When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Harry was taken aback, with a hesitant expression.

But Snape already saw the answer in his attitude.

"Why do you have the password for my office? Or, that Medusa let you in without authorization?" Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"No." Harry replied hastily, "The password you changed is basically potion ingredients. I just memorized the potion ingredients."

Harry still has a certain affection for the Medusa who has been guarding the door for him for decades, and he doesn't want Medusa to be removed in a muddle like this.

"back……"

Actually recited it again.

Snape's cheek twitched, and he tried to hold back his admiration from looking at little Potter.

He nodded coldly, and finally said flatly: "My office is not a place where you can come in and out casually, I hope you can keep this in mind—"

Snape took a sudden step forward, looking down at the boy.His nose almost hit Potter's face again, and he whispered oppressively:

"Got it, Potter?"

Harry restrained the thought of stepping back, stared at Snape's lips that were close at hand, and said cautiously, "I understand."

... He has to be careful, or he will run into it.

Snape also suddenly noticed little Potter's gaze at this moment. He straightened up suddenly as if he had been scalded, reached out and grabbed the backpack on Potter's back, and said harshly:

"These materials will also be confiscated. Even if you have the memory of being a potion master in the future, it would be too fantastic to control the magic power with your first-year body."

What the hell is going on in his head all day, idiot!

Snape tried to take the backpack, but there was resistance from there.Harry clutched the other end of the backpack tightly, and his voice became dry: "You are also a master of potions, and you should know how uncomfortable it is when you look at precious materials but can't use them."

Snape stiffened.

He looked at those complicated green eyes - this time Little Potter didn't lower his head as quickly as he did in training before, but kept looking at him persistently.

Snape couldn't help but look away first, he reluctantly agreed:

"...you can do what you want. But there is one thing, you must be in my office while doing those experiments, under my supervision."

Snape sneered apologetically: "I don't want to inexplicably bear the charge of defaulting to the death of students doing illegal experiments."

He let go of the backpack, turned around and walked towards the huge body of the basilisk, looking at what materials to get.

Harry put the backpack back on his shoulders, and his expression softened a little.

Fortunately, this bag was saved...

The next day, Snape could only report to Dumbledore that he had killed the basilisk, and backhandedly deducted fifty points from Gryffindor for someone who had been wandering around the night for a week.

The Gryffindors who passed through the Great Hall to eat in the morning were insensitive.

They figured it out—as long as Harry Potter was around, their scores would probably be at the bottom.

Although they didn't isolate Harry Potter now, basically not many people were willing to take the initiative to approach him. Only Ron and Hermione stayed with him all the time, comforting Harry nervously not to feel sad about this situation.

Difficult for Harry - of course not for Harry!He was overjoyed as hell.

Although Harry cautiously distanced himself recently and did not tease Snape, Snape still deducted points from him every now and then.

It made Harry feel relieved that Snape had finally given up on the stupid idea of ​​being kind to him.

It is also near the end of the semester, and the holiday is coming soon.

Even though Harry will be going back to Petunia's house by then, he can still do some experiments with those basilisk materials.After all, Snape couldn't supervise him during the holidays.

Boiling potions is also not part of the scope of enchanting, and it is not under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

only……

Harry narrowed his eyes.

It's just that he has to figure out a way not to let the Petunia family disturb his potion.

He still remembers Harry Potter's thin and timid appearance when he first came to school.

……

Time passed, as if in the blink of an eye, the end of May arrived.