When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

——This sentence quickly gave Snape a profound experience.

When the tall magical double-decker bus stopped at the side of the field road in Little Hangleton, and two figures, one big and one small, rushed down slightly staggeringly, even Snape's face turned into an ugly look. A look like he swallowed a fly.

"..."

He worked very hard to maintain the dignity of the Potions professor in the car, and maintained a calm appearance throughout the whole process, but the moment he got off, Snape still stabilized himself for several seconds before making sure that he stood on the ground instead of being dizzy Holding on to the tree, he spat out weakly.

"There will be no next time." Snape said with an ugly face, straightened his back, and coldly gouged out the boy who was gloating beside him with the same pale expression.

"I said the magic bus is very exciting." Harry shrugged, immune to his level of eye knife, it didn't hurt or itch.

When wizards need to go to far away places and apparation cannot be reached at one time, in order to save time or physical strength, many people will choose the magic bus.As long as you pay enough, it will arrive quickly and well.

The only fly in the ointment is - of course, driving fast does not guarantee the situation on the road.Compared with the magic bus, the Quidditch that Snape hates the most, the level of bumps and chaos is simply child's play!After Harry was lucky enough to take a magic bus once in his previous life, he was deeply shocked.

Since it was unavoidable this time, it didn't seem to be a disadvantage if I had to sit with myself.

After resting for a while, the two of them asked someone for the way along the field ridge, then changed direction without saying a word and began to climb the back mountain.According to the villagers of Little Hangleton, Gaunt's old house is on the back hill, and there is no one there, only a dilapidated house left, and no one wants to go there.

"If it hadn't been learned in a dream, who would have known that the famous Peverell Ring is hidden in such a place." Harry gasped and climbed up with difficulty, looking at the crumbling stone house not far away on the mountainside , sighed and raised the corners of his lips trying to sneer.

"Mr. Potter should take care of himself first." Snape glanced at Harry, his voice was cold and calm, but there was a hint of concern in it.He stood still on the spot, folded his arms and looked into the distance expressionlessly, as if he was going to carefully observe the hut for a while before passing.

Harry finally had time to rest, nodded his head and sat down to rest unceremoniously, trying to recover his strength.

For the same distance, Snape didn't blush or pant, and walked fast with his long legs.But Harry's body was still too weak, just at the level of an ordinary boy, without much exercise.Even though he had followed Snape's pace all the way, Harry would not be reluctant to accept it now that he was given a rest time.

When Harry recovered his breath, Snape observed for a long time, vaguely saw the doorway, and began to draw out his wand, sketching something in the air.That was the spell that dispelled the magic on the hut's outermost defenses.The lips of the man in the black robe trembled slightly, and he muttered something quickly and silently, and the magic spell in his hand was drawn faster and faster.

Voldemort's level of protection spells made it easy for Dumbledore to do it, but it was a little difficult for Snape's level.After all, sometimes the background is also very important.

Harry drew his wand without thinking, and began to chant a spell.He has a much deeper understanding of these things than the current Snape's research, and he can guide himself to use simpler and more skillful methods, but his magic power can't last long, and it still depends on Snape.

Two figures in black robes, one big and one small, stood upright, waving their magic wands in unison, full of some kind of silent tacit understanding.Without needing to say anything, Snape took the initiative to adjust his spell, faintly catering to Harry's rhythm.

So comfortable, so light.

Even though he was fighting against the defensive spell set by Voldemort, the corners of Harry's mouth couldn't help but slowly raised, and his heart felt as light as if it was going to float.

That's it.

That's what he longed for.

The greedy hole in his heart seemed to be filled at last, he was no longer agitated, no longer made him uncomfortable, and became calm and happy.

He and Snape were the most sympathetic people in the world, and when they did things together, they were twice as effective.But what puzzled Harry was that casting a spell this time was different from making potions in the past, and the joy was many times greater.This moment is like—

Harry slowly put away his wand, looked at the complex spells that shattered and disappeared around the cabin in front of him, and saw the figure in black robe beside him also put away his wand, his subconscious first reaction was to turn his head to look this way, There was concern in the dark eyes.

Harry and Snape looked at each other for a split second, and in that split second there was a realization.

It's just like……

Snape was his half.

Snape was his hand, his wand, his mind, the inseparable part of his body, his past and his present.He didn't want to leave Snape, how could one leave himself?He also didn't want to be satisfied with the cold relationship of the potion partner, they were obviously closer - something closer.

But what else could it be?

Harry didn't understand.

He has always been alone in his more than 30 years of life, so he is eager and happy now. He clumsily wants to find a relationship, but he can't think of it after searching.That is himself.There may not be many people in the world who have the same experience as him, and no one needs to think about how to establish a relationship with themselves.

"Potter?"

Snape's familiar and deep voice sounded, he stared in surprise at the boy who had been in a daze since just now, and the testing medical spell had already raised his hand and dropped it.The tests showed that everything was normal, but Snape was still very worried.

His brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles piled up like a hill on his forehead.

Snape was worried that some spell he didn't know had surreptitiously hurt young Potter.

"No, I'm fine, let's continue." Harry pressed those thoughts deeply in his heart, pushed away distracting thoughts, and calmed down again, "I'm not hurt, I just figured out something."

"Let's go." Holding his wand tightly in his hand, he took the lead in walking towards the hut.

It was a dirty, dilapidated stone house, half of which was about to collapse, and the surrounding weeds were overgrown, and the brambles and vines grew wildly, almost covering the house.A dead snake was nailed to the dark wooden door with a knife.It was worse than the run-down houses Snape had seen as a child in Spinner's End.

After the spell was broken, on the ground in the middle of the hut, there was a black gemstone ring placed upright.On the gemstone of the ring, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows was engraved.This is exactly Peverell's Ring, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and the Resurrection Stone of the Three Hallows.

"Wait." Snape said suddenly just as Harry was about to step over.He calmly changed his wand to his left hand, held Harry's hand, and cast a dissatisfied glance at the boy, "Let's go together."

Harry shrugged noncommittally, turned his gaze back to the ring, and raised his vigilance.

No matter what Snape thought... no matter how much he cared about him, he wouldn't allow Snape to be cursed.

When the two were only three steps away from the ring, the situation changed suddenly, and the ring began to create illusions-this is Voldemort's greatest ultimate move, it allows everyone who comes to see the picture he most desires, thus luring The man took the ring and was cursed to die.

Harry found that he had changed back to his previous image, the familiar black robe and familiar hands.There was also a familiar red-haired woman in front of her, with a beautiful and gentle smile.

"Lily..." He trembled his lips and said dryly, his mind was drawn to it.

"Severus." Lily's smile was as carefree as she remembered in the past. Even after experiencing the Voldemort period, her beautiful green eyes were still clear and glowing, revealing a kind of perseverance that would last forever. It was so nice, as if she hadn't broken with Snape.

"We have won!" Lily walked over happily and embraced him actively, bringing a burst of familiar fragrance and warmth, "What are you waiting for? Is our new headmaster of Hogwarts shy?"

She tilted her head and asked jokingly with a smile.

Harry found familiar grounds around him.There are round tables for guests, plates full of delicacies, Lily in a white wedding dress, wizards talking loudly, familiar people and unfamiliar people.

All this he had seen when Lily and Potter were married.But this time is different—this time the groom is him.

Harry almost forgot what he was doing just now, only knew that now he was going to get what he wanted.

"Do you want me to bring you the ring?" Lily still maintained the posture of hugging him, revealing the delicate and beautiful ring in her hand.

Harry stared fixedly at the ring, almost smiling happily, Lily was still holding him, and all around were Lily's smell and warm touch.All this is the picture he dreamed of.

Lily didn't break with him, Lily was alive and well, and Lily felt the same way about him... He didn't lose his reputation, he became the headmaster of Hogwarts gloriously, and now he was getting married amidst the congratulations of everyone.

What a beautiful scene, so beautiful it almost made him want to cry.

Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath greedily, let the warm breath stay around him more, then resolutely pushed Lily away, and said wearily: "——No."

This illusion is hundreds of times stronger than the effect of the Mirror of Erised.Harry almost thought he was going to sink in too.But he was still that despicable and dirty Severus Snape, no matter how attractive such beauty was, it did not belong to him.

Rather, the more he longed for it, the more he realized in pain that he was not entitled to it.

He used to have thoughts about Lily, but the feelings were too complicated. He couldn't tell whether he liked Lily. He was never a good match for Lily. Even in the illusion, if he accepted it, it would be Blasphemy against Lily.

Harry would never allow himself to do that.

The scene in front of him froze, the sun was shining brightly, and the wedding scene with a good atmosphere suddenly shattered. Harry returned to Gaunt's cabin, the light dimmed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The man in black robe came over, Snape couldn't help but hugged him tightly, the shattered hair on both sides of his cheeks fell down, the man sighed deeply, as if he was finally satisfied with something.

"Severus?" Harry stood still, but raised his eyebrows.He wasn't surprised that Snape was emotionally unstable, because he was also having mixed feelings at this moment.He was just surprised that Snape had chosen to hug him.

"I already know...Harry." Snape's voice was hoarse and low, and he raised his eyelids, the dark and empty eyes suppressed the pain and the deep emotion after being betrayed.

"what?"

The man in black let go of him gently, as if he was embracing Harry for the last time, his voice returned to an unmoved cold silence, but there was still a little trembling in it: "Maybe I should What's your name... Snape?"