When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

On the second day, the temperature suddenly dropped.

The weather had been very cold recently, and everyone was still shivering in thick cloaks.Now that the temperature has dropped again, the students are complaining.

The students who are taking the herbal medicine class are probably the happiest group of people - because the temperature in the greenhouse is moderate, and the cold wind outside is almost two worlds.

Hermione stood at the door of the greenhouse, looking out through the blurred glass, with a worried expression: "It looks like it's going to snow soon."

"H-mione, don't look! Come and help hold this mandrake!" Ron shouted profusely with sweat.

The little mandrake in front of Hermione had already dozed off in the new pot.And Ron was still holding the flower pot with one hand, and desperately grabbed the mandrake with the other and pulled it out.

The little mandrake let out a shivering high-pitched scream, and its two weed-like hands slapped him on the face indiscriminately, and the scene was chaotic.

Ron couldn't dodge in time, and was beaten several times. He bared his teeth and yelled again: "Hermione——!!"

"You hurt it!" Hermione gave him a disgusted look and ran over.

Why didn't Ron ask Harry for help?

——Because of his precise technique and fast speed, Professor Sprout had already led him around in the greenhouse to help him.

"It's really hard work for you, Harry." Professor Sprout gave Harry a slightly apologetic smile, "Sure enough, the seedlings of Mandrake are still a bit reluctant for the first grade."

"Actually, it's okay." Harry replied in a low voice with some disgust. "The second grade can help change the basin, and these students who are about to end the first grade shouldn't be so bad. Professor Sprout, you should treat them Just be stricter."

Professor Sprout cast a gentle and appreciative look: "Harry, you are really like your mother in this respect, she is always smart and studious, and very hardworking. I see her shadow in you .”

Harry's expression froze slightly, and he lowered his eyes.He didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"Oh, there are only a few pots of Mandrake left that have not been repotted. Let's dismiss the get out of class soon after we're done." Seeing this, Professor Sprout immediately changed the subject in a considerate manner.

"Okay, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried towards Ron.

With Hermione's help, Ron finally stuffed the mandrake into the new pot.It's just that the mandrake seems uncomfortable, still waving its branches and leaves.

Harry hurried over to pull/out/remove the Mandrake and stuff it again.

Ron slumped to one side, visibly exhausted.

He watched Harry's movements with fixed eyes, and suddenly murmured: "I finally know what Snape meant when he said that we have no brains than mandrakes..."

Harry paused and turned to look at him in surprise.

"I can't even cure a single weed!" Ron wiped the sweat from his brow, mocking himself loudly with lingering fear.

Hermione snorted amused by him.

The corner of Harry's mouth also raised a strange arc, he coughed as if holding back a smile, and then resumed his tone.Slowly teasing Ron:

"Mr. Weasley finally got one thing right...so, do I have to give Gryffindor a point for that?"

Ron immediately looked at him in horror, and then shuddered: "Harry, why do you talk like Snape! Don't scare me! I'm not as brave as you!"

Harry angrily took off the earmuffs and put them back in the basket in the greenhouse, ignoring Ron.

The students walked outside in twos and threes, and when they reached the door, they all shrank their necks in unison.Harry walked out directly, his expression unchanged, as if he didn't feel the cold at all.

Hermione, who hurried to follow, poked Ron immediately.

"Oh! Hermione, what are you doing!"

"What did we agree on earlier, Ronald? Don't mention Professor Snape, Harry is still in love!"

"Lovebroken?" Harry's mouth twitched and he turned his head away.

What Hermione and Ron whispered seemed to ring in his ears.

He walked up to the two of them in a few steps, but his body leaned forward slightly, but there was no movement.The aura on his body was so frightening that the two of them held their breath.

"I'm not broken in love, moreover, that kind of thing has never happened from the beginning." He summed up word by word, his eyes swept over Hermione and Ron in turn, making sure that these two people would stop thinking about it.

"Got it?" He asked flatly.

Hermione and Ron nodded timidly.

Harry just tossed his robe and strode away aggressively.

From the back view - that billowing robe is simply the second generation of Snape.

Hermione and Ron watched Harry walk away in silence.After a while, Hermione quietly asked, "Do you believe it?"

Ron shook his head very vigorously, and said with a distorted and painful expression, "He unconsciously imitated Snape, speaking and walking, I believe he is the one to blame!"

Hermione sighed again, with a headache on her face: "Harry is getting deeper and deeper, but he is still angry with Professor Snape... It is absolutely impossible to let Professor Snape give in first. Possibly, so Harry will only be the one who suffers in this way..."

Ron imagined that scene for a while, and his expression twisted: "So the only way is to make Snape treat Harry better?"

"This is simply—something that can't be done at all!" Ron shook his head and said in disbelief.

"Who says it's not." Hermione also sighed sadly, and the two walked away slowly.

At the door of the greenhouse, Professor Sprout asked with some embarrassment: "Severus, you came to see me... What's the matter?"

Snape watched the two students go away blankly, and replied stiffly: "...I don't think I need your help for the time being, Pomona."