When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

By the time Lucius was sent away, the atmosphere in the cellar was as frozen as the North Pole.

Snape didn't care that Harry stayed in his office, as if he had made up his mind to treat him as air, he closed his eyes when he sat down at the desk, and took the time to rest and refresh himself.

Those who assaulted the Death Eaters last night had been busy all night, and they were exhausted. It was just that Snape was always good at hiding it, and when it was finally his turn, there was a trace of exhaustion on his face.The man in black leaned his head sideways on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and relaxed his frowning brows.Harry stood there watching like an invisible man, struggling with headaches and a little secret joy.

Being able to relax in front of him, does this mean that he is not regarded as an outsider?It would be too tiring to hide anything between the potion partners who get along day and night.

...But judging from his own emotions in the previous life, he was so tired that he just wanted to have a good rest at this time. It was not the right time for Harry Potter to apologize for disturbing him.But if you look at it from Snape's point of view: Harry Potter has already pissed him off, and if he stands here without apologizing, isn't that even more irritating?

Harry, who has always been decisive, is now in a dilemma, falling into a rare hesitation.

"Speak up, Potter." Snape said suddenly, eyes closed, "Standing there as a mural won't make my room any more beautiful."

He'd made up his mind last night that he wouldn't be quick to forgive little Potter, but tomorrow was Armageddon, and Lucius was right.In order not to leave any regrets, Snape already regretted it in his heart, he just lacked a step to reconcile.

"..."

Harry took a deep breath, feeling as nervous as the morning he had asked Lily for forgiveness, and his hands were starting to go numb.Having prepared himself, Harry said decisively without hesitation: "Severus, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't—"

The man in black robe leaning on the chair suddenly opened his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and looked at him with an unpredictable expression.

"I don't care about your emotions."

Harry started to stutter, he tried hard to recall the apology he had prepared overnight, but his keen brain completely went on strike, and the words that slipped out of Harry's mouth became confused, almost incoherent, "Sorry... I I mean, I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me."

He took another deep breath, and said with difficulty and dryly: "I'm always very clumsy and make a mess of things."

"Stupid, and... cowardly." Harry searched for words in his mind, and after a pause, he said these two words in a low voice.He was trying to suppress the extreme discomfort, and opened his heart to express his true evaluation of himself.

It was undoubtedly very difficult for him, but the two Weasley boys had a right saying, how much he paid to show how much sincerity to apologize.

Besides Lily, the most important person in his life was definitely Snape.So after figuring out his own feelings, Harry was unwilling to comment and belittle the name "Harry Potter", using his impression of the boy in his previous life and using this tricky method to gain Severus' understanding.He prefers to use the most clumsy method——

If he really exposed his shortcomings frankly, if sincere self-criticism and apology would make Severus less angry, he would ignore his feelings and do so.He begged Lily desperately last time, but he couldn't say it when he was young at that time, they were not that close after all.The day of the breakup was a pain he will never forget.

"I--"

Harry settled down, ready to continue criticizing himself.

The feeling of showing yourself to someone for the first time is too uncomfortable, but if that person is Snape, who he used to be, that feeling seems acceptable.He knows he's always screwed up on this...hopefully this official apology will work, he's more sincere today than he's ever been in his life.

"That's enough!" Snape interrupted Harry unbearably.

The man in black sat up straight from the chair, glaring angrily at the boy with a puzzled expression, his expression changed for a long time.Although Little Potter apologized well, but this clumsy and humble way of ingratiating made him feel familiar, so familiar that it almost stung Snape, which made him even more angry.

…It was precisely because he knew how embarrassed he had been that he could understand little Potter's mood at this moment.Therefore, he couldn't listen to little Potter and forced himself to continue.

After a while of silence, Snape let out a low sigh helplessly from his throat, and stretched out his hand to squeeze the tightly furrowed brows a few times with a headache.

"I don't think so, Mr. Potter." The man in black robe put on a cold smirk again, and said bluntly.Snape tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest, and patiently retorted, "Your perception of yourself—is too paranoid in some respects."

"..." Harry's heart moved, and he keenly sensed the omen of reconciliation.

And Snape was even angrier because of his words, and although it wasn't quite right to say it, he was suddenly in a good mood.It was as if the whole body was soaked in hot spring water, and the whole body was warm.

"Perhaps so."

Harry gave in with a good attitude, and followed suit with kindness.He learned Lucius' skills in a smooth tone, and started to compliment 'himself' like a real student, although a little clumsily: "—Professor Snape, I should listen to you."

Snape's cheeks twitched strangely for a moment, and he almost couldn't help showing a faint smile. Fortunately, he still clearly remembered that he was angry, so Snape forced his face coldly, full of momentum. Sitting oppressively behind the desk, he stopped making a sound.

——Actually, the acting skills were astonishingly fake, and Harry could tell at a glance that he was careless. It seemed that the potions professor had calmed down.

Now the atmosphere in the cellar has completely eased.

"Don't stand there stupidly! Mr. Potter. It's holiday time, and I'm not interested in confining students in my private time." Snape sneered, and waved his wand to turn the chair behind Harry back into a soft sofa.He hesitated for a moment, got up as if nothing had happened, turned around and went back to the bedroom, leaving only two plain words in the air,

"I'm going to take a nap, and I'll be up before dinner. There's - no bed for you. Harry, do what you want."

Looking at the stiff back of the man in black robe as he left, Harry heaved a sigh of relief.He shook his arm calmly, the wand slipped into his hand and was clenched, and a silent spell was released at the same time - the narrow soft sofa was transformed into a comfortable bed by Harry, perfect.

"It's okay, Severus." Harry wasn't stumped at all, and his tone of murmur became relaxed, and he couldn't help feeling complacent, "My Transfiguration is pretty good."

The author has something to say: The big professor with a complicated mood (pause for a while, indifferent): ... Oh.

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