When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

Snape, who finished the lesson restraining his anger, pushed open the cellar door and strode in.

He paced back and forth inside, restraining himself—don't rush into the headmaster's office like a Gryffindor and start another fight with Dumbledore.

He has found it!If you think about it with old Potter's brain smaller than a beetle, you can figure it out!This is by no means the normal behavior of a little troll!That's a damned abused child!

Can't stand Potter going on like that anymore!It is absolutely intolerable!Even if he looks like a noisy troll kid right now!

If Lily knew—

Snape stopped abruptly.

His lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his fingertips were deeply pinched into the palm of his hand.

But why does he have to be so lenient—what qualifications does he have to be so lenient?He's just the head of Slytherin, not the head of Gryffindor!

Snape's hand clenched and loosened.

He finally flung the door open, found a random Slytherin in the hallway, and said with a straight face, "Have Potter come to detention tonight, for his disrespectful professor, for a week!"

Merlin's beard - he must be crazy!

Snape slammed the door angrily and went back to the cellar.

—It's all the fault of that little troll!

So on the way to the classroom in the afternoon, Harry's trio was blocked by an older Slytherin, and then they heard him slowly announce Professor Snape's latest punishment.

"W-what?" Ron's eyes widened, and he asked half a beat behind.He was stupefied like a giant monster.

"But Harry didn't do anything," recalled Hermione disapprovingly. "Harry just—didn't answer his question. Anyway, a week is too long."

Ron nodded angrily.

But the Lord Harry did not look angry at all, but thoughtful.

"Dude, you should say something." Ron looked at him.

"I don't know," Harry added. "Maybe he just can't stand me."

Snape just didn't like him... of course not.Harry knew he wouldn't use that kind of reason to suddenly confine him for a week, something must have happened.

Could it be that he was discovered?Did he show any flaws today?

He could only bid farewell to his two friends early after dinner, and went to the cellar full of worries.

"Goodbye, Harry." Ron said in a choked tone, in the tone of an old man who is about to die, "he will come back alive, won't he?"

"Don't be silly. He's just going to a professor for detention!" Hermione poked him disapprovingly.

"Just? A professor?" Ron muttered incredulously, "That's the scariest old bat in Hogwarts!"

The voices of Hermione and Ron arguing faded away behind her, and Harry walked away.

After more than ten minutes, he finally arrived at the familiar door in the cellar, where he had lived in his office for decades.

And Medusa was coiled on the door, dozing lazily.

Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to say all the passwords he'd set up - he'd better just knock on the door.

"Professor Snape, I'm here for detention."

The door opened soon.

The familiar figure in the black robe was staring down at him, with fierce eyes, as if he was planning something.

Harry couldn't help flinching.

God, was he always like this when he looked at people before?From a student's point of view, it's kind of... weird.

Snape stepped aside, and Harry walked in, sat down on a stool to the side and waited.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for the content of the confinement.

Harry looked up suspiciously, and saw himself standing in front of him with a toothache expression on his face.

——The twitching expression on the cheeks, is it a toothache?

"Potter." Snape seemed very reluctant to say the following words, but he had to force himself to say, "The content of your confinement today is...don't act like a giant who faints at any time!"

Harry blinked very slowly: "…Sorry? Did I—did I hear something wrong?"

"You heard me right." Snape twisted the corners of his mouth, and his words had turned into an impatient hiss. "Now! Put away your stupid timidity! Do it!"

Harry stared blankly at him.

"...very good." Snape said dryly.