John Snape of HP

Considering the size of the mandrake, John couldn't help but take that as a compliment.

He looked out of the window and found that the sky became cloudy at some point - no wonder he suddenly felt a little dark while writing.

"Lumos," he said, drawing out his wand.Then he put the magic wand in front of the manuscript, and continued writing with the little light.

"..." Snape didn't even bother to mock him.

Since John learned magic, he has been abusing it everywhere.

Can turn on the light but not turn on the light, non-fluorescent flashing.

If you can hold it by hand or not by yourself, you have to use the unskilled Feilai Curse—last time you almost smashed yourself to death with a sofa.

When you have nothing to do, you can play the Transfiguration Charm, turning pens into cups, tablecloths into erasers, and boots into plates...

It's just messed up.

Snape sat on one side, with a stack of blank bound papers spread out on his lap, and he took a quill and added another word to it: "armadillo bile".

——It seems that it is necessary to make a pot of intelligence enhancer for John.

Although the quill pen is very difficult to use compared to modern pens.But Snape was still used to using this pen—since he noticed that his body was gradually solidifying, he began to try to touch the real thing.

Now, with all his might, he could only 'sink' the paper an inch above his knees, and barely maneuvered the quill, writing the Potions textbook silently.

It is still very difficult for a person who has never learned potion science to let John learn to make potions such as blood tonic and palliative potions.So he needs to teach John the basics first.

Fortunately, crucibles in modern society are more useful than before. Snape was very interested in graphite crucibles and quartz crucibles, and bought a set of modern instruments such as evaporators and test tubes for research.

"Kukou." There was a sudden knock on the study door.

John and Snape exchanged quick glances - Snape dropped the paper and quill on the table, and John immediately covered them with the manuscript.

Snape floated up to the ceiling and hid with a grim expression, waiting for John to open the door.

"Enter!"

George came in with a stack of letters.

"John, these are all letters from your fans. There is also a trunk of letters in the car, all of which I pulled back from the publishing house. Take your time." He piled up the letters beside John's manuscript— —Snape hurriedly circled the ceiling, avoiding his sight.

"I see, is there anything else?" John said while controlling the corners of his mouth.He didn't even dare to look up at the ceiling, Snape's movements and expression must have been very contrasting.

"That's gone." George glanced at the half-written manuscript, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile, "How about we drink together tonight? You haven't relaxed for a long time, and Mrs. Laws has been worried about you recently. .”

John thought of his drinking and wanted to say no.

Although his wine was good, he didn't drink too much.In case he accidentally gets drunk... None of the things in his heart can be said now.

"I'm going out tonight." Seeing George's disappointed expression, John hurried to make amends, "How about another day? Buddy?"

I don't know if Severus has any potion that can last a thousand cups once he drinks it.

"I'll invite you to eat barbecue another day. I heard that a new self-service barbecue restaurant on Wood Street is very delicious. Last time Chris gave me a few coupons there!"

George liked meat, and was glad to hear that.

"Okay, then I won't bother you to write. But you must also pay attention to your body, don't always sit still." He reminded.

George backed out, closing the door behind him.

Mrs. Laws, standing at the foot of the stairs, looked over hastily.Nervously asked: "How?"

"He said he has something to do in the evening, and he will invite us to have a barbecue in the future. Mrs. Laws, don't worry too much. I think John's complexion is not bad, he will not ignore his body."

"That's what I said. But since he came back in a bad mood one day half a year ago, he doesn't like to go out. He is bored in the study every day." Mrs. Laws said worriedly.

"Oh." George could only sigh, not knowing what to say.

upstairs.

After the study door closed, Snape floated down from the ceiling.

Sure enough, his face was very strange - since he woke up until now, it was the first time that he floated up and down like a ghost.

"Just get used to it." John had no choice but to comfort him like this.

This was also caused by Snape's body gradually solidifying.Because his figure is also faint in the mirror, appearing and disappearing from time to time.John guessed that other people could see his shadow from time to time, too.

At that time, Snape must be regarded as a ghost.So now he has to hide when people come.

It's better for John to hide at home now, and he will go to the production team again in a few days.That's when it gets tricky.

Fortunately, Snape said that he could only temporarily lose control of himself, and after a few days of proficiency, he might be able to freely control himself from being seen by others.

Now John dared to take Snape out for a stroll at night, after all, it was dark.

——The commercials and programs in the morning are all forced, so I can only leave my wand at home and feel sorry for Snape for a while.

In the evening, John looked out of the window again.It was dark already.The thunder rumbled muffled, and the rain was pounding heavily.

So he changed into a white woolen shirt with a nice brown leather coat over it.Put on a pair of high-top leather boots with fluff.A dark green scarf was wrapped around his neck.

He took another straight black umbrella and went downstairs.

"It's raining so heavily, and we still have to go out." Mrs. Laws muttered unhappily.She hurried around the table and handed John a bowl of cream of mushroom soup as he walked to the door.

"Drink a bowl first to warm your stomach before leaving."

John shyly glanced at Snape who was waiting to go out with a blank expression beside him. He wanted to refuse but saw Mrs. Rolls' expectant eyes, so he blew a little and drank it down.

"Okay, I'm leaving." He twisted open the door in some embarrassment and hurried out.

The cream of mushroom soup is rich and delicious, and it is really warming on this cold rainy night.But the better the drink, the more ashamed John felt.

—Snape still had nothing.

Tonight was originally the time for John to have dinner with David, Charlie, Robbie and a group of crew members.

But he has changed his mind now.

"I'm really sorry... Yes, I have something suddenly." John called David.

He doesn't plan to go.

Originally, this time it was just a gathering of personal friends, Maggie and Chris didn't go because they were busy.It would be no problem if John didn't go now.

"Aren't you curious about where we're going?" John couldn't help asking seeing that Snape didn't have the slightest expression of doubt after he hung up the phone.

"If you'd like to talk, then I'll know."

On the other hand, if he didn't want to say it, Snape wouldn't know.Do you mean that?

John pursed his lips.

—What a boring old man!

Snape scrunched up his face and gave a malicious smirk: "That's really embarrassing."

Startled, John thought he had spoken.

[In fact, Harry always felt that Snape had the ability to read people's hearts. ]

This sentence in the original book involuntarily jumped out of his mind.

Actually Harry's guess was right.Snape did have Remembrance.

But he can't usually use this, can he?He has very keen senses.

John quickly restrained his expression into a dull look.