John Snape of HP

No wonder everyone was looking at John.

— After all, Snape was notorious for not washing his hair, always poised with greasy hair.

The image of John's Snape was ingrained in their minds.Now that the young actors are suddenly infected with head lice, he is definitely the first to think of him.

After Snape figured out the reason, his face darkened suddenly.

"My fault, my fault—I carry it," said John hastily.

He silently rolled his eyes—in the eyes of these people, he was the author, playing Snape again.But isn't it the source?

Due to a sudden outbreak of head lice, today's shooting plans were all canceled.Chris was helpless.

Because the castle was filmed in a remote area, the actors who were given a day off could only walk around.

Because Snape was in a bad mood, John didn't go out with the others, but continued to stay in the room, practicing magic one after another.

"Fluorescent flashes."

There was a bright light on the tip of the wand, and John looked at it in admiration, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Snape sitting beside him depressed.

He blinked, and suddenly cracked a joke: "By the way, Severus, you know that?"

"The actor who played your old enemy—I don't remember the name. Both he and Old Potter were born on March 3. And there is a saying on the Internet..."

Hearing John mention his old enemy, Snape's expression immediately became disgusted.

John looked at his reaction and continued: "It is said that he is a quick man. He graduated, got married at 19, and had a child at 20. He was killed by Voldemort at 21. His life is so hasty."

As he spoke, John couldn't help laughing himself.Although he wanted to grieve for James' miserable life, it was really joyful.

On one side John was smiling, on the other Snape still had a dark face.

John: "Hahahaha..."

Blackface Snape.

John: "...ahem."

All right.Snape laughed too hard.

"Knox." He had no choice but to touch his nose, and desperately extinguished the light on the tip of his staff.

For a moment the room fell silent.

Snape wasn't a talkative guy - he wouldn't feel bad if he didn't talk for a day if there was nothing to do.

Although John couldn't reach this level, after trying to tell a joke to make the professor fail, he was too embarrassed to know what to say.

Strangely enough, neither of them found the silence bothering them.

After a period of silence, John suddenly had a flash of inspiration.He thought of the answer to why Professor Snape was so depressed every day——

It must be because he has no physical body.

A normal person can't move freely all day... maybe at first it can be tolerated.But after a long time, you will definitely not be able to accept it, right?

"Professor, have you read any books related to souls before? Your current situation..." John asked.

——As soon as books and homework were mentioned, he couldn't help calling "Professor" in awe.

He thought of the books Harry's trio had found when they searched for Horcruxes.

Even if they could find the books, Snape had worked for Voldemort and was a master of potions, surely he knew more about souls?

"It's different." Snape said with a slight frown. "The records in the book are all theories. The only few methods are also attempts to tell how to live forever. Ghosts are all created by obsession after death." Transformation, what humans can see with the naked eye.”

He curled his lips ironically: "But I've never been in such a situation—a dead person still stays in the world and cannot be seen by others."

John was a little disappointed.

Professor Binns was teaching during his lifetime, but he became a ghost after his death, and he can still basically behave like a normal person, attending classes, teaching students, and staying at Hogwarts like home.

And Snape should have been vindicated and enjoyed the belated glory and peace after the war.Whether he wanted it or not—at least he deserved it.

But after his death, he somehow came to this world without the magic world, and became an existence that no one else could see.

——Can only be attached to a magic wand, can't touch the real thing, and can't control his own freedom.

It's too unfair.

The author has something to say: I completed this chapter on the train, and I just arrived home in half a month.So happy qwq my soft quilt! !