The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Snape stood behind the little lions of Gryffindor and roared angrily: "Mr. Potter! Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your poor performance."

It was another Potions class. Malfoy looked at Harry, who was sitting in the row next to him, and then at Professor Snape, who had returned to his previous gloomy look. He sighed heavily.

He suddenly missed the Potions class last week very much. He bet that it was the best potions class he had ever had at Hogwarts.

"Miss Potter, you are so awesome. Look at the powder she grinds. It is the finest powder I have ever seen!"

"Very well, Miss Potter, the color of your potion is very beautiful, just like your eyes, twenty points to Gryffindor!"

"Mr. Longbottom, be careful, you will explode!" Professor Snape was also in a good mood and casually guided Neville, who was sitting behind Harry and shivering.

Although Gryffindor's score last week was far higher than that of Slytherin due to Professor Snape's favoritism, Malfoy still hopes to have a pleasant Potions Professor instead of the gloomy Snape.

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

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

Did Ron eat chicken drumsticks today: Yes, the days when Harry dressed as a girl were the most relaxing and enjoyable three days we have ever had! That is my dream life at Hogwarts!

As soon as Malfoy finished writing, Ron continued from behind, these two little lions and little snakes who dislike each other very much seem to have a common language recently?

"Another ten points from Gryffindor!" Just as Ron was writing with a feather pen, he heard Professor Snape's cold voice behind him.

He was so frightened that he quickly sat up straight, closed the notebook quickly, and dropped the quill to the ground in his haste.

Ron raised his head and looked around blankly. He just saw Snape walking to the front. Why did he come back so quickly?

"I'm warning you again, don't use the Owl Notebook in my class. Your parents spent all their money to buy you this notebook, right? Do you want me to confiscate it?"

After Ron heard this, he quickly put the notebook into his space bag, and then ignored the sharp and substantial gaze from Hermione next to him, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to refining the potion.

Professor Snape gasped, because he saw Harry's teary eyes, and his heart suddenly softened.

"Miss Potter, oh no, Mr. Potter, I just want you to remember...forget it, because you know your mistakes and can correct them, ten points from Gryffindor."

He seemed to recall the afternoon when he cried bitterly while holding a child who looked exactly like Lily. He could even clearly remember the warmth of the afterglow shining on his body when the sun was about to set that afternoon.

During the three days that Harry was dressed as a woman, although she tried hard to hide her appearance, her hair always inexplicably changed from short to long when she passed Professor Snape.

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

Snape was deeply attracted by the green eyes that were exactly the same as Lily's. In the next few days, he took care of Harry as if he were his own daughter, taking care of her meticulously for three days.

Due to the changes in Harry's body structure, she is not suitable to continue living in the boys' dormitory of Gryffindor, but it seems even more unreasonable to place her in the girls' dormitory.

Therefore, Harry was left in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary, accompanied by Professor Snape.

The past three days had made Harry terrified. Every time he saw Snape looking at him tenderly, he always felt like a little mouse being played with by a cat.

Maybe what will greet him in the next second is a pair of fangs with excellent teeth?

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

Huh? Why?

But Snape seemed to be in a very unhappy mood. After he opened the door with great expectation and walked into the school doctor's office with a loving breakfast made by himself, what he saw was a face that he least wanted to see.

"Good morning, Professor Snape!" Harry greeted Snape very happily. He didn't know what kind of storm would greet him next.

Snape seemed to be trying very hard to restrain himself, but failed. He slammed the milk and plate in his hands to the ground, then waved his robe and quickly fled the school doctor's office.

Harry stared blankly at the milk that was still spreading on the floor. He didn't know why.

He asked Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and even asked Hagrid, but every professor remained silent about Professor Snape's changes.

Then in the following days, Professor Snape seemed to abuse Harry even more severely, but Professor McGonagall did not choke him as coldly as before.

It seems that Professor Snape wants to make Harry unable to bear it and then take the initiative to change back to Harry?

But he was disappointed. A week had passed and there was still no change in Harry.

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

Fortunately, get out of class was over, and Harry walked out of the Potions classroom, while Snape sat in the seat where Harry had just sat, a little lost, as if he was reminiscing about the time when he taught Harry?

"Mr. Scamander, come to my office after class!" Snape looked at a certain little badger who walked into the classroom to prepare for class, and immediately said with a somewhat anxious tone.

Rolf nodded with a headache, indicating that he understood.

"Mr. Scamander, when will you be able to fulfill what you promised me?" After class, Rolf followed Professor Snape into his office.

Professor Snape called himself to his office every three days after Harry disappeared. He was really helpless. Isn't this something I can decide?

"Professor, I'm really sorry, but my mirror can only work when the subject actively imagines it, and cannot force the spell to be cast!"

Rolf said with some difficulty, because Snape was staring at him closely with a pair of snake-like eyes.

"I don't care, Mr. Scamander, if you can fulfill my request, then everything will be fine. Even if you want Felixir, I can give you an unlimited supply.

But...if you can't do it...I don't mind having another target among the second-year wizards."

Rolf nodded frustratedly to express that he understood. He really didn't want to experience Harry's mood when Snape targeted him.

PS: I handed in my homework. I got up early to catch up on the work. I have to memorize the questions. There are 6 days left for the exam~