When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

There was no way, Harry could only drag Hermione to try to run to the first floor.

He knew that he arrived after the professors arrived, so he was unreliable in his expectations.

"Harry...I can run by myself." Hermione signaled him to let go with a little embarrassment.

Harry nodded.

Fortunately, halfway through the run, they bumped into Professor McGonagall and Quirrell who rushed over.

Without further ado, Professor McGonagall took a breath and greeted him.

And Quirrell stammered to Harry: "Oh, it's—horrible! Bo—Potter. You—are you okay, okay?"

Harry seemed to realize what he had just experienced just now, and his face turned pale all of a sudden.

He immediately lowered his head and bit his lip nervously.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione immediately realized that Harry in front of her was the "shy boy" of Gryffindor, she asked worriedly.

"A little scared." Harry forced a small smile at her.

—he saw himself coming.

It was very rare for Professor Snape to come limping instead of rolling his robes.His expression was very ugly, and he stared at Harry first with sharp eyes.

"Look who this is? Oh, Potter. Are you impatient to find the troll and kill yourself?"

Harry lowered his head and said nothing.

He knew very well that he was angry at the moment because he was injured by Quirrell's calculation.But at this time, I received the news that something happened to Little Potter again.

——He had to take great pains to protect the child, but the little boy was almost torn apart by the troll when he didn't pay attention.It just fueled his anger.

So I have nothing to justify now.

But Snape was even more annoyed by the way the boy looked down, completely non-defensive.

It's like punching the cotton.

Professor McGonagall had already dealt with the troll in the middle, and walked back with a face that needed an explanation.

"It's not like that...Professor Snape," said Hermione courageously.

Hermione blinked and told the lie she made up in the previous life.

"Really - if Harry hadn't been protecting me, I'd probably be -" Hermione broke off.

Professor McGonagall gave Harry a soft and relieved look.

Harry's eyes flicked to his leg, and then he saw a trace of blood.

How about going to the office to make some wound medicine for me tomorrow while I'm not around?This time, I can no longer let myself endure the leg injury and boil the medicine every day.

—Snape immediately gave the brat a stern look, and jerked his robes to cover himself.

He could think that Dumbledore must praise Little Potter's bravery again - that child was not really weak and shy, and he still remembered to protect his classmates in danger.

This rhetoric will only give him a headache and weariness now.

……

The next morning, Snape, who returned to the potions office after a class, forgot to be tired, and raised his wand vigilantly to check the room.

— the room was intact, just as it was before he left.However, there was a large glass of analgesic Modra rat juice in the workshop where he made the potion, and the wound medicine he boiled for himself changed from a few bottles to a neat row, which was enough for him to use. The leg injury is fully healed.

Snape's vigilance was raised to the highest level, and he checked carefully several times. Except for the lack of materials for making wound medicine, there was no other change in the room.

Those medicines can also be used without any abnormality.It was as if someone kindly deliberately made wound medicine for him while he was away.

Although he didn't believe that such a thing would happen, but...

Snape looked at the row of potions, wondering what was going on in his dark eyes.