When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Headaches are headaches, but I still have to wear clothes.

After all, all of Harry's Muggle clothes didn't fit well, and he could still wear a wizard's robe to cover it up when he was in school, and he was already uncomfortable with other people's strange eyes when he came back.

—that brought back some bad memories for him.

A few days later, Harry went to Diagon Alley again to purchase a batch of potion materials.Due to his own threats, he really can't make potions other than first-year magic now, which leads to a lot less potions for Harry to choose.

So Harry locked himself in his room for the next whole month, cooking those low-cost and low-priced potions that required a huge amount to make up for the maintenance fee.

Because the basilisk material was taken away by Snape, Harry's idea of ​​secretly brewing the potion during the summer vacation was shattered. Although Harry didn't say anything, he has been brooding these days.

Even though Snape scolded the Dursleys for him and bought two sets of clothes by the way, Harry still planned to take revenge on himself when he saw the opportunity.

who is he?In essence, he is still Severus Snape, who has a mind smaller than the tip of a needle, and who will take revenge relentlessly.

Now he just needs to wait patiently for school to start.

It wasn't until late July, when Harry handed over the last batch of money to Uncle Vernon, that he finally felt relieved.

"We owe nothing now," he hissed.

"..." Seeing Harry's face, Uncle Vernon moved his lips, but rarely said anything.

After all, Harry had spent so many days shutting himself in his room with his hair completely unkempt and tangled.The fundus of his eyes were all black and blue, and because of the reversal of day and night, his complexion also tended to become sallow again.He looked tired and scruffy, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

Uncle Vernon held the banknotes in his hand, and hesitantly stood at the door, as if hesitating to speak.

Harry raised an eyebrow suspiciously: "Is there anything else?"

Uncle Vernon cleared his throat, as if he was considering how to make his next words clear: "Actually... today is an important day, we all know it."

"What?" Harry was confused.

"The day I made the biggest deal in my life." Uncle Vernon said emphatically.

"Maybe I should say congratulations." Harry sneered, losing interest in what he said next, "If there's nothing else, I'm going to close the door."

"Wait—" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with his small eyes, and his voice was even a little cramped, "I mean—you, uh, you're not going out today, are you?"

His speed of speech accelerated a lot: "Wearing your strange clothes... passing the living room with an owl... holding strange things, or making loud noises in the room..."

Harry understood now.

"Whether the tenant wants to go out or not should be his own freedom." Harry squinted his eyes and said tactfully, he saw Uncle Vernon's face turn purple again in an instant, "but--it just so happens that I plan to watch it in the room today Books all day."

Harry thoughtfully prolonged his voice and said in a low voice, "No owls, no loud noises, no going out. Satisfied?"

Uncle Vernon nodded in disbelief, as if a little weak: "You can do your best."

He stumbled down the stairs, turning his head to look at Harry again.

Harry closed the door calmly.

Compared with Uncle Vernon's attitude towards a scourge, he didn't intend to think too much.

When others don't provoke him, it's not a strange reason to promise some insignificant things to ensure that the two parties will live in peace.

The moment Harry closed the door and turned his head away, his face darkened.

On his flimsy little bed, a creature quietly appeared.

Bat-like ears, bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls, and a battered but clean pillow cover over the creature.

"Mr. Harry Potter!" it shrieked, jumping off the bed and bowing deeply to Harry, touching the tip of its nose to the carpet.

"House-elf." Harry said in a complicated voice, with a hint of disgust, and the last part of the sentence was swallowed into his throat.

--More than.

Because it is a house elf in the house of Harry's "good friend" Lucius.

Now comes the question... what is the Dark Lord's number one man doing sending a house-elf to his nemesis' house?

At the same moment, Harry heard the door downstairs open, and Dudley's stupid voice sounded very gentle and polite now: "Mr. and Mrs. Mason, can I help you with your coats?"

It seems that the object of Uncle Vernon's "biggest deal in this life" has come to the door.

"Mr. Harry Potter! It's an honor Dobby - an honor to meet you!" the house-elf in front of him was still squealing, looking up at Harry excitedly.

"Hahaha, I guess Dudley must have forgotten to turn off the TV upstairs! You little rascal." Uncle Vernon's fake and exaggerated laughter sounded very guilty and annoyed.

Harry frowned suddenly: "Quiet!"

Dobby's voice is too penetrating, but now he is forced by the rule that minors cannot perform magic outside of school, and he can't even close his ears to listen.

Dobby immediately stopped talking, and only stared at Harry with eyes of admiration and admiration, with a joyful expression on his face.Seems to be waiting for him to say something.

Harry felt uncomfortable being looked at by that look, his voice could not help but soften a little, and he asked dryly, "You said your name was Dobby? So what's the matter with you today?"

"Oh—yes, sir. Dobby—this matter is a bit difficult, and Dobby doesn't know where to start." The elf's expression became a little distressed and trembling.

"Then speak slowly." Harry reassured it, and glanced at the wardrobe indiscriminately.

Snape put a spell on the wardrobe before he left.Because Harry can't use magic now, he can't figure out what kind of spell it is, but because of his previous control over the spell, he can vaguely feel the existence of the spell.

Given what Snape had said, Harry guessed it was some sort of spell to detect if the magic in the room exceeded his standard - and that would be bad.

But if Snape was still concerned about whether Aunt Petunia's family would continue to treat him harshly, then the spell must not be a triggered detection spell, but a warning spell or something.

In that case Harry could take a gamble.

Dobby shook his head suddenly, his expression became distressed, and then he jumped up suddenly and slammed his head against the window: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

The iron bars outside the window were all rattled, and there was a loud noise. Harry's face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "Stop!"

Dobby bumped it a few more times, and then stopped pitifully tugging at his ears: "Mr. Harry Potter... Dobby wants to punish himself, Dobby, Dobby didn't——Dobby can't do that!"

On the other hand, Harry was keenly aware of Dobby's self-punishment, and asked in disbelief, "Dobby, did you sneak out?"

Big news, when will the house-elf disobey the master's order and sneak out by himself?

"Yes, yes," said Dobby, sobbing.

"Then Dobby, why did you sneak out to meet me?" Harry asked, listening distractedly to the noise downstairs.It was quiet down below, and the crisp sound of goblets clinking could still be vaguely heard. The voices of Aunt Petunia's conversation with the lady were so low and fast that he couldn't make out a word.

"Because Dobby - Dobby wants to protect Harry Potter!" Dobby continued to sob, "Mr. Harry Potter is brave, but this time - it's really too dangerous, Dobby must come to warn He, even if Dobby goes back, his ear will be caught on the oven door..."

"Protect me?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Most of his attention was on the wardrobe now, trying to figure out in his mind how to trigger the spell without magic in order to call himself over.

Presumably, when I saw Dobby, I would be misled into some guesses.

"Yes! Protect Mr. Harry Potter!" Dobby wiped away tears suddenly, looked directly at Harry and said loudly, "Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts!"

Harry narrowed his eyes slowly.

His voice also softened, and he asked in a soft and silky voice: "Why can't I go back to Hogwarts? Is this what you thought, Dobby?"

"Yes - Hogwarts will be very dangerous!" Dobby said as he couldn't bear it and slapped his ears desperately. "Harry Potter must stay in a safe place!"

"What do you know?" Harry asked thoughtfully.

Reminiscent of the biggest danger in Harry Potter's second year, Mr. Basilisk, who was released inexplicably, it seems that Lucius is the mastermind.

It's just that Lucius doesn't seem to know that the basilisk has been killed by him?

Harry pursed his lips in a teasing arc.

"A conspiracy - Dobby knew about it months ago!" Dobby continued to cry, "Harry Potter must never return to Hogwarts!"

There was a moment of silence downstairs, and Uncle Vernon's laughter became even more guilty: "The TV that young people watch these days is really noisy, Dudley, turn off the TV!"

Dudley said yes, and the heavy footsteps started up the stairs.

"Stop your crying." Harry's voice was almost a whisper.

He is very annoyed now.

He didn't do what he promised others, not to mention making a fool of himself in front of unfamiliar Muggles. This realization made his face start to burn.

"Go into the closet," Harry hissed, hearing Dudley's footsteps stop outside the door, and seemed hesitant to knock.

"Mr. Harry Potter—!" Dobby walked into the closet reflexively, trying to continue yelling.

"I don't want to go back either." Harry interrupted it. "Now shut up and be quiet."

Dobby's expression became pleasantly surprised, he stopped talking, and hid in the closet obediently and waited.Harry hurriedly opened the door again, and said to Dudley with a sullen face, "You should go downstairs."

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and walked back without saying a word.It seemed that he was really scared by Snape last time.

Harry quickly closed the door, turned around and saw Dobby poking his head out of the closet, and asked in a low voice expectantly: "Mr. Harry Potter...are you really not planning to go back to Hogwarts?"

"That's right." Harry said tactfully, "but you also understand—I'm a student, and if it wasn't for special reasons, I couldn't help but go back to school."

Dobby's eyes couldn't help but slanted towards the door, Harry raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Do you think Muggles can prevent professors or principals from checking on my situation?"

His left hand has silently grasped the slender glass bottle in his pocket.

"So Harry Potter needs—" Dobby didn't know what to realize, and he suddenly pointed a finger at Harry, "I'm sorry—but it's for Mr. Harry Potter's sake!"

Harry's sense of danger suddenly increased at that moment, and he threw the glass bottle out of his pocket without thinking.

Dobby quickly dodged to the side, and the action just now was interrupted.

The slim glass bottle was slammed against the inside/wall of the closet and fell down, shattering, and the gray liquid soaked into the bottom plank.

"Potions." Dobby looked back to check the situation, shook his head with a sad expression, "Mr. Harry Potter is so kind, this can't deal with Dobby."

Harry's other eyebrow was raised high, and a perfect smirk appeared on his face: "But another person can deal with you."

"What?" Dobby was taken aback.