When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Dumbledore's request was to hone little Potter as much as possible, so it was not the most critical moment, and hoped that he would not be exposed prematurely.

But at the real moment of life and death, as long as he hesitated, maybe Potter would die.

Snape's mind wandered, he raised his wand and was about to cast a spell——

But Little Potter seemed to be driven into a hurry, turned his wand and pointed at himself and shouted: "Torn apart!"

Immediately, a red light rubbed the Philosopher's Stone in his hand and hit the ground, as if his hands were shaking.

Both Quirrell and Snape broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wait!" Quirrell shouted immediately.

He stopped still a few steps away from Harry, with a look of panic flashing across his face: "Potter, don't be impulsive!"

With a cold face, Harry stopped pretending to be scared, and almost hissed, "If you insist... it's safer to destroy this kind of thing."

Now the silent spell can't be used, most of the spells can't be used, and the fighting skills can't be used, let him deal with Voldemort as if he was useless... This is simply a fantasy.So this is the only way he can think of that matches his superficial strength.

To be honest, he was really surprised... How did Little Potter save the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort and kill Quirrell.

Wait... Does this mean that he is not as good as Little Potter? !

The corner of Harry's mouth twisted suddenly.

"Let me talk to him... let me talk to him..." The familiar and terrifying voice suddenly sounded.

Quirrell hesitated for a moment, then turned around and untied the turban that had been around his head - a terrifying face was looking at him indifferently.

Harry froze almost invisibly.

The former Dark Lord was powerful and charming, and he did not regret following the Dark Lord.But now this unrecognizable snake face...

He'd better look at Quirrell.

"Potter." The snake face spoke, "Why don't you hand over the Philosopher's Stone? The great Lord Voldemort will not treat you badly after his resurrection."

Harry's expression grew more serious.

Although this familiar and soft voice came from his old boss, as long as he heard it, he would think of those bloody and frightening years.but……

"You killed my parents." He said in a flat voice, in a narrative tone.

Lily...

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and his voice became terrifying: "So you don't want to?"

Snape next to him had tensed his nerves, only waiting to rush out if he was attacked.

Harry's face was stern, and his heart was also on the alert.

Voldemort said, full of killing intent: "Kill him!"

Quirrell was about to turn around and raise his wand when Harry saw the timing and shouted, "Disarm!"

At the same time—Snape was surprised for a moment.Because the silent spell he issued combined with Harry's spell and hit Quirrell's wand at the same time.

The wand immediately flew upside down from Quirrell's hand, and then exploded, sending sawdust flying.

Harry also looked strange.Now that Quirrell has completely lost his wand, he can let go of his fists and feet a little bit.

I still remember the plan he made before, which was to let Dumbledore discover that he was actually better, so as to speed up the plan.

"Flocks of birds!" A large flock of birds chirped towards Quirrell, and Quirrell could only wave his hands angrily to drive them away, trying to rush towards Harry.

Harry took two steps to the side, and cast another simple spell: "Thousand bullets!"

Originally, this curse could only make the birds slam into Quirrell, at best, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.However, Harry silently increased the output of magic power, causing the birds to scream sharply and shoot off one by one like cannonballs.

Quirrell was smashed to the ground, and the muffled sound made Harry feel pain for Voldemort for a second.It's a good thing he doesn't have a nose, otherwise it would definitely hurt more.

Quirrell passed out completely without struggling twice.The group of little birds were still relentless, beating him in the face and making the sound of bones breaking.

Snape looked at Quirrell with lingering fear, and then glanced at Harry again.

"Get up! Idiot!" Voldemort roared angrily, but Quirrell remained motionless.

Harry stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket, then went over and turned Quirrell over.Voldemort's murderous face was once again exposed in front of him.

Seeing him raise his wand, Voldemort's pupils constricted suddenly: "Potter, what do you want to do?"

Harry looked at him complicatedly.

Think about Voldemort in the past, and then think about Voldemort who will be resurrected in the future, they are all so powerful and terrifying.Now that he was lying in front of him so weak and helpless, it made Harry feel mixed feelings.

"Torn apart," he said, pointing at Voldemort.

This is the only somewhat lethal spell he can use so far, as long as he increases the output of magic power, it will be no different from the weakened Shenfeng Wuying.

Voldemort let out a growl of rage, and snapped off the back of Quirrell's head.Harry was taken aback, but he had almost used up all his magic just now.

Voldemort turned into a black shadow, flew towards the door suddenly, and fled quickly.

Snape didn't care about hiding, and hurried a few steps to cast a spell, but it was too late when he raised his arm.

...that figure has disappeared.

In the empty room, there were only Snape with empty eyes and Harry with some relief.

"Professor." Harry looked at himself, trying to say something to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere: "So you have been...by your side?"

Snape came back to his senses and saw the black-haired Potter boy looking at him with joy and emotion (?).His cheeks twitched involuntarily.

It happened to be the truth, and he couldn't refute it.Snape had no choice but to ask coldly: "It's already past the curfew, and I haven't asked you why you are here?"

A good opportunity for Harry to deduct points!

He bowed his head in shame, and said in a low voice: "I think Professor Quirrell is sneaky...he must want to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so I'm here..."

"To stop him?" Snape's voice raised in doubt, and then became stern:

"Stupid! Arrogant! Reckless! Mr. Potter thinks that his reputation of living will make the enemy surrender in fear? Don't forget that you are only in the first grade!"

"Because of your night excursion, Gryffindor deducted fifty points." Snape said without guilt.

He knew it was time for Albus to give little Potter some points by going tonight.

Harry was so trained that he couldn't hold his head up.

The flames at the door suddenly disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore hurried in, looked around, and his eyes stayed on Harry.

"My child, are you okay?" He asked with relief and worry.

Snape sneered: "Mr. Potter couldn't be more kind, just put—"

He glanced at the unrecognizable Quirrell on the ground in disgust: "—Professor Quirrell's life and death are unknown."

Harry ignored Snape's sarcasm, and only looked at Dumbledore with a "saved" face, and said, "Professor, this is the Philosopher's Stone."

"You kept the Philosopher's Stone safe!" Dumbledore said with a smile, in a very pleasant tone.

Harry looked at the old man with kind eyes and a very childish smile, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And Snape just watched coldly from one side, pursing his lips in displeasure.

He couldn't tell why.

The author has something to say: I modified the plot here so that Voldemort did not see the professor