When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

"No." Harry said quickly.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Snape quickly, then lowered his eyelids again, lowered his head and shrunk his shoulders, and whispered, "I'm going to Diagon Alley."

This look was exactly the same as that of the abused child before Snape corrected his posture.

Snape sullenly sullenly, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a fake smile: "Then why are you still standing there? Follow up."

He turned around suddenly, and the black robe drew a neat arc behind him.By the time the Dursleys reacted, the black figure had already walked a few steps away.

"Hey, who are you!" Uncle Vernon chased out of the door angrily and just yelled for a while, but was overshadowed by Aunt Petunia's sudden sharp and high-pitched exclamation:

"—You're that kid from Spider's End!"

Harry looked up at her at the door, but the black figure didn't even turn his head, and didn't respond at all.

Harry stopped looking at her, and walked quickly down the steps to catch up with Snape.After maintaining a relatively distant distance, he asked suspiciously: "Shall we go together, Professor Snape?"

Snape glanced at him inexplicably.

There were thin, dark-haired boys still in baggy clothes that didn't fit them, with backs not upright, and faces with undiminished sulky expressions.

"Potter, have you forgotten everything I taught you?"

Snape wanted to say something, but at first he asked a sarcastic question.

"No." Harry replied quickly, his expression and movements changed accordingly - he immediately straightened his back, his expression returned to calm, and he looked at Snape impartially.

This appearance made him look self-possessed, and even if he was still wearing ill-fitting clothes, he finally didn't look like an abused child.

He turned back into the Potter kid Snape knew at Hogwarts.

"Very good." Snape said in a satisfied and tactful way.

This short conversation came to an end, the two of them suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere seemed to have returned to the indifference of the last time at Hogwarts.

They walked quietly, and no one tried to say anything to stir up the atmosphere.

Suddenly, Snape reached out and grabbed Harry by the collar, with a disgusted expression on his face, then turned around and disappeared on Privet Drive.

His movements were extremely rude, which caused Harry, even if he had good balance, to be unable to maintain his balance after being thrown during apparation-when Harry was standing on the gravel path in Diagon Alley , he staggered back a few steps before standing still.

That's when Harry suddenly realized he had bumped into himself.

The touch on the back was warm and reassuring, and the large and loose black robe rose with the force of his collision, almost completely enveloping him.It made Harry suddenly have a terrible suspicion that Snape was going to wrap his arms around him from behind.

What's more frightening is that he doesn't seem to like that kind of speculation either.

Harry hurriedly walked a few steps away from him as if being stung by a bee, his eyes almost looked like a formidable enemy.

"Mr. Potter, put away your expression, there is no other bull here to duel with you." Snape said with an unhappy smirk.

Had the damned Potter's brain been eaten by the harassment gadfly? Hasn't this little trick of deliberate alienation been played enough?

Who the hell said those stupid things before!

Snape threw off the robe unhappily, and took the lead in striding towards Madam Malkin's robe store.

Harry frowned slightly, and looked in the direction of Knockturn Alley hesitantly.

He wouldn't be so narcissistic that he thought he had brought him to Diagon Alley specially, and an apparition along the way was probably the limit.

So now he should be able to...

"Potter! Don't just stand there, isn't it your first time in Diagon Alley?" Snape's impatient voice came from the front.

Harry raised one eyebrow in surprise, but quickly lowered it, and could only follow obediently.

Well, maybe he should be more narcissistic.

After a few whispered conversations with Madam Malkin, Snape quickly took a package from her hand.Then he took Harry to Gringotts, frightened the goblins with his signature gloomy expression, and quickly exchanged the Muggle banknotes Harry needed.

——Although Gringotts can also exchange things for money, the price will obviously be lowered a lot, which is not as good as making money on the black market.

But since he was with him today, Harry wisely didn't mention the black market, and he didn't think he would tell a minor about places like Knockturn Alley.Anyway, as long as you get money, it's just a few bottles of potions.

The two stepped out of the gate of Gringotts. After the two elves on the left and right bowed deeply with relief, Snape asked coldly: "I assume you have nothing to buy?"

"No." Harry hesitated, but still answered.

In fact, he didn't buy the new second year book and some materials, but Harry knew it was just a routine question before the end.

——I'm afraid I don't want to hear the annoying Potter kid say "No, I still have a lot of things to buy", it would be too stupid to take it seriously.

He didn't want to hear Snape taunting him with a full set of "Various Tongues".

Snape grabbed Harry by the collar again, and in an uncomfortable squeeze, they returned to Privet Drive.

Fortunately, Snape's movements were small this time, and Harry kept his balance well when he landed.

"Thank you today, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, stepped back a few steps to distance himself, and said politely, "It's already getting late, so I'll go back."

Before he could turn around, he heard Snape say lazily, "Slow down."

"Potter...what do you think I took you to Diagon Alley for?" he asked softly.

Harry's heart sank, with some ominous premonition, but he still asked, "Why, Professor?"

A teasing look suddenly appeared on Snape's face, and he walked straight towards the Dursleys' house, saying maliciously, "Of course it's for...the package of materials."

"Potter, I don't need to remind you what we discussed before the holiday?"

Harry's left hand under his fat sleeve suddenly clenched, and his fingertips dug into his palm: "...No need."

Snape said with a fake smile unceremoniously: "Summer vacation is also in the scope of no supervision, so the materials will be confiscated. Do you understand?"

Harry followed without saying a word, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Snape didn't seem to have the idea of ​​"greeting politely to the Penny Dursleys" at all. He swung his wand and opened the exquisite white-painted door, and then walked in amidst the screams of the family. out of the living room.

Harry's eyes moved slightly, his expression became thoughtful, and he walked into the living room at a faster pace, and said without any resistance: "Professor Snape, please wait, I'll go get the materials."

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately refused with a drawn out voice: "No need. Potter—lead the way."

He obviously suspected that Harry was trying to take the opportunity to hide some potion ingredients.

Harry lowered his eyes and agreed, covering his meaningful eyes, then turned and went up the stairs.

In fact, Harry didn't feel that he could try to hide some materials under his nose at all. Harry just wanted to maximize the role of Snape's coming to the Dursleys' house today after losing that package of materials.

Now it seems that I have taken the bait.

Snape stepped on the old creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, and saw that the black-haired boy had turned into the room at the end of the corridor.

He ignored the panicked family following behind him, and walked over.

—and then he saw Harry Potter's room.

Snape froze grimly.

The small room was full of dilapidated sundries, the only table and the closet were also stuffed to the brim, the remaining space was pitiful, and the room was covered with thick dust.It's more like a spare utility room than one's bedroom.

Potter's white owl was barely able to stay on the bed, and the suitcase was on the floor.Other than that, there was nothing Harry Potter in this room at all.All this was illuminated by the dim light of light bulbs on the low ceiling.

Dirty, dilapidated and cold, the environment almost immediately reminded Snape of a memory he didn't want to recall.

And when he was looking at all this, Harry Potter squatted on the ground with a calm expression, and turned out the package of materials from his suitcase.

"Professor... Here you are." The black-haired boy stood up, his eyes slightly distressed and unhappy, but he still handed over the materials.

"Aren't you going to explain it?" Snape looked condescendingly into Harry's eyes and didn't go to pick up the materials.Instead, he glanced at the room with an unhappy look to indicate.

"...I don't have any potion materials hidden anymore." Potter didn't seem to intend to say anything about this environment at all, he just made a serious and aggrieved excuse.

——No, it's not that Little Potter doesn't intend to say it, it seems that he has no such awareness at all.Who could be more picky when sleeping in a small, dark cupboard than in a utility room?

Aha, thank you Dade, at least there's still a light bulb here!

Just like he was used to Spinner's End and that man's drunken beating, Harry Potter, who lived here since he was a child, is probably used to being an abused child without any needs.

Snape thought of the boy's thin and timid appearance when he first met Harry Potter, and his eyes became more gloomy.

After the corner of his mouth was raised and twisted into a sly smile, he said succinctly:

"Stay here."

Then Snape turned around abruptly and walked out of the room, the black robe was thrown away in a sharp arc behind him.

Harry actually saw the murderous intent.