When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

"It's me, Professor."

The black-haired young man stroked the back of his head and admitted that he still wore those round glasses on his face. He looked mature and tough, and sighed, "This is my only chance to see you, Professor Snape, I thought I couldn't wait for you."

"Are you waiting for me?" Harry understood when he asked, he was silent for a while, and apologized unnaturally, "I'm sorry...I took your body, how can I return it to you?"

The real Harry was a little surprised, his smile widened, but he avoided answering this sentence: "Professor, you have changed a lot, but I have seen it all, you can live with another Professor Snape That's great, that's great."

"..."

Harry frowned. He fixedly looked at the black-haired young man opposite, but the young man still looked at him with a bright smile, and his eyes did not dodge at all. It was completely different from when he was in school before. His eyes looked at him except for anger and resistance. Just disgust, just an immature brat.

Harry had no choice but to ask again: "Potter, are you...alive or what?"

The black-haired young man scratched the hair on the back of his head again, and pondered for a moment—seeing this familiar little gesture, Harry unexpectedly discovered that he couldn't feel any disgust in his heart now.

"As much as I am alive, I am already dead."

In the end, Harry really answered this way, but seeing his expression showed no reluctance, he said very straightforwardly, "In the words of Professor Dumbledore, I may be in a state of existence now, or it may be just your hallucination, it all depends What do you think, Professor."

"..." Harry was even more silent.He felt that he had more doubts now, "...So, why can't I return my body to you?"

The young man smiled and said nothing.

A small group of red began to appear under the white bench not far away. If you look carefully, you can see that it was something like an ugly baby before the resurrection.It curled up tightly, making a weak and labored meaningless whimper, its neck was fragile, and it was extremely ugly.

"Voldemort." Harry looked over and said with certainty.

The black-haired young man also looked over, and the smile on his face faded: "Professor, it seems that we are running out of time. I have something to tell you."

"Voldemort had seven of his Horcruxes. Only four remain. The Hufflepuff Cup in Bellatrix's Vault, the Ravenclaw Diadem in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, and the Black House Kreacher's Slytherin locket, and lastly, the Peverell ring in Little Hangleton Gaunt's old house."

The real Harry said seriously, "Pay attention to the curse on the ring. It is extremely powerful and can confuse people to see what they want to see most. Professor Dumbledore was accidentally tricked by Professor Dumbledore in the last life, and you know the result. .”

"I forced those curses on one of his hands, but I couldn't get them out, and that's how Albus only got a year to live," Harry said sullenly.Now he connected everything in his memory, and it turned out that the ring was a Horcrux.

Harry looked at the black-haired young man with green eyes. He was so stable that he was a little strange. Finally, Harry couldn't help asking: "What happened in the future? Did we win?"

"It's a win." Speaking of this topic, the real Harry's smile disappeared completely, "Voldemort is completely dead, and peace has been restored to the wizarding world, but... this victory was too tragic. Die for it. Professor Dumbledore, Professor you, Sirius, Fred, Lupine and Tonks, Professor Moody, Colin, Dobby..."

"Your sacrifices are too unworthy, or in other words, all the people who stood in front of me and sheltered me from the wind and rain are gone. I hate my cowardice and my childishness. I have made too many mistakes, but After I understand, I only have regrets. Just after the decisive battle, I have collected all the Deathly Hallows—professor, you should have heard the legend of the three brothers, 'As long as you collect all the Deathly Hallows, you can become the master of Death', who I never thought it was true, so I chose to do it all over again."

Real Harry smiled, a little self-deprecating, and seemed to be talking about an insignificant thing.He fixedly looked at Harry, watching very carefully.The cry of the baby under the bench became louder at this moment, its skin slowly turned from black red to bright red, it looked as if it was about to explode, and it kept screaming while the two were talking.

"But..." Harry turned a deaf ear to Voldemort's cry, he was shocked by the amount of information in these words, and asked, "Why am I back?"

This time the black-haired young man answered quickly. He looked at Harry sincerely, with admiration and tenderness in those familiar green eyes: "Probably because...Professor, you are the bravest person I have ever met. You are smart Keen, tenacious and persistent, if it were you, maybe this time there won't be so many tragedies."

"..."

Harry didn't know how he felt when he was praised so sincerely by the little Potter he had never liked the most.But he seemed to understand a little bit how Snape felt when he disgusted Snape with such compliments in his first year? ?

The baby's cry was getting louder and louder, high-pitched and long, almost drowning out the real Harry's voice.He had to raise his voice a little, and said faster:

"One more important thing, Professor Snape! The Peverell ring from Gaunt's old house, my invisibility cloak, and Professor Dumbledore's wand, they are the Deathly Hallows. If this time... …In case of any accident, you can still give others a chance to use the Deathly Hallows to reverse time, this is the last resort.”

"I see." Harry replied sullenly.He thought of the right candidate almost instantly.If he had to tell others about this... of course he trusted Snape the most.

"I'm done with what I want to say." The black-haired young man seemed to heave a sigh of relief, his expression very relieved.He looked up at the pure white sky, and at the baby under the white bench, who was screaming almost harshly, and sighed, "This scene is so familiar."

"Go back, Professor Snape." He urged gently, "Voldemort is about to wake up, you should go back too, remember what I said."

Harry clenched his fists tightly, and asked calmly, "Why didn't you go back by yourself? Potter, I'm just a dead person, and this is your body. Isn't it just to see everyone you know all over again? It's safe and sound, what do you think of staying in this kind of place?"

The green-eyed young man didn't seem to expect that the professor was still persuading him at this time. He was stunned and then smiled, feeling very emotional: "Professor, you are really gentle."

Putting it on someone else, there is a chance to live again, who is not eager to wait?No one cares what the original owner of the body will do.

"It doesn't matter to me." Real Harry shook his head and refused again, "As long as everyone lives well, I can rest assured. In fact, I am not worried anymore after seeing what you did, Professor, right here. very good."

The white world began to collapse, the red baby's cry was terrifyingly sharp, and the figure of the black-haired young man gradually faded away. He suddenly smiled relievedly, but it seemed strange to Harry, as if he was a little cramped?

"Professor Snape, please live a good life with another Professor Snape. I didn't expect you... Then I will completely end my wish." The black-haired young man looked at Harry and spoke vaguely. For a few seconds, he blinked teasingly at Harry without fear of death, and the figure disappeared completely.

Only Harry was left in a daze: "What do you mean? Didn't expect me and Snape...what's wrong??"

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