When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Harry returned to the Gryffindor dormitory alone in the early morning without being noticed by anyone.

He cautiously looked at the other people in the dormitory—the curtains on the three beds were tightly closed, and the sound of breathing and snoring kept coming and going, obviously they were sleeping soundly.

The room, with the curtains drawn, was dimly lit, creating a sense of tranquil sleepiness.Especially when a person suddenly returns to the warm and soft bed after a thrilling night, this drowsiness will suddenly be magnified.

Harry blinked his dry eyes and lay down on the bed.He didn't fall asleep immediately, but used Occlumency to curb the drowsiness.

Can't sleep yet.

Harry calmly looked at the golden and red curtains on the top of the bed, thinking about it.

His misunderstanding of Potter really left him with lingering fears, and he didn't know if the explanations he just said had dispelled his kindness... To be on the safe side, he should avoid the limelight during this time, and stop using that excuse to provoke himself It's good to deduct points.

If the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets is discovered, Snape will definitely tell Dumbledore to find a time to deal with this big problem.

He had to hurry up and go to the secret room again before the basilisk was killed, otherwise those fresh materials would be lost.

Just make it tonight.

When everything is a foregone conclusion and I can't grasp the handle, there will be no problems.

Harry went through tonight's plan again in his mind, and felt that there was nothing missing, so he closed his eyes slightly and let himself fall asleep.

……

"Potter, stop!" The cold and familiar voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

In the Chamber of Secrets, Harry froze as he prepared to leave.

He turned his head and hesitantly saw a black figure rushing in with billowing robes.

"Very well, very well—Potter, if your poor brain hasn't forgotten what I told you this morning—"

Snape's gloomy face was full of rage, he stepped forward and grabbed Harry's wrist, growling horribly.

His voice stopped abruptly, and he glanced at Harry's dusty and tattered robe, the large blood stains on his front, and the bulging bag on his back.In the end, his gaze stayed on the basilisk that had fallen silently in the middle of the huge room——

Snape's face suddenly turned livid.

He clenched Harry's wrist, and suddenly asked in a low voice that was barely audible: "...you dare to deal with this basilisk by yourself?"

There was an indelible chill all over Snape, and when his cold black eyes stared at people, it was frightening.Harry had no idea he'd looked so terrified when he was really angry before.

He had no choice but to purse his lips and not speak, with an expression of resignation.

"Answer me, Mr. Potter." Snape clenched his wrist until it ached, his voice was still soft and low, with a danger that could not be ignored in the softness, "Do you think that if you have an experience, you have Enough ability to deal with this basilisk alone in the first grade?"

"Do you think your little life won't be lost no matter how hard you try? As long as you get bitten by a basilisk—I can guarantee that you will be bitten to pieces like a cracker, and there will be no bones left." Snape sneered dangerously,

"The boy who once survived the catastrophe will die silently in this secret room, and no one will know. What a long-awaited ending, Potter, do you think so?"

He stared sharply at the blood on Harry's front.

"Of course not." Harry said dryly, and after a pause, he had to explain again, "This blood is not mine, I was not injured."

It was the inevitable splash he had made while cutting the material on the basilisk, and he hadn't had time to clean it up yet.

Sure enough, Snape raised his eyebrows, and asked the next sentence in confusion:

"Then, can Mr. Potter tell me, what are you planning to do by removing so many potion materials that students are forbidden to keep and use from the basilisk?"

Harry's eyes were helpless for a moment, his voice lowered, and he said, "I use it to make potions. After all, I will also be a master of potions in the future."

That being said, Harry was also mentally prepared that he might not be able to keep all the potion ingredients for the basilisk this time.

"Master of Potions..." Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously, with a noncommittal expression.

His expression turned cold, he still held Harry's wrist unceremoniously, turned and walked out.

"No matter what your future is, we need to meet Albus now." There was sarcasm and schadenfreude in Snape's voice, as if he wished to see Harry suffer, "Now we are going to discuss The question of whether a first-year student will be expelled from school tomorrow morning after violating multiple school rules."

"Professor Snape, you killed the basilisk tonight." Harry said suddenly, "I only hope to take away one bag of materials, and the rest of the basilisk and this whole basilisk will be your spoils .”

Harry knew he would never be expelled, but Snape would definitely want to swallow all the material.He had to settle for the next best thing and give Snape the bulk of it, keeping only the material in his knapsack.

After all, Harry has nothing at hand now, only a cheap crucible newly bought this year, even if he wants to make some potions with the materials, he has more than enough energy.This bag of materials is enough for him now.

Snape's expression changed, and he turned around as if suddenly remembering something, with a little surprise in his eyes:

"After Halloween, you boiled the potion and Morat rat juice and put it in my potions office?"