When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

That day, Ron Weasley's screams could be heard almost throughout the castle.

Facing the questioning of the shy and angry Ron afterwards, Harry shyly said that he was so frightened that he lost his voice, so he didn't scream.

--joke.

Nothing since his manhood had made him scream aloud.

Ron and Harry were even better after that -

Going through a danger together is indeed a good way to promote friendship.

Ron was always enthusiastically guessing why there was a three-headed dog hidden in the castle, and Harry just listened, nodding from time to time as if to participate.

Harry knew that he would face the Dark Lord face-to-face at the end of the term, so he tried his best to show that his fighting talent was excellent in normal times - which was undoubtedly difficult.

Under the strong garlic smell and disgusting smell of Professor Quirrell in the defense against the dark arts class, no one can concentrate on listening to the class, let alone care about Harry's skills.

Well, only Malfoy seems to be the exception.

Harry began to think that if Dumbledore or the other professors couldn't find out, he was going to find an excuse to fight Malfoy.

In the busy, before you know it, Halloween is here.

There were many bats flying in the sky in the lobby, and the food feast at night became richer and more delicious. Everyone was laughing and laughing, but Harry's mood became very bad.

Even hearing the news that Slytherin's school team is very strong this year and may win the championship again, it can't make him feel better.

The gloomy Harry didn't maintain his usual shy look, he just sat and didn't eat.He stood out among a group of happily eating and drinking Gryffindors.

Harry knew that even if Dumbledore saw it, he would not doubt himself today.

He raised his head and glanced at the professor's chair, not surprised, he didn't see Professor Snape.

—At this time of year, be alone in the cellar.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open with a slam—Professor Quirrell rushed in in a panic, screaming loudly:

"Trolls—there are trolls! In the basement classroom!" He walked a few more steps with difficulty and passed out.

There was a moment of silence in the air, and hundreds of children screamed, jumped up, and fled towards the door in panic.

Dumbledore immediately stood up and shouted to stop, but it was obviously useless. He had to raise his wand and let out a piercing salute to silence the terrified children.

"Prefect, immediately lead the students from each house to the dormitory." Dumbledore said.

"Come with me! First graders! Don't stray—" said Percy at once.

Harry's face darkened.

He remembered.

That night, because of the presence of giant monsters, he was ordered to check the status of the three-headed dog on the fourth floor, but was bitten by the three-headed dog under the design of Quirrell.

As long as he can arrive in time and apply an "Ahola Hole", he can help himself.

"Harry, where are you going—" Ron asked in a low voice in surprise.

Harry paused, and suddenly looked back at him: "Wait, where's Granger?"

He remembered the last time he found the three in the women's toilet.

Ron was taken aback, remembered something, and his face suddenly turned pale: "I seemed to make her cry this afternoon, her classmate said that she was still in...the women's room?!"

damn it--!

Harry decisively changed direction and rushed out, not forgetting to ask: "Go to the professor and tell her about this—I'll go find her!"

Harry wanted to curse that Granger - well, he wanted to curse himself even more.

—how did he forget about Granger?

Originally, he thought it was the Potter trio who were going to take risks with the trolls. The lies Granger told last time were really unbelievable.So as long as he doesn't bring those two with him this time, he won't encounter the troll again.

I didn't expect it to be like this!

Now he can only let things develop like the last life.

Although he would be injured, as a professor at Hogwarts, he couldn't care less about the safety of the students when he knew about it.

Damn it—it hurts to hurt, it happened once anyway.

All he could do was sneak a Mordrat juice afterward.

Harry thought bitterly.

Merlin bless him for remembering which girl's bathroom he was in last time.

In the distance, Harry heard a female voice screaming, and an indescribable stench pervading the surroundings.

Harry drew his wand and rushed in.

A huge ugly hunk appeared in his sight.

The little brown-haired girl hid under the sink in the other direction, screaming helplessly.

"Shut up!" Harry hissed coldly, and he rushed straight in and cast a series of levitating spells, causing the debris of the toilets that had been smashed by the troll to fly up and smash towards the troll.

He didn't forget to say the magic spell aloud, and he didn't forget to control his speed so that he didn't cast the spell so smoothly.

"Come here!" Harry called hurriedly to Hermione.

Those fragments can't do any harm to the troll, they can only delay it temporarily.

But the girl seemed to be terrified, and she just kept curling up inside.

Harry's face was tense, grim.He ran towards Hermione quickly, under cover of rubble, with great agility.

Then he grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her outside involuntarily.

The troll let out a roar, swung its giant club and smashed down, and the sound of icy wind flew over their heads—Harry quickly pulled Hermione out of the bathroom.Where they stood just now was a pit made by the giant stick.

Without saying a word, Harry dragged Hermione around and ran away.

"Ha, Harry?" Hermione seemed to have recovered at this moment, calling him tremblingly.

"Run first," Harry said succinctly.

He glanced at the troll chasing after him, with a trace of trouble in his eyes.

Why isn't Professor McGonagall here?