Snape stood behind the Gryffindor cubs and roared angrily, "Mr. Potter! ”

It was another Potions lesson, and Malfoy sighed heavily as he looked at Harry, who was sitting in the row next to him, and then at Professor Snape, who had returned to the gloomy face he had been before.

He suddenly missed last week's Potions class, and he bet it was the best Potions class he had ever had at Hogwarts.

"Miss Potter, you're amazing, look at the powder she grinds, it's the finest powder I've ever seen!"

"Very well, Miss Potter, your potion is as beautiful as your eyes, Gryffindor plus twenty points!"

"Mr. Longbottom, be careful, you're going to be able to fry!" Professor Snape was also in a good mood as he instructed Neville, who was shivering behind Harry.

Although Gryffindor's score last week was far superior to Slytherin's due to Professor Snape's partiality, Malfoy still wanted to have a pleasant Potions professor instead of a gloomy Snape.

He secretly took out the owl notebook and wrote on it:

A noble dragon: I miss Harley so much all of a sudden! When will she come back?@哈利, go look in the mirror, save the child!

Did Ron eat chicken drumsticks today: yes, Harry's days in women's clothing were the most relaxing three days we've ever had! That's the Hogwarts life of my dreams!

I saw that Malfoy's handwriting had just ended, and Ron was right behind him, these two little lions and little snakes who didn't look down on each other seemed to have a common language recently?

"Gryffindor deduct ten more points!" Ron was writing with a quill brush when he heard Professor Snape's cold voice behind him.

He sat up straight and quickly closed his notebook, and the quill fell to the ground in a hurry.

Ron looked around blankly, he had just seen Snape go to the front, why did he come back so quickly?

"I warn you again, don't use the owl notebook in my class, I think your parents gave all their money to buy you this notebook, do you want me to confiscate it?"

When Ron heard this, he hurriedly put the notebook into the space bag, and then ignored the fierce gaze cast by Hermione beside him, and devoted himself to refining the potion.

Professor Snape gasped for air, as his heart softened at the sight of Harry's teary eyes.

"Miss Potter, oh no, Mr. Potter, I'm just going to let you remember...... Forget it, because you know that you can change your mistakes, Gryffindor plus ten points. ”

He seemed to recall the afternoon when he cried bitterly with a child who looked exactly like Lily, and he could even vividly remember the temperature of the afterglow shining on him that afternoon when the sun was about to set.

During Harry's three days in women's clothing, although she tried to hide her appearance, her hair always inexplicably changed from short to long as she passed Professor Snape.

The hood she wore on her head was always strangely blown off by the wind blowing from nowhere, revealing her delicate countenance.

Snape was fascinated by the green eyes that were exactly the same as Lily's, and he took care of Harley for three days as if she were his own daughter.

Due to the altered anatomy of Harley's body, she is not suitable to return to the boys' dormitory in Gryffindor, but it seems even more unreasonable to place her in the girls' dormitory.

As a result, Harry, accompanied by Professor Snape, was left in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary.

The past three days have made Harry tremble, and every time he sees Snape's gentle gaze at him, he always feels like a little mouse being played with by a cat.

Maybe the next second you'll be greeted by a pair of fangs with excellent teeth?

Fortunately, it was all over, and three days later, in the morning, Harry was surprised to touch his short hair, and then touched the small stubble and Adam's apple that had begun to develop, and his youth returned!

Huh? Why so?

But Snape seemed to be in a bad mood, and when he pushed open the door expectantly and walked into the school infirmary with the breakfast he had made with his own love, he saw a face he least wanted to see.

"Good morning, Professor Snape!" said Harry, greeting Snape with great delight, not knowing what would greet him next.

Snape seemed to be trying to restrain himself, but failed, slamming the milk and tray on the ground, and then quickly escaped from the school infirmary with a wave of his robe.

Harry stared blankly at the milk still spreading on the floor, he didn't know why.

He had asked Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and even Hagrid, but each professor was silent about Professor Snape's changes.

Then in the days that followed, Professor Snape seemed to abuse Harry even more aggressively, and Professor McGonagall didn't choke him coldly as he had done before.

It seems that Professor Snape wanted to make Harry unbearable and then turn back into Harry?

But he was disappointed, and a week had passed, and Harry still hadn't seen any change.

He turned behind Harry again, trying to find some reason to deduct points for him, but looking at his teary eyes, he couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, after class, Harry walked out of the Potions classroom, and Snape sat in the place where Harry had just sat in a bit of a daze, as if reminiscing about the time he taught Harry?

"Mr. Scamander, I'll be in my office after class!" Snape said in a somewhat anxious tone, looking at a certain little badger that had walked into the classroom to prepare for a while.

Rolf nodded with a bit of a headache, indicating that he understood.

"Mr. Scamander, when will you do what you promised me?" Rolf followed Professor Snape into his office after class.

Professor Snape called himself to his office every three days after Hallie disappeared, and he was really helpless, wasn't that something I could decide?

"Professor, I'm really sorry, but my mirror only works when the subject is actively imagining, and it can't force spells!"

Rolf said with some difficulty, as Snape was staring at him with a pair of femme fatales.

"I don't care, Mr. Scamander, if you can do what I want, then everything is easy to say, even if you want a magic potion I can give you an unlimited supply,

But...... If you can't do that...... I wouldn't mind having one more target among the second-year wizards. ”

Rolf nodded frustratedly to indicate that he knew, and he really didn't want to experience how Harry felt when he was targeted by Snape.

PS: I handed in my homework, I got up early in the morning to catch up with work, I was going to memorize the questions, and the countdown to the exam was 6 days~