When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

"..."

Harry held those phoenix feathers in silence for a long time.

He swears by his 38 years of experience as Snape, he is definitely not the kind of character who can give away his favorite potion ingredients.

...Especially after the nemesis had just revealed in front of little Potter that he once liked Lily.

Harry wanted to think about Snape's thoughts in terms of himself again, he just needed to measure himself—

No, this time I really can't save it!

Harry put the materials back on the bed, staring with a headache.

What was he thinking? ?

Because Little Potter didn't know about it before, he could have a bad attitude at will, but now that his mind has been punctured, Snape wants to make it up to him?

What a joke!

Or did Snape simply want to use these hush money for today's affairs?

Less likely!

Don't even think about spitting out the things in Snape's hands, and he is more used to "forget everything" when he keeps his mouth shut.

Harry frowned tightly.

Or……

Because Snape has always protected him as a more Lily-like existence, and today he was caught by Black's words, so he simply stopped covering up?

Harry's expression was cloudy and uncertain, but his face became more and more serious, and faint anger and irritability grew in his heart.

He felt that his temper was inexplicable again, so he simply pushed aside the curtain, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.

It was already evening, and Ron had come back to go to bed and was taking a bath inside.

When he heard the noise and turned around, he screamed in fright, his cheeks blushed with freckles in embarrassment: "Harry! Why did you come in suddenly? I locked the door."

Harry wasn't in the mood to look at the red-haired kid's slim figure, so he went straight to the mirror on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror.

Those green eyes were as familiar as ever, every arc and line was exactly the same as he remembered.

"Uh...brother?" Ron covered himself awkwardly, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry stared deeply into those eyes, but didn't dare to look deeply.

These green eyes were originally lively and cheerful, pure and bright, and beautiful as if they were covered with tiny stars.But now the green is as bleak as a pool of stagnant water, deep and strange, without a trace of innocence.

"Harry? Did something happen to you and old... Snape?" Ron asked bitterly, "Because of your godfather?"

Harry turned a deaf ear to the mirror and blinked, allowing the light from the bathroom to refract in. He stared at it carefully, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that touching green light up again, so beautiful.

"..."

Harry immediately calmed down.

There is nothing wrong with liking Lily myself.After all, Lily is so beautiful that everyone should like her.

"I'm fine." Harry replied succinctly.

With no worries, he turned around and went out, putting away the materials contentedly.

Ron stood in the bathroom in a daze for a long time, horrified by Harry's behavior, he didn't care about taking a shower, and hurriedly wiped off before chasing him out.

"Ha...Harry?" Ron swallowed, and asked more worriedly, "Brother? But you look—do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Or is Snape talking about you again?"

There was no movement on Harry's bed, and it was dark in the curtains, with no light, as if the master had fallen asleep.

Ron panicked even more.

Merlin, what a crow's mouth he is!

This must be a problem again, let him talk cheap!As long as Harry's godfather doesn't come, everything can be said, so it's here!

Potions class will be tough again in the future!

Harry on the bed was actually closing his eyes, absently thinking about where he should hide these precious materials.

Hmph, the things in his hands won't spit out like Snape now!

Harry thought grimly.

……

The next evening.

Harry avoided the stalking Black, resigned himself to his fate, took the bag of precious materials, and went awkwardly to the potions office in the cellar.

He dumped the materials on Snape's spacious desk with a clatter, and stood still.

The black-robed man who was grading homework stopped his quill, raised his eyelids and looked at him expressionlessly, with doubts in his black eyes.

"..." Harry pursed his lips tightly, struggling not to speak.

Snape clenched his pen tightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

His eyes glanced at the materials on the table calmly.

The phoenix feathers are all pulled out, so there is no way to keep them intact, and the quality of the snake teeth is not the best.The two most precious materials are like this, not to mention other materials, each has its own small problems.

Snape used to think that these materials were already precious things that ordinary people couldn't find, and the flaws were not concealed, so he couldn't be more picky.But looking at it now, he always felt that it was just like that.

Snape frowned indistinctly, and turned his gaze back to the boy.

"Has Professor Snape's excellent memory forgotten that I'm only a second-year... student this year?"

Harry asked through gritted teeth, emphasizing his 'second year'.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

Harry felt his heart was pierced, staring at those materials wishing to swallow them alive, he said angrily:

"With my current magic power, I can't boil such high-level potions, and these materials can't be preserved until then. So I still want—thank you—Professor Snape for his kindness."

He gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "These materials should be kept with the Potions Professor to make better use of them. I kept the previous pack of materials and it is enough."

——So that was the reason.

Snape's heart dropped back.He quietly observed the little Potter standing in front of the table.

The boy's expression remained the same, and he seemed to have completely forgotten about it after a day.No pain, injury, shock, or negativity of any kind as he'd imagined.

Perhaps this is the credit of these materials.

——But the most fearful thing is that little Potter feels that he won't live for a few years, so he buries those emotions as before, pretending not to care.

Snape's heart sank.

He tentatively said slowly: "Yesterday..."

Harry was quiet, and immediately answered the words with humor: "I know, you are my... Mom's good friend."

The man in black robe still frowned at him.

Harry looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You mean... I don't mind, Professor Snape."

He didn't mind Snape thinking of him as some kind of support for Lily.After all, that's what he did.

The black-robed man frowned even more after hearing this, and his fingers holding the quill began to shrink, with an unhappy expression, trying to suppress the anger in his voice, and said coldly:

"Don't listen to Blake's nonsense!"

He couldn't explain it, but the fact was not what Black said.The reason he likes little Potter is not...he wouldn't be so profane about Lily and little Potter.

The boy stood silently and did not respond, but his expression looked disbelieving.

Snape was furious and powerless, hating Black for a moment.

...Little Potter has decided that he likes Lily, what will happen to his mood?But I still want to accept it so swallowingly.

idiot! !

Snape didn't choose what to say, and asked coldly:

"—I used to be disgusted when I saw old Potter's face! Harry, why on earth do you think I kissed you?!"

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but froze suddenly.

"..."

He looked at the man in black robe with terrible air pressure in front of him incredulously, and suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

"...Professor Snape, what do you call me?"

The author has something to say: Snape: You... Mom is fine.but--

Harry: She's fine.

Snape: She's fine, but—

Harry: I know, I don't mind, don't worry.

Snape (growling unbearably): I mind!I'm worried! !Honorable Mr. Potter, can't you keep your mouth shut and let me finish? !

Harry (reluctantly): - well you say it.

Snape: But it's you I like.