When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

As it happened, the day after Harry's dream was Saturday.

He deliberately got up early in the morning, avoiding the stairs that the students often walked, and walked through two secret passages that he knew before turning to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The reason why it took so much effort was because Harry had figured out the rules of his own life.Snape wouldn't have come to see Albus if there was no rush this early.

The purpose of keeping his tracks from the students' attention was to prevent any Slytherin who saw it and fawned over him and told Snape.

And Harry planned to tell Albus about last night's plan, and the two of them would arrange it carefully. It was almost eight or nine o'clock, and Harry could pretend to have just woken up from a late sleep and hurried to the cellar.

...I have to say that even if he was late for a while now, Snape would just sneer at him and never mention the deduction of points.

Harry was suspicious—could it be that Black was acting that day, and what Hermione Ron said was taken seriously by Snape?

For his own thinking, if Potter was working for him now.

If Potter was completely isolated by Gryffindor every day because of too many points deducted, resulting in a bad mood, abnormal depression, low work efficiency, endless processing of materials, and a completely disproportionate employment and remuneration...

Then he must start to worry about Potter's mood too!

Suddenly, Harry realized that he had found the truth, so he didn't bother with it anymore.

Standing in front of the stone monster, he calmly recited all the new candies from Honeydukes. When he said "pineapple fudge", he was not surprised to see the two monsters jumping away.

"Professor Dumbledore, this is Harry Potter." He knocked on the door before walking up to him.

He waited quietly for more than ten seconds, and with the crisp chirping of the phoenix, there was a response from behind the door.

"Harry, what's the matter for coming here so early?" Dumbledore came over and opened the door in a purple nightgown, with a crooked white nightcap with many small stars on his head, and he The long white beard complements each other.

"Indeed, Professor Dumbledore, there's something I have to tell you..." Harry paused here, trying to organize his words.

Dumbledore turned around and waved his wand to conjure up two Gryffindor red seats. After Harry sat on them, he snapped his fingers.

A hearty, steaming breakfast appeared just above Harry's knees.

——Harry picked up the tray with quick eyes and hands, keeping his hands steady so as not to spill the cup of pumpkin juice inside.He shot Dumbledore angrily.

Dumbledore didn't care about such a reaction, and smiled and gestured to Harry with his palms sideways: "Don't worry, you must not have eaten so early, right? Harry, you can't talk hungry. Eat first."

Although Harry wanted to tell Dumbledore what he had discovered last night as soon as possible, he was not impatient, so he simply followed Dumbledore's wishes and looked down at the tray.

There was indeed a lot of breakfast on the tray, a variety that put Harry, who used to stay in the cellar with a few items that were called monotonous, to shame.He glanced around, and the only familiar ones were the ones he often ate.

Thick sturgeon sandwiches, sizzling grilled sausages and bacon, shiny fried eggs, mashed potatoes and mushroom custard.

Harry didn't feel embarrassed at all and started eating slowly, even though Dumbledore kept looking at him with that "waiting patiently" smiling expression, Harry ate with peace of mind.

——Isn't it just that he can hold his breath better than anyone else, he can hold it.

It wasn't until Harry felt a little full after eating that he had no choice but to bow down, put the tray on his knees, and looked up helplessly at Dumbledore who still had that expression.

"Finish?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Can you tell me what's going on now?"

"Yes." The corners of Harry's mouth drooped a little, and he began to explain reluctantly, "I accidentally connected to Voldemort's brain after falling asleep last night, and saw him staying in a small room with Peter Pettigrew. Together."

Dumbledore's relaxed expression turned serious, and he stared at Harry silently without interruption.

Harry continued: "To be precise, it was Voldemort who invaded my mind when he didn't even know it. He seemed to be able to do it easily, and then I saw that. After I found out, I immediately worked my brain Occlusion cut off the screen."

"So Tom still doesn't know that he has this ability. Is it because of the piece of Horcrux on your forehead... that you have some kind of connection?" Dumbledore frowned slightly, lost in thought.

"How is your Occlumency?" Dumbledore raised his head and asked solemnly.

"Professor Snape taught me in the future." Harry spoke strictly according to the content of the original Veritaserum, leaving no possibility of loopholes, which is true anyway, "I think I have reached the same level as him master class—no exaggeration."

Dumbledore's expression relaxed a little. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Harry, remember that if this happens again in the future, cut off the screen immediately, and don't give him a chance to contact you."

"but--"

"Harry, don't worry." Dumbledore overshadowed Harry's words with a slightly stronger volume, "We still have other channels to obtain Tom's information, and you don't need to take risks."

"If you don't let me take risks, why don't you let Professor Snape take risks?" Harry got angry for a while and asked coldly, "Let him become a double agent again, groveling and lurking in Voldemort By your side, have you abandoned your reputation and future, and risked your life just to obtain that bit of illusory real information?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, staring at Harry unexpectedly a little speechless.

He was silent for a while before closing his eyes and sighing: "Harry, I thought you were just..."

"No." Harry interrupted him, leaned forward, and said forcefully, "Professor Dumbledore, my Occlumency is very good, and I can completely invade Voldemort's mind to check the situation, and I Be sure not to be fooled by the false picture he deliberately displayed. There is no need for Professor Snape to take risks."

"Harry, you have to understand that this kind of life will not happen overnight, but for several years or even many years, and you will be in a state of complete mental tension every day. This is too hard and too difficult for you to do." Deng Bullido had a stern expression on his face, but he still didn't try to persuade Harry, "Slack off a bit, and you're done."

"It's easier than Professor Snape risking his life as a double agent." Harry's hands at his sides were clenched into fists.

It was precisely because Harry knew how painful and insensitive it was to live that way that he didn't want to have to go through it again under any circumstances.

For many years, he has been walking a tightrope with a tense spirit, unable to relax, carefully disguising himself, telling himself that he cannot trust anyone, and when he is injured, he can only comfort himself alone and silently. Even in his sleep, there is endless darkness, supporting him to walk. What remained was the last belief of protecting Harry Potter, and he persisted in that kind of life for several years.

The last few years of his life were exhausting.

"I just need to use my brain, Professor Dumbledore," Harry insisted.

He stared steadily at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore gazed at him gravely from behind his half-moon glasses.The two of them didn't speak for a long time.

"Okay." Dumbledore's voice softened a little, and finally compromised, "I only have one last request."

"What?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to take it lightly, and asked cautiously.

"Let Severus decide."

Dumbledore raised his eyes, put his fingers together and said, "I understand how you don't want Severus to know about these plans, so I'll just call him here and say nothing."

"Harry, all you need to do is to prove that your Occlumency is better than Severus." Dumbledore said with a serious face, "If you can't do this, then your assumption and guarantee just now can't be done. It's all pointless. I'm going to plan on the original decision."

"Is that so, do we need to compete in Occlumency?" Harry muttered raising his head, his eyes sharpened, "I have to win."

"..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at the phoenix sleeping soundly on the sycamore wood next to him, his eyes were a little far away, and he didn't speak.

Although Harry is very determined, in fact, he can't make this guarantee.

He had already been scolded for not telling Severus about the last plan in time.This time the plan must have been hidden from Severus.

So in the end it was up to Severus to make his own decision.

He wouldn't let Harry take any chances.

Dumbledore's thinking was stagnant again, and his expression became a little distressed.

But judging by Harry's appearance, it was obviously not easy to be persuaded.

——Both are stubborn characters, it seems that they can only make themselves a headache how to persuade each other.

The author has something to say: Ps: I revised Chapter 23, It's Time for Lao Fu to see the professor, so that he can escape smoothly, and the professor's future identity as a double agent has not been revealed yet.