John Snape of HP

John kissed Snape while talking on the phone with Thomson, and the immediate consequence was that he had to make another call in the afternoon and apologize for a long time.He claimed that he was "so sleepy that he fell asleep".

John rolled his eyes at Snape while he was on the phone.

Tomorrow I have to go to the crew to shoot again, to shoot his last scene, and then I can wrap it up.

So John asked Alan to hang out again in the afternoon-fortunately, he still didn't take any dramas and was resting at home.

Snape was still unhappy.But he had promised John before, and he couldn't go back on his word.

——I don't want others to hang out with John or something. This feeling is like a child's desire for monopoly.He didn't want to make John laugh anymore.

That being said, when John opened the closet in the bedroom and happily picked out clothes; Snape sat on the chair without turning a single page of the book in his hand.

The emotion reached its peak when John put on his bag and was about to go downstairs.The expression on Snape's face was still normal, but his fingers tightened his grip on the pages of the book.

"Okay." John poked his head in again suddenly, and he was dumbfounded when he saw Snape's unprepared and undisguised actions.

"I knew you were narrow-minded—but I like the way you are jealous. How about it, do you want to go shopping together?" John rubbed the lines between his brows comfortingly.

A smirk appeared on Snape's somewhat gloomy face: "Do you want me to use Polyjuice Potion or a Muggle disguise?"

If John told him to continue using the soul form, he would dare to regret it immediately.

John seemed to sense the faint resentment behind Snape, he hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile, "Uh... let's go directly."

It was Snape's turn to look at him suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm right." John repeated, "I said, let's go straight."

"Aren't you afraid that they will know? Mr. John Snape, the author of Harry Potter, appeared on the street hand in hand with his character, Professor of Potions?" Snape raised his eyebrows. "This will be on the front page."

"Don't forget that we are with Alan. There will definitely be no annoying paparazzi in the place he is looking for." John paused, "And I believe that even if he sees you...he won't say anything."

Snape snorted: "Gryffindor blind faith."

"Okay, let's go." John grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up, "In case the matter is really exposed, I will also say that I am actually dead, and then I will live and fly with you in seclusion Well, anyway, there is only the last act of my play left, and the money I earn is enough for us to spend several lifetimes."

He joked: "Maybe the paper will be sold out because of our front page news, or it will be sold for weeks! George will be crazy!"

"As long as he's not mad," Snape hissed, curling his upper lip.

At last.

Snape went with John anyway, without any pretense.And Alan, as John thought, after hearing Snape's dry self-introduction, was stunned for a while, and then didn't ask anything.

After seeing the same silver ring on Snape's hand, he sincerely said his wedding blessing again.

Snape received congratulations from his former imaginary rival face to face, and the expression on his entire face finally changed from cloudy to sunny.And after John deliberately took his arm and strolled around intimately all afternoon, Snape felt that such a party... well, it was pretty good.

In the evening, Allen said goodbye to them, and suddenly pressed his abdomen, looking a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you? Allen?" John asked nervously immediately.

"Don't worry, it's just that my stomach hurts. It's probably because I haven't been able to digest well these days." Allen smiled comfortingly and joked, "Old people always have a little problem here and there, you guys They don't have that trouble."

Snape, a boy who is only ten years younger than Allen: "..."

John didn't dare to take it lightly, but he knew that Allen would die of cancer in the future.Although it is still early from that year, there is no guarantee that this world will develop completely according to the time of the previous life.

"Severus." He looked at Snape gravely.

Snape cast a questioning look, and John looked back at him firmly.

"Okay." Snape still compromised.

Now that Alan Rickman knows his true identity, it is not difficult to predict that he knows magic.

He took a step forward, drew out his wand, and moved his lips to silently recite a series of detection spells.

A series of colorful lights lit up on Allen.

Allen looked at the light on his body and the wand in Snape's hand in amazement, his expression was no longer as calm as usual: "I can actually see magic with my own eyes... Oh God. This feeling is really amazing. "

John didn't bother to answer him, only staring nervously at Snape's expression.

"How?" he asked.

——Even if John doesn't know how to detect magic, he still knows what the red and yellow lights represent.

Snape roughly gestured at Allen with his wand, and his expression was a little dignified: "There are lesions in the internal organs, and the overall situation is not good. You should go to the hospital to have a look."

Allen's expression was a little surprised, but he slowly became serious, and replied: "I will."

"Be sure to call and tell me when the result comes out." John told him worriedly.

Allen must have a full body examination, and it will take several days to get the results.

If it is still cancer.In any case, he had to ask Severus if he could cure Alan with magic.