When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Final exams are coming up soon.

The second grade subjects were easy for Harry, and he handed in the paper as if no one else was around after finishing it.

Harry pushed open the door of the examination room expressionlessly, straightened his back, swung his robes and strode away.It looked so much like Professor Snape, and Professor Flitwick, the invigilator, couldn't help shaking his head.

"..."

Ron, who was still left in the examination room, raised his head, looked at Harry's leaving back with distress and envy, and subconsciously turned his head to look in Hermione's direction.Sure enough, Hermione didn't finish writing, and she stared at Harry with her pen in her hand, showing a weird expression struggling between unwillingness and admiration.

"Don't look around." Professor Flitwick turned his head and reminded in a shrill voice.

The students immediately lowered their heads again, and continued to work on the questions in anguish. Only the sound of writing was left in the quiet examination room.With his back to the examination room, Harry walked farther and farther away, not surprised by the scene he had just glimpsed - most of the Gryffindor students were frowning.

For those students who usually only thought about having fun and didn't start working hard until the exam, and could only whine, Harry had a mean and vicious attitude no matter before or now, without mercy.These little bastards have a lot of time to squander, but they don't know how to fill their empty heads with a little knowledge.Now it's time for the exam to realize that you regret it, you are all idiots!

He thought meanly, and went out the door to look left and right in the corridor—it was also silent.

These two days are exam days, and the students must be struggling in the various exam rooms. Not everyone can hand in papers so early like Harry.

After thinking about it, Harry turned around and turned down the stairs, striding into the cellar he was very familiar with.The underground classroom was here, and further down was the dormitory for the Slytherin students, and at the end was Snape's office.But now, the two doors of the basement classroom were closed tightly, and there was no need to think about it. There must be a grade in the classroom assessing Potions.Often this was also the busiest time of year for Snape.

Harry didn't stop, and walked straight to the door of the potions office.

"It's Master Harry, welcome." Before he could speak, the Medusa on the door hissed, and then the door slid open with a click.Medusa shook the snake's hair respectfully and saluted him.

"..." Harry's cheeks twitched inexplicably, and he fell silent.

"Don't call me—little master." He said reluctantly, having a headache for what Snape had instilled in Medusa after that day.It always sounds kind of weird.

"Yes, Master Harry!" Medusa changed her words quickly, looking at his pair of stone-colored vertical pupils shining brightly, she was inexplicably excited.

Harry only felt that something was weirder. He wanted to be picky, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what the problem was, so he simply ignored this trivial matter, threw his robe and went into the office.

The lights in the dark office flicked on, Harry flicked his wand, and the fire that had ignited suddenly in the fireplace was extinguished.Now that the weather is getting hotter, it will be a little warmer to light the fire again.The familiar room was quiet and cold, which neutralized the current temperature and became just right.Harry had already gotten used to this environment, so he walked to the bookcase and picked out a thick, heavy book.

Since that day, Snape had opened up to him everything in the office, the rare books, rare materials or any kind of potion in the cupboard.Now that he said it, Harry felt at ease and didn't think there was anything wrong.All of this was originally his own, and it was very convenient to use.

He walked to the desk with a thick book and sat down, took out the ink and quill that Snape was used to from a drawer, and took out a few blank parchments from another drawer, dipped them in ink and Opened the book.

The cover of this ordinary Potions Encyclopedia contained spells, and inside it contained Snape's improved research results on many potions and spells, all of which were unfinished.On the thick stack of parchment, most of them only wrote some messy beginnings, and occasionally some of them got stuck in the middle of the writing.Harry knew that not much had actually been done, because Snape had so little free time to complete his research, he was always extremely busy.

But most of the things here have been successfully researched by Harry in his previous life.After seeing it these two days, he always wanted to find a time to rewrite the process.

— It is especially unwise to let yourself waste precious time on something you already have and repeat it.It just so happened that he had time today.

Thinking to himself, Harry lowered his head and began to write quickly.

Time passed bit by bit, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner again.There was a soft knock at the door, and it was Snape who had returned.He stood very straight, striding into his office with a cold expression, shaking his robe. After the door was closed, his face showed a trace of fatigue, and his shoulders that had been tense were also relaxed.

Harry raised his head sharply when he heard the commotion, took a look at who it was before he relaxed, lowered his head and continued writing.

Snape was stunned. He didn't expect Little Potter to stay in his office, sitting boldly in his seat and writing something. Looking at the pile of parchment on the table, it is estimated that the boy has written at least It's been hours.

Snape walked over calmly, didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes and looked around.

It's okay if you don't look at it, the more you look at it, Snape's relaxed expression becomes serious again, and he looks more surprised.He picked up the stack of parchment with wet ink and looked at it roughly and quickly, and asked in a low voice, unable to hide his shock, "Is this what you will research in the future?"

"It's us." Harry corrected him.

Snape paused, his eyes softened a lot, and he nodded very lightly.He stood by the table, lowered his head and looked again.This time he looked at it very seriously, he could calculate a piece of parchment for a long time, holding the stack of parchment without moving, completely ignoring the surrounding environment.

Snape was eagerly reading, and the shattered hair on the side of his face fell down, covering most of his expression, but he could see his black eyes shining under the light.

As soon as Harry looked up, he saw his silly face when he met something he liked.Since growing up, he has rarely looked like this.

——Snape was happy, and he was naturally happy too.

Harry looked up at his expression quietly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head and continued to concentrate on his research.Although Snape came back, which meant it was time for dinner, it didn't seem like a big deal to Harry.It was rare that he had time to write these today, and Snape was very happy to see the results, so he continued.What is food?

Harry irresponsibly ignored his growling stomach, feeling at ease.

Snape, who should have been deaf to thunder, suddenly woke up from the world of research. As soon as he put the parchment down, he frowned and looked at Harry hesitantly.

"... Potter, what are you eating?" Snape hissed unnaturally.He sternly showed his indifferent expression in class, pretending that he asked casually, he didn't care!

In the past, even if the boy ate at his place, he ordered the food entirely, and Little Potter had no choice.But now, for some reason, Snape began to pay attention to some details that he had never paid attention to before.

Harry didn't realize what was wrong, so he barely raised his head from the parchment, subconsciously said with a small part: "Bread, steak and coffee are fine."

— exactly the same again.

The corner of Snape's mouth couldn't help but draw a happy arc, which was fleeting.

He scowled again and returned to his normal expression, drew out his wand and tapped on the table to call out the house-elf to order.Then Snape was a little annoyed again, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Does little Potter like to eat these, or does he like to eat because he loves to eat, or is it because he is busy writing things that he keeps everything simple?Otherwise, why did Little Potter eat exactly the same things he wanted to order these days?

Snape, who has always been sharp-minded, couldn't come to a conclusion recently, and couldn't help but ponder over it in his heart, and then became more entangled and suspicious.He has never been in a relationship before, and he feels that his methods in this area are too clumsy. Obviously, his observation ability has always been top-notch, but now he has become blind and deaf.

He just wanted to know what little Potter liked.

...how can this be so difficult?