savior or bat

As soon as he went back, he could only deal with another troublesome matter.

"Harry, you're here." Principal McGonagall was sitting on an office chair drinking coffee. "sit down."

Snape sat on the sofa expressionlessly, staring at his old colleague.

Principal McGonagall, who had something to say, was a little dazed when he saw that familiar look.She had to say that Harry was becoming more and more like the potions master, and although Hogwarts had the Transfiguration detection spell, she still wondered if the man in front of her was a fake.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh yes." Principal McGonagall recovered. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I mentioned to you before, you told me at noon that someone has been selected, so did he agree?"

Snape frowned and thought for a moment. Although he could see the image directly from Harry's mind, he also needed to get the information when he wanted to.As it happened, he never cared about some personal matters of this Potter.

"No, it's very difficult." Snape replied, even if he didn't know who that person was, but judging from Potter's efficiency, he didn't need to expect anything at all.

"Then... can you tell me the contact information of that person?"

Snape had been a spy for many years, if he still couldn't hear the inquiring tone of his old colleague's questioning, his life would be in vain.

Snape watched the house elf put a cup of tea on his desk, picked it up and took a sip.

"Minerva, your small actions are too obvious. Even if you haven't survived the potion for decades, you should know that Veritaserum is bitter."

"You are really...!" Headmaster McGonagall looked at 'Harry' in front of her with some excitement, her hands trembling and she could no longer hold the cup.She quickly put the cup down steadily, and when she looked over again, tears welled up in her eyes. "Severus, it's really you..."

Snape couldn't help frowning as he watched Headmaster McGonagall's tears piling up.

"You know I can't take this, stop it."

"Oh, I'm just so happy, you know..." Principal McGonagall continued, wiping away tears with a handkerchief, laughing. "You know that day in the auditorium, I thought there was something wrong with Harry."

Snape just stared at Headmaster McGonagall and didn't answer.

"Are you okay now? I mean..." Principal McGonagall was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Minerva." Snape had to cut her off, of course he knew everything his old colleague wanted to know, but he didn't know where to start, or maybe it should be left to that damn Potter to explain everything instead. Not to him, the poor man.

"I've been in Potter's...mind all these years." He paused, seeing a look of surprise on Principal McGonagall's face. "I don't think it's up to me to explain."

"I see, what about Harry?"

Snape heard Potter laughing in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "The damned brat stays in his head and refuses to come out, just like a giant baby clamoring for its mother."

He was satisfied to hear Potter's cry of protest and discontent in his mind after he had said this.

Principal McGonagall touched the brim of her hat. Of course, she didn't believe the last sentence of the other party, but it also showed that the two were sharing the same body. She was completely relieved. There is nothing more important than the resurrection of an old friend who has "dead" for many years. It's a delight, isn't it?

"Originally, I really wanted to call Harry for this matter, but now I add another one." Principal McGonagall's relaxed and cheerful tone revealed her good mood at the moment. "Or I could have 'Harry' temporarily act as Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"...Don't even think about it." Snape glared at Headmaster McGonagall. "Don't think that I don't know what you really think. I can't teach potions anymore, and I still use this Potter's body. Do you want all Hogwarts students to know that Potter has a split personality?"

"Oh no, of course." Headmaster McGonagall replaced the water in front of Snape with coffee. "Come and drink some of the hand-ground coffee that Felius brought back from Peru. Of course I don't want to expose your existence, but Severus, you know that Harry has always been looking forward to having an excellent Potions professor in his post." , and then apply to switch to his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Principal McGonagall saw that the other party raised his eyebrows and took a sip of coffee, and continued: "Of course I know that you also expected to change courses back then, so I will not ask you to continue taking Potions. On the contrary, you can come and take it." Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Headmaster McGonagall's move surprised Snape, but there was still no expression on his face.

"I think you forgot about the split personality thing, and what it means." Snape didn't say the name.

"Yes, I wouldn't guarantee it before Harry became a potions professor, but now..." Headmaster McGonagall paused. "His clothes weren't your idea, were they?"

Snape gave Headmaster McGonagall a warning look. "What makes you think I'm going to ask this damn Poe to use my personal belongings. Maybe I should ask him to burn all my stuff instead of having it for himself!"

Headmaster McGonagall looked at the frowning 'Harry', and that expression almost made her laugh out loud.

"Okay okay, of course I know." She knew that this old colleague was always the passive one, especially when it came to an adult Harry Potter. "Harry's Potions class is also very strict, or you can use your copy to describe it, except that he is a bit gentle in his words."

Snape felt Harry Potter's joy at being praised by Headmaster McGonagall, and he said quietly: "If you mean that loud noises are not allowed in the classroom, then it is true."

"Severus..." Principal McGonagall sighed helplessly. "I swear I'll just let you take over the class for a few days, and then I'll arrange for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to take office."

Snape wanted to continue to refuse, but he said: "I agree."

His anger couldn't help but creep up on his brows. Fortunately, Principal McGonagall was just absorbed in what he promised to teach and didn't pay attention.

【Damn Potter, what right do you have to answer for me? ! 】

【Come on, professor, I think Principal McGonagall is right. As a former professor of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, I believe no one is more suitable for this commission than you. 】

[Mind yourself, Potter.Don't let me know you're trying to destroy your soul again, or I'll gladly collect your body. 】

Harry shut up sensibly, and Snape could only curse the boy in his mind.

"So Severus..." Principal McGonagall looked at the person in front of him with a smile. "On behalf of the current headmaster of Hogwarts, I sincerely invite you to serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. There is nothing more satisfying than this. Maybe you still have the teaching materials you need in your cellar."

Does he have other options?Snape immediately regretted that he shouldn't have taken care of the brat's affairs, he should have let this body freeze to death in front of the Ministry of Magic compound!

The author has something to say:

I really convinced myself, I just wanted to make a light-hearted short film, the kind within 1 words.As a result, the more I wrote, the more I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I could only divide it into two episodes. It feels like there are more than [-] words without writing anything: (