The tables have turned, Professor!

At first, Snape even wore an ugly sneer.

Some ability, but not much.

Strictly speaking, all of it had been copied straight from the textbook, without any insights of his own.

But as Harry went on, it was as though he had cast a Vanishing Spell on Snape's smile.

Hiss...

He actually had some?

How strange. Normally, he shouldn't...

Not only did he have his own insights, but his summary seemed quite on point...

At least, off the top of his head, Professor Snape really couldn't seem to think of anything to refute...

Well, why wasn't Snape smiling anymore?

Was he not enjoying this?

"Where did you read that?"

Snape frowned as he asked, unable to think immediately of a source for Harry's last few remarks.

There wasn't such an explanation, was there?

At least, none of the textbooks or magical books on the market had drawn any such conclusions, had they?

Of course, he had to admit that what Potter said was indeed correct...

Although there were no innovative discoveries, it was a very accurate summary. He had nothing to say.

"I worked it out myself. After all, there are clues in plenty of places, aren't there?"

Harry said nothing else, simply answering Snape's question normally.

These were conclusions he had drawn himself. If they were wrong, he could just correct them. It was no big deal.

If they were right, then perhaps Professor Snape might not even beat him in their first contest of wits?

No, this was the second time.

During the feast last night, Snape had clearly watched Harry for a long time.

Only, Harry had deliberately acted the way his mother had in the original story, successfully bewildering Professor Snape!

Today, he would strike while the iron was hot.

Whether Snape would help him in the future or keep making things difficult for him was still up in the air!

"A good summary."

Snape took a deep breath and began reassessing Harry.

Not bad...

He actually knew his stuff? This wasn't some arrogant display?

Now that was more like Lily. She really hadn't been wrong about him before, hmm~

James Potter?

No, no, no. That disgusting man wouldn't contaminate this child's genes. Aside from his sex, this child had to be one hundred percent identical to Lily!

Of course, Professor Snape did not notice his own change in attitude, but it left the entire class stunned!

Wait.

Snape had acknowledged him?

The odds of that were lower than Voldemort defeating Dumbledore before being resurrected!

But...

Snape didn't seem to be finished. He was still giving Potter a hard time?!

"Don't celebrate just yet. There are other questions, Mr. Potter."

Professor Snape's slightly dry red lips moved, softly drawing Harry's attention back.

Slytherin: Hehehe.

Ravenclaw: *!!!*

Unbelievable.

Could Professor Snape make his favoritism any more obvious?

Who singled out students from their house like this?

Of course, unlike the angry young Ravenclaws, the young Slytherins were feeling very pleased now.

That damned Potter was getting put in his place, wasn't he~

That was what he got for seducing the noble Miss Malfoy for no reason. Getting his just deserts now, wasn't he?

"Please go ahead, Professor."

Harry continued to gaze into Snape's cold eyes, showing no sign of fear.

Well, Harry was actually still a little scared. Mainly, the oppressive aura that came with Snape was simply too uncomfortable...

He had been wondering about that. A gender-swapped Snape was beautiful, had a great figure, and carried herself with such distinction. Surely someone liked her?

Now...

Forget it. Too terrifying. Better stay away.

The female version of Snape even seemed capable of putting more pressure on people than the original...

But in any case, he did know a little about Potions, enough to handle Professor Snape for a while.

If it were Miss Malfoy beside him...

Harry glanced back at Malfoy and shook his head imperceptibly.

Forget it.

He gave a small smile, as though telling Malfoy she did not need to worry about this.

Under Malfoy's gaze, as she hesitated to speak.

Harry shifted slightly, shielding the dejected Miss Malfoy completely behind him.

They were friends, after all. He couldn't really let Snape make things difficult for her.

Malfoy felt her view being blocked, and the dejection in her heart deepened.

Thank you, Potter.

This time, she was the one at fault...

Should she apologize to Potter after class?

But I don't know how to apologize. I don't know what to say...

Hadn't it always been everyone else's fault, ever since she was little? When had she ever done anything wrong?

It was her first time making a mistake. She really didn't know how to fix it...

She didn't know whether Potter would still want to be good friends with her after this. Sob...

Ignoring Malfoy's strange thoughts, Professor Snape touched his chin and continued giving Harry a hard time.

"What would I get if I added asphodel root powder to an infusion of wormwood?"

"The Draught of Living Death, sir. Also called the Draught of Living Death, it is a powerful sleeping potion."

Harry answered softly, without even a second's hesitation.

Judging by this, whatever Harry had achieved in his individual research, at the very least, his grasp of textbook knowledge was already beyond that of an ordinary young wizard.

Of course, more importantly, upon hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar question, Harry's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Asphodel?

Wormwood?

Ahem. In the Victorian language of flowers, those two things seemed to hint at the eternal regret and grief in Professor Snape's heart...

And the object of that grief and remorse seemed to be...

His own mother?

Having read the original story, Harry naturally knew what Professor Snape had done.

And apart from calling Lily a Mudblood, the more outrageous thing Snape had done seemed to be joining the Death Eaters...

Although the most direct trigger for James Potter and Lily's deaths had still been Peter Pettigrew's betrayal.

But when Snape joined the Death Eaters, whether he had harbored the dark thought of killing James Potter and taking Lily back...

Harry would make no judgment himself. In any case, the repentant Snape knew the answer, didn't he?

As long as he magnified the guilt in Professor Snape's heart, then the final result...

Would this cold, aloof Professor Snape start favoring him afterward, or continue making things difficult for him?

Hehe, the tables have turned, Professor!

Harry pushed up his battered glasses. Under the dim classroom lights, the lenses seemed to become less transparent, beginning to catch a little glare...

(Thanks to reader "Lian Xiaoxiaoyu" for the boba milk tea. Here's the extra update~)