When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Harry had planned everything for today.

Find yourself in the evening, find a way to stay in the cellar for a meal, and then go back to Gryffindor Tower until the curfew is approaching at night.

In this way, most of the people are asleep, and no one will bother him with what happened last night.

But it's really that the plan can't keep up with the changes, who knows that he will suddenly settle accounts after autumn? ?

Harry pursed his lips and went straight back to the dormitory.

Although he made up a set of rhetoric according to the situation, what happened suddenly just now made his mind a little messed up.He had to calm down for a while, thinking about whether he had revealed any flaws just now, or how to supplement this rhetoric in the future.

There were not many people in the Gryffindor lounge, and most of them ate in the lobby, which made Harry relieved.

And there was only Ron in the dormitory, and he was lying on the bed looking at something rarely.He wasn't surprised to see Harry come back, he raised his hand and said, "Harry! I didn't see you in the lobby, so I brought you some pancakes and chicken drumsticks. Come and eat!"

Harry really wasn't in the mood to eat just now - he was still thinking about tonight.

With his skill, he can naturally escape his sudden attack.He just had mixed feelings about the fact that he had actually used Veritaserum.

These are all subjective mistakes.He let his guard down because it was himself.But he forgot that just because it was him, he would not let someone who might impersonate Little Potter be spared.

This set off alarm bells for him.In the future against Voldemort, making such a mistake again may kill him.

"What are you doing in a daze, Harry? Eat quickly. You disappeared after class today, and Hermione said you must have gone to hide from those people." Ron said comfortingly, "They are really annoying, always pulling I asked here and there. Hermione also told you to keep hiding, and you'll be fine in two days."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to laugh a little.

If he hadn't seen Ron take the initiative to pull people to brag about the deeds of "how Harry fought the mysterious man" many times today, he would have believed it more excitedly and proudly than himself, with a flushed face.

"I'll take a shower first and eat later." He said lightly, took a change of clothes and walked to the bathroom.

When Ron heard it, he jumped off the bed in a blink of an eye, and suddenly hooked Harry's neck—before Harry frowned, he said mysteriously, "Go, go, go!" ! Let's wash together!"

Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"I said, let's wash together!" Ron repeated frankly.

Harry broke free from Ron's arm, and said flatly and coldly, "Although I don't know what's going on in your mind...but I just want to be alone."

Ron didn't care, and eagerly picked it up again, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

Before Harry could answer, he couldn't wait to tell the reason: "You don't know that Gryffindor is spreading the legend now, because no one has ever bathed with you, and everyone is guessing whether you are related to the mysterious What kind of scars did people have on their bodies when they fought... Even if it wasn't like this, everyone is very curious..."

Harry squeezed out a word through his teeth with an ugly face: "—what are you curious about?"

"I'm curious that your body looks different from everyone else's—I didn't mean it, Harry, even I haven't seen you changing clothes, why are you covering up so tightly every day?" Ron couldn't help covering his face. He was eager and curious, "That's what little girls are like, Harry, you can't be a... girl?"

Harry shook his wand expressionlessly.

Ron fell straight down with his curious expression on his eyes, his mouth was still open, his whole body was stiff, and he was directly petrified by Harry.

Harry pursed his lips, lightly glanced at Ron, who was wide-eyed on the floor, gave him a look of admiration or forgiveness, and went into the bathroom aggressively.

If he didn't know that the boys in Gryffindor are all open-mouthed, and now he can't use his best skills - poisonous tongue and point deduction, he wouldn't just use such a simple petrification spell Cheap, this stupid Weasley with a brain worse than a mandrake!

After closing the door behind his back and casting another spell, Harry slowly took off his clothes.

——He has never had the habit of sharing the bathroom with others, neither in the previous life nor in this life.

Harry stared coldly at the boy in the mirror—that thin, short young body with many old, dull-colored scars all over the front and back.It really wasn't a serious injury, and it didn't look like it was caused by corporal punishment. Maybe it was all an accident.But for a little boy, those injuries were not a good experience.

Maybe that was the only familiarity he could find in Potter, what an ugly body.

Harry thought sarcastically.

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