When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

The broken wooden door of the small bedroom moved in response.

The last thing Harry could see before the door was shut completely was the black figure disappearing menacingly down the corridor.

He hurried to pull the doorknob, but the next moment, he was keenly aware that the door was cast with a confinement spell and a warning spell.

This made Harry's idea of ​​peeking at the situation completely shattered.

He could only try his best to stick his ear to the door, trying to guess the movement downstairs... It seemed to be Aunt Petunia's scream?There were also some broken words, some of which Harry could barely make out:

"...Nephew? I'm sorry I forgot that you don't know what a 'sister's son' is...Need I explain? A dictionary is coming!"

"I'm sorry, I forgot again. It is impossible to have a dictionary in a family that raises a son like this."

"Personal attack? Mrs. Dursley, I'm just stating the facts... Am I mistaken? Is your son playing outside instead of this ugly fat three-hundred-pound baby sitting in front of me?"

"When I think about it, I think the entire wizarding world will thank you, ma'am... It's a good thing you didn't raise Potter like your own son... Yes, we don't need Piggy Savior."

It seemed that Snape had sensed that the volume of his sarcasm was too loud, and then there was a sudden buzz behind the door, and no matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't make out a word.

That's probably a curse.

Harry held back the laughter until his guts felt like a knot, he gave up and left the door, sat on the bed and waited.

It's a pity, because Harry would rather hear himself say a whole set of "classic sayings of poisonous tongue" at the moment.

Just thinking about the faces of the Dursleys now made him gloat.

It is an honor, after all, there are not many people who can listen to a complete set of quotations by myself.

The door was opened again soon, Harry put away his smile reflexively, and looked over with a confused expression.

Snape strode in with a refreshed stride, full of astonishing aura.

"Pack up your things," he ordered.

"Where...where?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"The living room," Snape replied after taking another step before turning his head, scanning Harry once.

A mixed complacent and mocking expression suddenly appeared on his face: "After all, it takes some time to tidy up the room."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia also timidly came up at this moment, with faces full of anger and daring to speak, they dragged into Harry's room with a broom and rag.

Uncle Vernon's face turned dark purple again, but he still didn't shout out, but secretly stared at Snape from the corner of his eyes aggrieved.Harry wondered what made him so obedient.

"Hurry up," Snape urged impatiently.

Harry had to look back again, and followed him downstairs.

In the living room, Dudley huddled on the small sofa with a pale face, dumbfounded, and it seemed that he hadn't recovered yet.But seeing Snape coming down the stairs, he flinched again, lowering his head as if trying to shrink himself out of sight.

There still seemed to be a chilling and chilling atmosphere in the living room.

After all, it was probably the first time in the more than ten years that Dudley Dursley had been ridiculed so obliquely.

Poor thing, it was the first time I encountered Professor Snape's full-on poisonous tongue baptism.

Harry selectively forgot how he had pissed off the Dursleys before heading out.

With Professor Snape's kind reminder, the Dursleys cleaned surprisingly quickly.After just half an hour, the small bedroom looked completely new.

Those sundries that should have been thrown away were thrown out by Uncle Vernon directly through the small window. After all, there were too many broken things. If they were removed one by one, Uncle Vernon might not be going to the company but the hospital tomorrow morning. up.

Aunt Petunia had wiped down the desk, wardrobe, and floor to nothing but rows of tomes of Muggle books.The bed has also been replaced with a new set of sheets and quilt covers, which is no longer the original faded and worn-out set.The tidied up cubicle is now so much bigger that it barely looks like a real bedroom.

"...Potter, put your luggage down."

Snape pursed his lips harshly, looked critically at him for a long time before saying so.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who were still out of breath, were relieved and couldn't help wiping their sweat.

Harry complied happily, and Hedwig also cooed and flew up to the top of the clean wardrobe and remained still, looking very satisfied.

Snape folded his arms in front of his chest, and said slowly: "Mr. Potter, I will supervise you next. Assuming that you cook any potion that exceeds the magic power of the first grade this summer - don't doubt it." , I'll know right away."

"At that time, you will definitely be willing to try the feeling of being a kitten, or choose to get in touch with two barrels of slugs."

Snape said such threatening words with a half-smile, and the black pupil still gave Aunt Petunia a condescending look, his eyes were very stern and terrifying.

Harry suppressed a smile, nodded his head seriously, and repeated: "Professor, I will. If I can't do it, let me turn into a raccoon, or squeeze two barrels of slugs."

Aunt Petunia's expression grew more fearful, and Uncle Vernon's face began to turn blue.

"Wow... I can't wait." Harry sighed, shaking his head, and he could barely hold back the laughter in his throat.

Snape gave Harry an annoyed look, turned around with a flick of his robes and Apparated.

Harry guessed in a good mood that he might have become angry from embarrassment.

"Crack!" Uncle Vernon threw the broom to the ground angrily, and the sound woke Harry up.

"Boy—" Vernon's face was still deep purple, he pointed at Harry through gritted teeth, took a few breaths but didn't dare to come over, and growled, "You're proud of yourself!"

Aunt Petunia stood beside her without saying a word, she just looked down at the wall with a guilty expression on her face.

Harry took in their expressions, the smile on his face subsided, and without saying much, he took out the stack of Muggle money that Gringotts had exchanged.

Uncle Vernon's angry expression froze on his face.

"These are only part of the alimony. I will give you the rest in two days, so that we can settle the bill. From now on, I will be one of your tenants, and you don't have to worry about eating, and nothing else will bother you." You," said Harry.He glanced at the brand-new small bedroom, and added with a half-smile,

"Even if it's a rented hotel room, it's at least clean and tidy, right?"

Uncle Vernon deflated like a deflated ball, and now he was completely speechless.

"...Harry." Aunt Petunia called out with a disturbed expression, as if she wanted to say something.Harry put the banknote into Uncle Vernon's hand and interrupted her:

"Okay, go out if you have nothing to do, I'm going to sleep."

It was already late at this moment, and the night outside the small window was dark. Most people had eaten dinner and watched a few episodes of TV series, and were getting ready for bed.

The two left the small room without a word.

Harry closed the door and looked back at the brand new little bedroom before finally relaxing.

From now on, this is where he will return to for several months every year.

Harry walked towards the bed, and made a sudden movement, feeling something strange in the room.

He looked around suspiciously, his right hand had silently clenched his wand, and his gaze was finally locked behind the half-open wardrobe door.

—There seemed to be something in the empty closet.

Harry was pretty sure it had been empty when Uncle Vernon showed off their cleaning just now.

He raised his wand cautiously, then frowned as if realizing something, and put his wand back.

Harry hesitated and slowly reached out, and pushed open the wardrobe door, completely exposing the thing inside.

To Harry's surprise, it was a familiar package.

...Harry was sure that this was the package Snape had brought from Madam Malkin tonight.

With a complicated expression, he untied the string tied on the package, slowly and carefully took out the things and spread them on his lap, and took a closer look.

Sure enough, it was two sets of shirts and trousers that fit well.

I actually bought two sets of Harry Potter-sized Muggle clothes!

"..."

Harry covered his eyes with a headache and let out a long sigh.

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