John Snape of HP

The next day John had to get up early to go to the set to shoot the final part.Even if he was worried about Allen, he could only suppress those first and shoot honestly.

Snape was determined to follow today.Presumably he was freaked out by the bad mood John had had since the last shoot.

Just imagine - just filming the part of Lily can make John feel bad, now let him directly film the part where Snape dies, what if John can't stand it?

John was a little touched, but also a little funny.

He was really in a bad mood, but he wasn't afraid to film the episode.Because he wasn't going to think about Severus when he died - it was too painful.What he has to do is...

"John, are you ready?" Yates stood behind the screen and looked at John's attire, "Is Ralph all right?"

Ralph was the one who played Voldemort.

He stood in front of John in a loose robe, nodding solemnly.

Snape felt awkward every time he saw the actor's expression.

John understands that too - he's uncomfortable looking at a Voldemort with a nose!

He gathered up his robe, lowered his eyes slightly, and let himself look respectful yet humble.

"Let's get started." Yates signaled the staff next to him to raise the beater.

"During these few hours, you have performed a lot of advanced magic with this wand," said John.

"No!" Ralph narrowed his eyes and walked slowly towards him, "I am the one with profound power! This wand is resisting me."

"This is the most powerful magic wand, Ollivander said it himself." John said in a low voice.

The staff signaled that Harry's trio immediately hid behind the barbed wire and debris behind the two, and the camera swept over.

"Tonight, when the boy comes, he won't let you down." John looked at Voldemort tensely, making himself look sincere, "I'm sure."

"It only obeys your orders, and you are the only one." John said slowly, word by word, with a respectful expression on his expression.

"Really?" Voldemort asked softly, staring at his expression elusively.

The atmosphere slowly froze, and a terrifying feeling filled the air, intertwined between the two people looking at each other.

The staff present couldn't help holding their breath, watching the two perform without blinking their eyes.Snape stood not far away, watching with a blank expression.The palms are slightly clenched.

John tried hard to remember, his cheeks twitched, and he asked sincerely like a real servant: "Master?"

Voldemort was still slowly approaching.

"...is this wand really at my command?"

John's expression was slightly disturbed, and he lowered his eyes.

"You're a wise man, Severus." Voldemort walked past him, his voice lowered. "You must know...who does this wand serve?"

"It's you, master." John replied immediately, but the fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, which was well captured by the camera.

"No." Voldemort stopped, and he looked back at John.

"The elder wand cannot submit to me, because I am not its true master." Voldemort seemed to have a lot of meaning when he said this.

John's spine froze suddenly.

At this moment, the Ralph in front of him coincided with the Voldemort in his memory, even though the Voldemort that terrified him at that time was just the body of a big dog.He runs Occlumency, making his eyes go blank.

——Only in this way can he keep the expression of fear from showing on his face.

"It belonged to the last wizard who killed his master," said Voldemort softly, his red eyes fixed on John dangerously.

"Do you know who that is?"

John's face was a little pale, his eyes stared blankly at the floor, and he didn't answer.

"The real master of the Elder Wand is you, Severus."

Voldemort took another step forward: "As long as you live, the Elder Wand will not really belong to me."

John looked at him motionless, as if he wanted to say something.

But Voldemort didn't give him a chance to speak: "You have always been a good and faithful servant... Severus."

"But only I can have immortality." He hissed.

The atmosphere in the room was almost suffocating. John pursed his lips and looked at him complicatedly, as if he had made up his mind and remained motionless.

Voldemort swung his wand abruptly—

John staggered, then suddenly surprised that he was still alive.His knees gave way and he slumped against Nagini's cage.

"Nagini, kill," Voldemort hissed.

"Ca!" Yates called out immediately.

They had already talked about how to shoot before the start.The next scene where Snape was attacked and killed by Nagini needed a close-up shot, so it was necessary to get stuck and reset the camera position.

John still maintained the slumped position with a dazed expression and did not move.

The staff immediately got busy like clockwork, cameras and many machines were brought over.Snape walked through the crowd and said worriedly, "John?"

John shook his head without saying a word.

When David told him the script, he said that the moment Voldemort swung his wand later, blood would ooze from the white edge of his collared shirt, which meant that Voldemort cut his throat.

That's why Nagini got excited after feeling the smell of blood, and attacked him bloodthirsty.

He is now thinking about how to express the voice after a throat injury.

Hmm... Wait, what is most pressing for him right now is how to show the appearance of being attacked without Nagini?

The author has something to say: the article is almost over, and I feel that everyone is gradually leaving, smiling and crying.

By the way, it's almost Ellen's birthday.