John Snape of HP

After calming down for a while, John walked out of the lounge and continued shooting.

Just as he added scenes to Harris and Daniel, John added a scene to himself.

That was the passage in the whole book that he couldn't give up the most, but there was no such sentence in the movie of the previous life, which made John regret it for a long time.

Harris had already put on her makeup, and her right hand was charred black.

The crowd flocks them to another scene—a table covered with silverware, and a side shelf with the Sorting Hat and oddities.Obviously, this is the principal's office.

Harris sat in a chair, and John stood in front of him with a stern expression.

everything's ready.

"Based on what's going on tonight, I'm sure I won't survive a year." Dumbledore raised his withered hand to signal.

"If you're not afraid of death, why didn't you let Draco do it?" John sarcastically distracted.

It's not only his mood in the play, but his own too.

He thought of a dream he had had a long time ago.At that time, he hadn't expressed his feelings to Severus. On that night, he dreamed that he became a student at Hogwarts, and what was about to happen was that Severus wanted to kill Dumbledore. .

But after waking up, he thought hard, but he could do nothing about this doomed fact.

He couldn't change that unless he killed Voldemort immediately.

That dream, combined with the content of the filming now, made John's mood bad again to the end.

"The child's soul hasn't fallen to that level yet," Dumbledore replied, "I can't let his soul be destroyed because of me."

"Then my soul has fallen to that point, right?" John almost choked up, before he said with difficulty, "Dumbledore? Then what about my soul?"

He stared at Dumbledore, the obsidian eyes hollow and pained, barely concealing them.

Snape, who was standing in the distance watching from a distance, blanked his eyes for a moment, and looked away.

John's left hand, hanging under his robes, was clenched into a fist.

...It would be nice if it was really his soul.But it was Severus, who was already on the verge of collapse, who said those words.

He ached for Severus.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked straight at John, too.The gaze was gentle, just like looking at Harry, but there was no wavering in it.

"You understand very well that helping an old man relieve his painful and humiliated soul is not something that hurts the soul." He said softly.

"Crap!" Yates yelled, "It's over, everyone, please work hard and go take a picture."

So Harris stood up directly to brew his emotions.After the camera was turned on again, he said in a solemn tone, "Severus, have you become protective of that child?"

"Protection?" John moved away from where he was standing just now, and asked sarcastically at the right time, his tone was a bit weird because of the acid in his heart.

His eyes became hollow, the result of his Occlumency.But Yates, watching on screen, thought it was acting.

"Call for God's protection!" John raised his wand and waved it in the air.

"Lily." Dumbledore's eyes swept across the air, and his expression slowly changed.

They stared at the sky without saying a word, as if they saw the silver doe fly through the window and fly to a farther place.

"Has it always been like this?"

"……Always will be."

After filming this one, John sat heavily in the lounge, clutching his forehead.

His eyes were already empty and numb, so empty that he didn't need Occlumency.

Snape sat beside John, frowning.

In fact, he was also brought up a lot of memories by today's shooting, but Snape would restrain himself from thinking too much about it.

The most important thing now is that if John does not use Occlumency, his ability to control his emotions will not be good.He will be immersed in one emotion for a long time, unable to restrain himself from changing his mood.

Snape could only hold John's hand gently but firmly, and sit with him in silence.

The author has something to say: There are a lot of original content qwq in the text, but these are places that Yue Ban can't let go of. It can only be said that there are too many important parts in Deathly Hallows.

I'm in a bad mood at night... I really can't write anymore, so let's do this first.