harry felt the hand that was wrapping him very firmly, protecting him tightly.The warmth spread to his waist through the robe, but it didn't let him see clearly the situation on the other side.

Harry could only hear the cello-like deep and silky voice suddenly accentuate, full of malicious sarcasm: "Ask your godson, if he is willing to go over."

Harry tugged at Snape's robe, tried to poke his head out from behind him, and said knowingly, "I just did it voluntarily."

Sirius' face suddenly became as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

Of course he knew that godson was voluntary, but——

"Snotlite, I'll say it again, let go of Harry!" Sirius was angry and regretful, staring at Snape with vicious flames in his eyes, he rebuked without words,

"Don't think you can insult Harry or take him for something just because you like him—don't forget what you thought about Lily back then!"

"--To shut up!"

Before Sirius finished his furious words, Snape interrupted him suddenly and furiously.

The black-robed man's expression was distorted and terrifying, and his whole body was full of rage. His tightly pursed lips trembled angrily, and he stared at Black not far away, as if he was trying to restrain himself from jumping up and fighting with someone.

Then Snape turned his head and gave Harry a stiff look.

"..." Sirius also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, gasped heavily and stopped talking, and also subconsciously looked at Harry.

Harry felt guilty, feeling that his shameful thoughts had been told to some extent.But that person was also himself, and he was now Lily's child, Little Potter.

... This is embarrassing.

This matter should not be known by Harry Potter.

Harry lowered his eyes and stood still, watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart. He didn't know how to react, but he didn't want to embarrass or embarrass himself.

Black's words were so direct that there was no room for reprieve, at least he couldn't think of any reason for Snape to obscure the matter - Harry couldn't help but feel annoyed.

How else to explain?Even if he's an idiot, he should know!Damn Blake!

The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly turned cold, awkward and frozen.The three stood motionless.

"Harry..."

Sirius whispered a little uneasy.

Snape clenched his fists unmarkedly under his robe, moved his lips as well, looked at the boy but didn't know what to say.

After Blake blurted out those words, Little Potter was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes in silence.The pale-faced boy stood quietly, without saying a word.

Neither look at him nor get angry at him.

This attitude is actually more frightening than Little Potter scolding him.

"—Potter."

Snape's furious and terrifying aura subsided at some point, he squeezed out the name of little Potter dryly from between his teeth, and all the rest of the words that were eager to justify were choked in his throat.

He was speechless about what happened back then, but it wasn't because of Lily that he was right about Little Potter...

Little Potter has always liked him so much, how would he feel if he believed Black's words now?

Snape froze in place with a complex expression, not knowing how to explain: "I..."

"What? Professor Snape?" Harry asked back.

He raised his head and saw the subtle expressions on the black robed man's face changing several times, weird and distorted, cloudy or cloudy.

Harry suddenly understood.

"I'm going back, you guys continue." He whispered, turned around and walked straight towards the castle, without even looking at the two of them.

——Using oneself to judge others, Harry thoughtfully set aside time for himself to calm down.After all, Snape might be too embarrassed to see him again for a while.

"...!"

Snape took a quick step forward, subconsciously wanting to stop Little Potter.

But he couldn't say anything, he could only purse his lips in a complicated mood, and watched Little Potter leave.

"Harry! Wait for me!"

When Sirius saw the back of the godson who was holding back his sorrowful leaving, how could he bear it, he shouted guiltily, and hurriedly followed.

In the distance, Black's desperately explaining and stammering apology could be heard: "Harry, it's not what you heard..."

The big figure entangled the small one and went away, but the figure in the Gryffindor school robe never responded once.Little Potter just strode towards the castle on his own, as if he couldn't restrain his emotions at such a fast pace.

Snape stood alone in the corridor, watching the two people's backs become smaller and blurred, and finally entered the castle.

The wind blew his black robe and swayed, and the empty space was completely silent.After a long time, Snape finally explained dryly:

"The person I like is not..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

"..."

Snape stood there suddenly, a light flashed in his dark eyes.

He thought of a remedy.

——tonight.

Harry, who had returned to the Gryffindor dormitory early, found a package under his pillow after not going to the cellar.

"What?" Harry cautiously inspected the package for danger before picking it up and opening it.

As always, "Harry Potter" was scrawled on the package so badly that if Harry hadn't been so familiar with his own handwriting, he wouldn't have been able to recognize who sent it.

After tearing open the package, scattered red phoenix feathers, curved horns, some white seeds and other materials, and a few well-preserved basilisk fangs all appeared before Harry's eyes.

"..." Harry's eyes widened suddenly, this time he was really stunned.

Combined with the memories of the previous life, these things are the collection of materials that Snape at this age cherishes the most.Goodness knows how hard it is to pluck hairs from Fox.

But now Snape sent them all to him? !

—Has Snape gone mad again!