When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Two red lights flashed one after another, and Lockhart fell down in response. Just as he fell back a few times in embarrassment, a bunch of birds suddenly rushed out from above his face, chasing him and pecking him.

"Ow! It hurts! Wait - don't peck your face! Change to another place! Ow!" Lockhart immediately hugged his hair and let out a scream.

On the other side of the table, both Snape and Harry held their wands up, but hadn't lowered them yet.

The two looked at each other almost at the same time.

"I won't accept it."

Harry said with a blank face, he didn't even look at the other side, and just cast a Weak Leg Curse with his backhand.

Lockhart, who just stood up covering his face, fell down again with a cry of pain.

"I was... a little impulsive. Albus was..." Snape still hissed his apology in that barely audible voice.

From Harry's point of view, his lips hadn't moved at all.He also didn't look away for a long time like Harry did, but stared at Lockhart opposite him flatly, seemingly serious.

"So... I apologize for my inappropriate remarks. Potter, of course you have the right... to be called that."

Snape felt that the more he explained, the more it seemed like an excuse, so he had to give up his euphemism and speak dryly, cramped and without confidence.

The velvety soft and deep voice disappeared into the air very lightly and quickly, as if it had never sounded before.

Snape waited for Harry's reaction with an awkward expression, and when Lockhart was clutching his wand and trying to get up, he absentmindedly added another obstacle.

"So you can blame me?"

Harry laughed back angrily. Although his volume was lowered to a very low level in line with Snape's, his eyes were cold and mocking.

"It hurts! I said, actually, I think the demonstration of basic spells is enough-" Lockhart covered his swollen face, lying on the ground and barely raised his head, said vaguely.

"Shut up!" Harry turned his head impatiently, glared at him horribly, and cast a stun spell in anger.

"..."

So Lockhart on the other side of the table fell silent.

Harry turned his head back again, his voice was still extremely low but he sneered in Snape's tone: "How can I, the humble one, call a professor by his given name?"

"You have to know that the Christian name can only be called by someone who is close or trusted. Professor Snape, as the most insignificant one of your many students in the magical world, I don't please you and always make you hate—"

"Potter! When did you let me—"

Harry tilted his head, showing a helpless and sad expression, and forcibly interrupted Snape: "I really don't dare."

"It's terrible, I can't even hold my wand in fright just thinking about it, Professor Snape." Harry sighed with a sneer,

"Don't say that again in the future, I'm afraid my hands shake habitually. This is a big problem."

Snape froze in place with his wand in his hands, speechless at Harry's outrageous words.

Seeing that Snape's face was black and silent, Harry turned his gaze to the other side again.

Lockhart, whose face was bruised and swollen almost invisible, lay face down on the table over there in embarrassment, and fell into a coma.

Next to him stood Malfoy, who had not been able to cast a single spell from the beginning to the end, intact.

The stunned silence of the students in the audience was like a sculpture.

"Sorry, I missed the shot." Harry said calmly.

He gave Snape a cold look at the end, put away his wand and stepped down on his own, and apologized without sincerity:

"I'm sorry, Professor Lockhart, there may be something wrong with my wand... I was all aiming at Malfoy, why did I miss it? Please don't mind."

"..."

Malfoy, who was still holding his wand like a mascot the whole time, looked at Lockhart's miserable situation next to him, and then thought about himself, his expression was almost dull.

Malfoy trembled slightly when he heard Harry pronounce his name, his face turned pale with fright, he trembled involuntarily, and looked at Harry with wide eyes.

His thoughts of "beating Harry Potter well" before he went on the field have all dissipated long ago.

Snape glanced sullenly at the circle of students below.

The students also looked back at him with wide eyes and fear, not daring to breathe.

"Then that's the end of today."

Snape said symbolically, then hurriedly turned and went down, chasing Harry.

—— Of course Lockhart, who was still unconscious on the ground, couldn't answer them, so he could only let the two culprits walk away.

"Professor Lockhart!" Hermione screamed, and finally recovered from the state of being stunned, she rushed forward.

Only then did the other students react, and there was an unbelievable buzz of whispering.

"Did they say anything on stage?" Ron looked at Neville blankly.

Neville shook his head blankly with the same expression.

After leaving the dining hall, in the empty castle hall on the first floor, the long-legged Snape finally caught up with Harry Potter, whose speed was much slower than before.

"Professor Snape, is there anything else?"

Harry glared at his own leg with hatred, and had no choice but to raise his head and express a polite listening expression with a half-smile.

"..."

Snape froze for a moment, speechless.

Normally, no matter who contradicts any brave student, even including Potter, he can use his poisonous tongue to suppress back aggressively.

But today's Potter...

Whether it's momentum or appearance, even the tone of speech is almost exactly the same as him.

Snape could handle everything now, but only the sarcasm he was familiar with...he really didn't know what to say.

For a moment, Snape seemed to vaguely feel that he experienced the feelings of others after he said that.

"Potter...don't forget the confinement tomorrow afternoon." In the end, Snape could only say so dryly.

"Of course I won't forget. After all, this is Professor Snape's order. How dare I not do it?" Little Potter showed a slick smile on his face, and stabbed him—this appearance was very similar to him.

...So the usual Potters are just pretending?

In order to pretend that he fell in love with Professor Snape, he couldn't help but resemble everything, so he deliberately pretended to be the complete opposite.

Timid and silent, reckless, that's how Snape had looked when he first saw him.

And when he was really wronged and angry, he couldn't help showing his original character.

Snape looked at little Potter silently, and suddenly thought of something more.

...Indeed, before, Potter always showed traces of him in subtle places, such as handwriting, walking posture and momentum...but he never paid attention to it.

For a while, Snape thought unsteadily, and could only stare blankly at the dark-haired boy striding away angrily.

It will probably take him a while to digest this fact.

In the past, Snape only knew that Potter liked him, but he never knew that Potter liked him to this extent... Will they get along to this extent in the future?

Snape thought complicatedly.

……

After Harry left the range he could see, he suddenly had a headache and covered his eyes, standing in the corridor in a tangled mood.

Just now, he was angry for a while, but in retrospect, it was not his intention to reveal his original character.How should I explain today to myself in the future?

Harry didn't know why he couldn't help but explode all of a sudden.

Where did all his forbearance go in his previous life?He failed in such a trivial matter.

"And... isn't it normal for Snape to hate a Potter?"

He couldn't figure out the reason and murmured, "It's just another intentional pick, to embarrass me, why should I be angry?"

As soon as he thought of this, Harry calmed down, and was going to explain to himself tomorrow afternoon.

No matter what, you have to find an excuse to cover up what happened today.

Harry naturally ignored some feelings and didn't think about them anymore - he had a vague feeling that they were beyond his ability to think.