When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

In the evening when the sky was about to darken, every house was brightly lit, and the tempting smell of food wafted from the kitchen.

The TV was blaring loudly in the living room, and the big, stupid boy was laughing with joy as he walked slowly down the stairs and walked straight through the living room to the door.

"—Where are you going? It's almost dinner time, why don't you come over and look at the pot!" Aunt Petunia glanced sharply out of the kitchen, staring at Harry with displeasure.

"It's something." Harry said lightly, "Don't worry about me."

He walked to the door, bent over to put on his shoes at the entrance, a corner of the wide hem was exposed, and there seemed to be a slender glass bottle containing some liquid in his pocket.

The uncle who was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper turned his head around, touched each other suspiciously with his aunt, and stood up.The big body walked in front of Harry like a hill, and Vernon frowned harshly and threatened:

"Boy! Don't think your wings will be stiff after learning some weird things! You'd better throw these damn things away, honestly—"

"I said I had something to do when I went out." Harry said in a sinister voice, raised his head, but his face was calm, "If——your ears are fine, don't need me to repeat it, I will listen to you before going to bed. Come back, don't worry about me when you eat."

He only has ready-made potions on him now, and he hasn't exchanged them for Muggle banknotes, so it's a waste of words to say anything to this family at this time.

Harry wasn't ready to explain.

"You!" It was the first time for Aunt Petunia to be contradicted by Harry like this, startled and annoyed, "Where are you going?!"

——But those emerald green eyes, like her sister's, looked at her gloomyly, and the atmosphere was inexplicably terrifying, causing Petunia's next reprimand to choke into her throat.

Harry frowned impatiently, turned and opened the door without answering.

"Boy! Come back!" Uncle Vernon growled angrily, but Harry turned a deaf ear and walked out.

Vernon's face turned purple in an instant, probably he hadn't been so ignored for a long time.

"If you're trying to show off your ridiculous toys—turn frog eggs into rabbits, or hang out with your equally eccentric friends! I warn you! I won't—never let you Get out of this door!"

Uncle Vernon rushed over with agility that was out of proportion to his size, slammed the door shut, and burst into a loud growl,

"You ungrateful bastard! You've been taken in by us for so many years and you're only making trouble all day long! You can't get those things out of you with a stick, you're broken to the bone! Tomorrow I dare to hear from the neighbors There is a strange rumor that you will go back to your cupboard this summer vacation and don’t need to come out!”

He sat down on the steps of the doorway, panting for breath, his face turned red.Obviously, it took a lot of effort to say so many things in one breath.Aunt Petunia hurried over to him with a bottle of brandy.

"Don't be so angry, it's not worth being angry with him." She persuaded in a low voice.

Cupboard.

Harry looked thoughtfully at the low door at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes became colder.

Panting for breath, Uncle Vernon tilted his head and took a few quick gulps, most of which spilled on his beard, and the wine slid down his short red neck into his collar.He was still staring at Harry like an enemy, it seemed that he wanted to guard the door, and he was determined not to let Harry go out.

The sound of the TV in the living room became inexplicably quieter. Dudley watched the TV, looking at Harry's face from time to time, with a gloating and complacent expression, as if he was watching a play.

"Finished?" Harry waited for a while before asking blankly, raising one eyebrow.

His face was calm, and he looked at Vernon and Petunia with deep eyes. There was no trace of aggressiveness in his body, but a coolness that penetrated the bone marrow rose from the hearts of the two.

"..."

Vernon took a long breath in surprise, then picked up the wine bottle and took a few more sips.He didn't feel better until the hot liquid slid down his throat, "I, I warn you, no matter what you think, stay in the room honestly, and don't make any wrong thoughts."

What Petunia was about to say was suffocated in her throat, and her momentum was completely suppressed. She could only half hide beside Vernon, and said in a low voice, "...you are just like your mother."

The oppressive storm-like atmosphere brewing in the living room suddenly froze, and Harry's expression also completely stopped.

Intuitively, he felt that Penny would not say anything good next time, but this sentence...connected them.

Harry turned his gaze around Petunia, looked at Uncle Vernon gloomily, and hissed coldly as if he hadn't heard the words just now:

"I suggest that you better get out of the way, if you still want to get a child support payment."

"F-what fee?" Uncle Vernon looked a little confused.

"Alimony." Harry pulled the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "Although in the past 11 years, I can completely ask you for working wages based on the standard of child labor. But for future convenience, I still decided to pay you A sum of child support is regarded as my rent for living here for so long."

"In 11 years, the normal price of a market-priced hotel is calculated. Do you have any objections?" Harry glanced at the two with a half-smile, and dragged his voice ironically, "Thank you for giving me... a comfortable life."

Although he didn't know what Harry Potter's life was like before, he could probably guess some of the ugly scars on his body when he took a shower.

Seeming to have thought of something, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia both had unnatural expressions.

"Don't try to lie to us! How do you have... so much money?" Uncle Vernon asked in a rough voice, dubious, "And the bank is already closed by now!"

"Poor thing." Harry sneered contemptuously, "Your ignorance makes me burn with shame."

He stopped his sneer, lifted his legs and walked over the porch steps, walked straight past Vernon, and twisted open the door.

Just as Harry thought, this time Uncle Vernon didn't stop him, but stared at him, as if he was still angrily waiting for an explanation.

"The wizard's bank is open all day." Harry turned around and added kindly, "and if you think about it with your already big head... you should understand that going to school is to teach me knowledge, not like you That precious son is fattening like a son."

— Dudley's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Is it difficult for you to understand the concept of learning one or two money-making skills at school?" Harry finally tilted his head slowly, and asked in a lazy and soft voice.

"……No."

Uncle Vernon swallowed hard, and said in a daze.He was completely startled by the sense of danger and his hairs stood on end.

"Very good." Harry nodded in satisfaction, "Then when I come back and settle the maintenance fee, and then pay the rent every year, you can't meddle in my business anymore, even if you rent that room to me, can you Can you do it?"

"But you're—you can't—" Aunt Petunia broke into a sharp voice, then fell silent.

She seemed to want to say something, but didn't say it.

However, Harry was keenly aware of what she wanted to say, and raised the other eyebrow sarcastically: "If you really said this sentence, I will actually think highly of you, because of your—"

He suddenly glanced at the door with the end of his eyes, a little surprised, the words that came out of his mouth changed accordingly: "For your kindness."

Aunt Petunia's expression froze, and her eyes were a little confused.

Harry stood at the door without moving, but his voice returned from Snape's sarcasm to Harry's steady, even a little weak.He whispered: "Yes, for your kindness. I live in the cupboard because it is the closest to the kitchen, so that I can secretly find something to eat when I can't bear the hunger. Doing housework is to exercise my hands-on ability. Even if I got scars all over because of something that made you angry, it's still my fault, after all, who made me a monster?"

As he spoke, his eyelids drooped, covering his cold eyes.

Thinking about it this way, what happened to him and Harry Potter is really similar.Others used to call him "the little monster in Spider's End". He also lived in a small, cold, dilapidated room, and was often so hungry that he ran out to find something to eat.From time to time, he was punched and kicked by the drunk man for no reason.

"It seems that I came at a very bad time." A familiar voice sounded coldly at the door.

The man in black robe stood condescendingly on the steps outside the door, his black eyes stared coldly at Harry and his aunt and uncle behind him, and a familiar expression suddenly appeared on his face.

——That was his most familiar, smooth sneer suppressing his anger.

"Did I interrupt your mutual confession, Mr. Potter?"