When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

After returning to St. Mungo's on Monday afternoon, Sirius was still concerned about the follow-up.

Early the next morning, he sent an owl letter specifically to Harry, asking how the result was.

Harry resolutely reversed black and white and replied: "Professor Snape not only refused to agree, but I was also scolded severely by him."

When Sirius wrote back again, he was not encouraging, nor was he not comforting, and his hair was about to fall out, so he had to change the subject abruptly, asking why Harry suddenly said he didn't like Snape at that time.

Harry was confused anyway.

— Now is not the time to explain to Black.Now that it was said, he had to run from St. Mungo's at once and pester Harry every day.

The Ministry of Magic's final verdict on the Sirius incident also came down this week, and Peter Pettigrew was officially escorted to Azkaban on Thursday morning.

——This is because Dumbledore didn't reveal that Peter was still an Animagus at all. As soon as Peter left Hogwarts' territory, he turned into a mouse and escaped during the escort, and he never disappeared.

That was what Harry and Dumbledore had been waiting for, but Snape didn't think so.

"—I have no doubt that those Aurors are fools!"

Not long after, Snape, who got the news after the second period in the morning, rushed into the principal's office with strides like a strong wind.

He mocked with a sullen face, "I'm afraid Longbottom is doing better than them—it really surprises me, how did they break the Auror's stupid limit?"

"If one day I can make their brains into stupid potions, I have no doubt that I will be the winner of the Merlin First Class Medal this year—tsk tsk, the judging committee will exclaim for the purity of those potions .”

Harry and Dumbledore looked at each other and could only smile wryly.

Ever since he learned the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape, Snape's expression had been so ugly.

Harry quite understood.

——Even if Snape knew the truth, it didn't take long for him to know the real murderer, and he would hate to watch Peter run away, and he must have exploded in anger.

But this plan can't be explained in detail to himself.

Otherwise, it would be necessary to explain to him why he did so, and it would be impossible to hide the fact that Harry was likely to die.

Harry could only comfort himself tactfully: "Professor Snape, actually you..."

"What did you call me?" Snape suddenly narrowed his eyes and interrupted him, his voice slipping dangerously.

"Professor Snape...huh?"

Harry was a little dazed, but also keenly felt that Snape should not be messed with at the moment.

He looked at Dumbledore next to him in confusion, and the latter smiled very lovingly at him.

Harry subconsciously looked at the pile of portraits on the wall again, and the principals all smiled at him without saying a word.

"Mr. Potter, do you need me to help you recall... the correct address?"

Snape glared at him sullenly, condescendingly approaching him step by step, the air pressure around him was as low as the brief calm before the storm.

It seemed that he took his bad mood just now onto this.

Harry's body stiffened immediately, and before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly called out, "Severus!"

The portraits couldn't help but let out a deliberate exclamation.

Dumbledore looked at them with more loving eyes, paused, and then asked with a smile:

"Severus, I didn't expect your relationship to be so good?"

When Snape heard him say that, his expression turned from embarrassment into anger.

He pursed his lips tightly, his cold eyes scraped across Dumbledore and the portrait on the wall, he grabbed Harry by the collar and hissed indiscriminately:

"Potter! Who gave you permission to call a professor by his given name?"

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

——If you can't call him "Professor Snape" and you can't call him "Severus", what else can you call him?

Harry stared at Snape, broke free from the hand holding his collar, and said sarcastically,

"Yes, the great potions master, Mr. Severus Snape. Your humble student really doesn't know what to call you."

"Can you please teach me with mercy?"

"..."

Looking at the aggrieved and angry look of little Potter, Snape couldn't help but slowly restrain his embarrassment, and looked a little embarrassed.

He moved his lower lip, trying to dryly apologize, but Harry's menacing glance stopped him.

——The black-haired boy gave Snape and Dumbledore a hard look with almost the same eye knife, then turned around abruptly, and left angrily, shaking his school robe.

That appearance, that imposing manner, seemed to be carved out of the same mold as that of the Potions Professor, even the back view was exactly the same.

The door of the headmaster's office was hit by Harry when he rushed out, and it bounced off the wall and bounced back with a loud noise.

The two people in the principal's room were startled by Harry's sudden angry behavior, and they didn't move for a while.

"..."

Snape stood there sullenly, a little at a loss, and could only cast his eyes on Dumbledore.

"Severus, Harry looks more and more like you, doesn't he?" Dumbledore brought up the topic with a smile, expressing that there was nothing he could do to help, and whoever caused it would take care of it himself.

Snape's face darkened further.

He stared at his right hand in self-loathing, and had no choice but to shake his sleeves and leave.

……

Despite the bad moods of both founders, this afternoon's fight club had to start on time.

The four long tables in the dining hall on the first floor were pushed aside, and a tall platform was set up in the middle of the hall.

Interested students from the four colleges rushed over, surrounded the stage tightly, and waited for the start.

Lockhart looked very energetic today, his face flushed with excitement, and he didn't know how much hairspray had been applied to his blond curly hair.

He stood on the side of the high platform with a wand in his air, imitating the appearance of a gentleman holding a cane, and waved to the students in the audience from time to time, very comfortable.

On the other side, Professor Snape, who was dressed in a black robe, also had a dark complexion today, and his aura was so gloomy and terrifying that no one dared to approach him.

"Okay, students, students, look at me." Lockhart cleared his throat and said cheerfully,

"Professor Snape invited me to be his partner in today's fighting club. I have to say that his move is very clever—since all the students know about my glorious deeds!"

He walked up to the stage triumphantly, and spread his hands to everyone, pretending to be relaxed: "Today we will show you how wizards fight. Haha! Don't worry, I will leave your Potions professor intact Give it back to you!"

Harry sneered coldly.

There was a sudden sound in the hall that had become very quiet because of Lockhart's opening speech, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around.

"Harry, what do you mean?" Hermione asked in a low voice, a little annoyed.

Harry looked at himself on the stage indifferently, without answering.

"Let me see, ah, it's Harry!" Lockhart seemed even more complacent as if he didn't understand the meaning at all, "It seems that you don't agree with it?"

"It's okay, it's okay, after getting along for a long time, you will find that I am not such a violent person! Really, Harry, I will try not to hurt Professor Snape as much as possible." Lockhart swore.

"Who does he think he is?" Ron couldn't help listening now, and whispered disgust in Harry's other ear.

"Let's go." Snape, who was standing on the other side, got impatient and interrupted Lockhart's bragging.

"Well, everyone, this is the correct posture before a wizard's duel." Lockhart raised his wand graciously, and confronted Snape on the other side of the table.

"Now we'll count one, two, three," Lockhart explained.

Snape looked at him indifferently from the other side, and it seemed that all the anger of the morning was about to be transferred to Lockhart.

"one."

"two."

"three!"

A smile appeared on Lockhart's face. Before he could raise his wand and wave it, Snape pointed his wand at him and said coldly, "Disarm!"

Immediately after Snape cast the spell, he received a silent impeding spell.

This caused Lockhart to drop his wand, and he himself was knocked out suddenly, and fell to the ground in embarrassment and rolled several times.

Snape put away his wand and waited for Lockhart to rise.

"Uh...I did it on purpose."

Lockhart was still shaking his head a little when he sat up, but he immediately flashed a trademark smile and boasted,

"This is to show you the effect! If you let me make a move, I guarantee that I can beat him to the ground without any effort!"

Snape looked at Lockhart expressionlessly, and slowly raised his eyebrows.

Seeing this expression, Malfoy immediately looked at Lockhart with pity, and shrank his shoulders in fear.

"Professor Lockhart." Snape said in a smooth voice, "I think...the demonstration just now was not comprehensive, at least we have to show them the basic spells."

"And the students are all looking forward to seeing you show off your talents, what do you think?" Snape said with a slight curve on his lips, complimenting him.

Upon hearing this, Lockhart was immediately hooked.

The smile on his face became brighter, and he agreed without hesitation: "Of course! Let's do it again."

"No rush." ​​Snape suddenly dragged his voice, and said slowly, "Students must also want to come up and have a try, so I'll choose a pair of partners to try too."

He called out his name suddenly: "Potter!"

"Your partner is Malfoy from Slytherin." Snape said coldly, looking at Harry from the stage.

He looked imposing, but his voice was slightly inaudible and lacked confidence.

"..."

Harry glanced at little Malfoy expressionlessly, but he still reluctantly stepped up to the stage, without embarrassing himself in public.

But he didn't even glance in the direction where Snape was standing.

"All ready? Then the second round begins. Listen to me one, two, three." Lockhart raised his wand again and said.

Now Snape and Harry were on one side of the stage, Lockhart and Malfoy on the other.

This position is a bit strange, but from the beginning of the stage, Harry chose Snape's side, and Malfoy could only go around the table and go to Lockhart's side--the middle It also struggled to squeeze through countless students.

So when the embarrassed Draco Malfoy got on the stage very unhappy, he stared fiercely at the opposite Potter, determined in his heart that he must give him a good look.

"one."

Harry slowly drew his wand.

"two."

Snape, who was standing very close to Harry, suddenly squeezed out a sentence through his teeth in a low voice: "...Sorry."

"three!"

Harry forced a glare at him, and the direction of the wand's pointing suddenly changed from Malfoy to Lockhart's.

Cleaning up someone - it was clearly something Harry had planned.

"—Flocks of birds!"

However, it is not certain who someone is referring to.

The author has something to say: Snape (suddenly felt murderous?): ...Sorry.

Harry (counting your sense) turned his wand to Lockhart: Flocks of birds!

Ps: The bug has been modified.