When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

As soon as the application for the fighting club jointly organized by Professor Snape and Lockhart was submitted, it was approved by Principal Dumbledore.

The time is set on Thursday of this week, which is three days later.

Before that, all expecting students can only wait patiently.Most of them are Lockhart's female fans and Slytherin students.

Tonight was the same as usual.

Little Potter was used to sitting in Snape's dean's office, dealing with the newly arrived potion ingredients.

Now he comes here almost every night, and his attitude has become more relaxed.Knowing where to get the materials, where to put the chair, where to put his special gloves and towels.

Familiar as if he hadn't come to solitary confinement, but stayed in his own room to process the material.

Snape was sitting behind the large desk, looking at the boy carefully and nonchalantly.

... Rather, Potter had been familiar with his office from the very beginning.This cannot be concealed.

So in the future, what is the relationship between Potter and him?

Was "always together" what he meant?

So would his current attitude towards Potter really not hurt Potter?

But for him to change his attitude...isn't it too soon?

Snape held the quill pen for a long time in annoyance, but he didn't approve a single homework, his eyes complicated.

"Professor Snape - if you're tired, go and rest for a while."

Little Potter suddenly said without raising his head, "There's nothing important right now, it's not good to always use refreshing medicine."

"Need not."

Snape immediately came back to his senses, and replied in a deep voice.He continued to score the parchment with the quill.

—Potter was concerned about him again, and Potter knew he was always using refreshments.

Snape's pen paused, and he gave the assignment an A with a relaxed expression.

The room fell into silence again.

The sound of swishing pens sounded again, mixed with the slight clicking sound of processing potion materials, which was extremely harmonious.

……

When Harry lowered his eyes, he felt vaguely sensitive that someone had glanced at him.

He looked up suspiciously, and saw Snape was concentrating on correcting his homework at the desk, with a very focused and serious expression.

...was he feeling wrong?

Harry frowned slightly, thought for a while in puzzlement, then lowered his eyes, continued to focus on the ingredients of the potion, and handled them swiftly.

Snape, who had a guilty conscience here, heaved a sigh of relief calmly, and began to think with gloomy eyes.

There is one thing that he has been very concerned about before, but he has not made up his mind to verify it...

"...Professor Snape?"

Harry didn't hear the sound of the pen nib moving again. Looking up, he found that it was indeed Snape's eyes that were vacant, as if in a daze.

It was not common for him to look like this.

Harry frowned worriedly, and persuaded again in displeasure: "Go to sleep when you're tired, don't hold on. I'll finish this and go back as soon as possible."

Seeing that Snape was still silent, he suddenly realized, and changed his words, "Sorry, I forgot...Professor Snape, I'll go back now, and I'll catch up and finish these things tomorrow."

"Hold on, Potter."

Snape was thinking about something in his mind, he quickly stopped him and said, "You can stay here while I'm resting."

He made a face unnaturally, and added dryly: "There is no need to rush to deal with the materials."

"……Oh."

Harry was a little dazed.

Snape tightly gripped the wand in his robe, made up his mind, stood up sullenly, and strode towards the bedroom inside the office.

After he closed the bedroom door, his calm appearance suddenly disintegrated.

Snape turned around and drew out his wand at the first moment, and whispered in a low voice impatiently in the darkness:

"—Call God to protect you!"

Silver light began to emerge from the tip of the staff, and it became brighter and brighter, as if something was about to come out.

Snape clutched his wand tightly, watching quietly.

He knew that usually, the tip of the staff would be followed by a lithe silver doe, his Patronus.

An image that he was extremely familiar with and thought would never change.

But a few seconds later, what was sprayed out from the tip of the stick was still a large piece of silver-white mist... There was no doe, and there was no other image.

"Has it really changed?" Snape murmured in an almost inaudible voice.

As early as the Tom Riddle incident, he vaguely felt that the Patronus was a little strange, so when Albus asked him what he thought, he just said that he would continue to protect Potter, instead of releasing the Patronus to prove his heart.

"Not Lily, not Potter, what is that?"

Snape stared bewilderedly at the silvery-white mist that had not formed for a long time in the darkness.

The silver-white mist gradually dispersed and grew larger, surrounding him and dispelling all the darkness in the bedroom.

For a moment, Snape could not see anything clearly as if he was in the clouds and fog high in the mountains.Still nothing appeared.

Snape scowled, and lowered his wand.

All the fog dissipated in an instant.

"Looks like it's not yet time." Snape put away his wand a little unhappy, opened the bedroom door and went out again.

The bright lights in the office instantly illuminated his eyes, and the figure of Harry Potter appeared in front of him.

Snape suddenly felt better again.

—at least his Patronus didn't directly turn into a stag or something.

That's good enough, isn't it?

The author has something to say: I went home today, so I have been running around on the road, this chapter is squeezed out intermittently_(:зゝ∠)_