When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

The next moment, Snape came back to his senses.

He immediately stared at the skinny boy in front of him in horror.

--He's crazy? !He actually felt that the little Potter boy was like himself!This boy looks exactly like old Potter!He also has old Potter blood flowing!

"Get out," Snape said suddenly dryly.

Harry looked at himself in front of him suspiciously, suddenly lost his mind, and then his expression changed drastically.Tonight's training has only started for a short time, and he is about to drive himself away.

"Professor Snape?" Harry took a step forward instead, looking straight into the man's empty black eyes, trying to observe something.

He was very happy to end the torment early, but he couldn't figure out why his abnormal reaction was.

So how can he leave with peace of mind?

"I'll say it!" Snape's voice seemed to be suppressed.

He avoided Harry's questioning gaze, staring blankly at the top of the black hair in front of him.It looked like the calmness before the outbreak that was forbeared.

Harry frowned, but ran out of the cellar quickly.

——At least he knew that he didn't want anyone present at such a time.

"Poor kid, what did you do to get kicked out? Although the guy inside has a bad temper, he's not so bad, right?" Medusa on the door hissed gloatingly.

"Shut up." Harry gave her a cold look.

"Wait, can you understand what I said?" The snake tail on Medusa's hair stood up in surprise.

"Obviously." Although Harry answered her with a flat expression, his heart throbbed.

In his own opinion, the language he speaks now is no different from English.But what Medusa said means that what he is now speaking is actually Parseltongue.

This is the snake language of the Potter kid?

Before Harry could continue to think, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You... come in." Snape stared at him with complex and surprised eyes.

Although Harry suddenly wanted to complain about him, he still remembered that the current situation was not suitable for talking in the corridor, so he obediently went in again.

The heavy door slammed shut, and the black figure threw off his robe and turned around, staring straight at Harry.

"How can you speak Parseltongue." His eyes were terribly hollow, and his voice was even more jerky than before, almost squeezed out of Harry's shoulder.

Harry recalled that when he first found out, that moment was indeed like falling into an ice cave.

The same cold hissing sound as the Dark Lord's, almost dragged him back to the bloody and brutal memory.

In front of so many people, he immediately used Occlumency to prevent himself from subconsciously touching his left arm.

So the reaction of my current self...is not surprising.

Especially after the inexplicable mood became very unstable just now.

"Speak." Snape's body became more imposing, and his hand holding Harry's shoulder was even more forceful, which made Harry feel that the bone in his shoulder was about to break.

"I don't know." Harry could only pretend to be at a loss and murmured.

According to Dumbledore, it was Lily who used the spell to protect the Potter kid, so that the Dark Lord's spell was rebounded and he lost his body.A small piece of his soul is attached to Potter, so Potter needs to die at the end.

The Potter family has nothing to do with Slytherin's blood, so he can guess that it is because of the Dark Lord's little piece of soul that Potter has the Dark Lord's snake language ability.

Can he tell himself this?

The last time he tried his best to protect the boy for so long, he was about to die suddenly, and there was still no turning point.

This simply negates the only remaining meaning of his existence.

That's why he was able to choose to die without nostalgia after handing over his memory in the last life.

"……I have no idea."

So Harry could only mumble like that.

Snape looked deeply into Harry's eyes, trying to judge what he was saying.

Then he relaxed his strength, and his expression returned to indifference: "I assume Mr. Potter doesn't want to be killed for some reason because of his special ability?"

"Well, I won't say it." Harry pursed his lips, trying to make his expression as sincere as a child's promise.

Although he didn't know it himself, this rare combination of lips pursed and nonchalant expression (thought he was serious) made him more like Snape.

...Merlin, is this kid really a troll from the Potter family!

And he, is he really tired?Why do I always feel that this kid has the blood of the Snape family tonight?

Snape's pupils shrank, and he took a step back abruptly, his mouth dry for his guess.

"Then, the door is there. That's it for tonight." He hissed to see off the guests.

The little boy in front of him remained silent.

"I say--"

"Professor Snape." Harry cut himself off abruptly.

Although Harry didn't know what to say next, he was just in a bad mood.

Even if it's me, even if I like to target the Potter kid, can I just come and go with him?

Still twice!What do you take him for?

The author has something to say: Harry: Hehe, the dignity of the Snake King is not something that can be thrown just by throwing it away.I'm going to do something.