John Snape of HP

The silver mist in the sky was still fighting, and John gave Snape a wink from off-screen.The two held their wands and moved towards the hellebore at the same time.

"It's time to test whether you are loyal HP fans. Who knows what the potion ingredient hellebore is used for?" John stared at Snape's movements, imitating himself, and said Still diverting the audience's attention.

"Hellebore..."

"I don't really remember."

"Wait, I've been paying attention to potion ingredients. Let me see..."

"Come on upstairs!"

"But I really can't remember."

John was taken aback suddenly, remembering that "Mediate" seems to be the content of the fifth grade potions class!In other words... the fifth book he wrote has not yet been published, and everyone does not know about it!

He hurriedly smiled awkwardly, and clarified: "I'm sorry. I made a joke just now. Hellebore is a potion material that appears in the manuscript I'm writing now. I've been writing more intensively recently, so I got it mixed up..."

He knows that if some small shortcomings are exposed at the right time, the readers will not be angry, but will find it cute, and they will relish it.

Sure enough, the audience complained to him one after another: "What, it turned out to be a joke."

"I've been looking through the books for a long time."

"Me too, I can't remember why... It's in the new book, John is so cute."

John shivered silently.

The dementors in the sky finally couldn't resist the increasingly powerful patron saint, wandered around for a few laps and fled to the distance unwillingly.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his wand, and took a few steps to the side.

John hurried off to pick the hellebore.

He put all the hellebores he picked into his backpack and made a small pile.

But he didn't know if it was enough, so he looked at Snape with puzzled eyes.

——The black figure stopped moving at some point, stood aside and stared at his hand with a relaxed expression.

It has recovered very well.

John's mood couldn't help rising.

In just ten minutes, the professor's face changed from gray to pale, then reddish, and now it became rosy.One can tell at a glance that he has fully recovered, and his condition is even better than after he appeared on the show.

Now that the dementors have been defeated and the hellebores have been harvested, John secretly prepares to cross the river and demolish the bridge—the live broadcast is over.

In this damn place, he was so cold that he wanted to die.

But if we were honest, the audience would definitely not like it.

John thought for a moment and knew what to do.

Snape also stood aside and acted as a transparent person.Both the wand and the phone are in John's hands.

He pointed the phone screen at himself, raised his wand and said, "Luminescence!"

The tip of the stick shone brightly, and a warm light illuminated John's face.

There was another exclamation in the comment area:

"Magic! Using magic again!"

"The light looks real, and the shadow on John's chin is also very realistic. If this is production, it needs to be very complicated to operate."

"That's right. John has changed many times from the initial position, the action of casting magic, the action of hellebore, and the current action. It's a big project to make such subtle actions! But in the middle The shadows and bright parts of the painting are very realistic, and the picture is not distorted. This master really has a level!"

"I almost suspect that John can use magic. Professor Snape, tell me, why did you sneak into the Muggle world and become an actor?"

"What's the name of the master? It seems that I don't know the name of the master from the beginning to the end."

John smiled and said nothing, trying to keep the mystery of the "master".

He couldn't bear the cold too much. He saw that it was almost 10 minutes later, so he said something and turned off the live broadcast.

The man in front of the camera has a mysterious expression, his pupils are dark and deep.But when he turned off the phone, he immediately jumped up as if he was on fire, the indifferent expression on his face was gone, and his face was unbearable.

He rushed over, turned out all the thick clothes in the backpack, and beckoned Snape to come over and get dressed: "Put it on, put it on."

Just now, in order to let himself speak more normally and not chatter every sentence, John imitated Snape's accent.Lower your voice and speak slowly.

Now that everything is done, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel that he was so cold that he almost lost consciousness.

Snape was still moving freely, he took shape and put on his clothes.

"..." John was staring at his normal movements with envy and hatred, and he put on a sweater clumsily.

Snape's energy had indeed recovered quite well.You could tell from his incessant Apparition on the return journey, but his expression remained the same.

The place where the two landed was still in the garden in front of the door.

The two people wearing extremely thick clothes arrived in England in the winter, and John couldn't help sighing - he felt that the weather was as warm as spring.

Only then did John's cell phone rang in a panic.

He stamped his feet, stomping the frost and crushed ice on the path in the garden, while answering five or six calls without stopping.

Sure enough, as he expected.Chris, David, Charlie, Maggie, Richard, even little Daniel called.

They all came to inquire about the identity of the mysterious master.

"You kid, you know such a master without making a sound?" Chris said in surprise and admiration, "I also watched the live broadcast, and the picture is so realistic! I almost thought you knew magic!"

John could only chuckle dryly at this.

"Seriously, can you introduce me to that master? The movies made by the Harry Potter crew will surely amaze the world! I swear to God!" Charlie asked excitedly on the phone.

"Well...he just wanted to repay my father's kindness at that time...I also wanted to promote the film to the crew and used it this time. The master said that he had no such intention." John was sweating profusely and fabricated a lie.

He was also smiling wryly in his heart.

Not to mention swearing to God, even if you swear to Merlin.

——He also has to be able to conjure a master.

If you really tell a lie, you have to tell countless lies to complete the lie.He couldn't bear it any longer.

During the phone call, John had already entered the room with Snape, who was carrying a backpack. He made a gesture to the ambiguously smiling Mrs. Laws in the living room, and rushed to the second floor.

"..." Snape stood on the stairs, looked at Mrs. Rouse's weird smile, and nodded to her unnaturally.

He didn't want to think at all what Mrs. Laws was thinking now.

The professor pursed his lips and strode upstairs, trying to shake his long coat out of his robe.

It's just that the back looks a bit like running away.

Mrs. Laws watched the two of them get into the study, happily picked up the landline, and was about to call George.

"It seems that there is no need to worry about John's bad mood... The young man actually has a boyfriend now! It's not easy! I'm going to make a big meal tonight and support John!" She muttered with a smile.

She wasn't sure about it in the afternoon, but now the two of them got into the study openly in front of her... yo yo yo.

Mrs. Laws sat and waited for the shocked face of her companion.

"Are you kidding me?!" George, who rushed over after receiving the call, was indeed shocked.

"I'm not kidding." Mrs. Laws smiled so blindly that she pointed to the two pairs of boots at the door happily.

George's eyes were wide open. He glanced at the boots in the hallway, and then hurriedly turned his eyes away: "Wait, wait! Those are John's boots as I remember? He...he wears John's shoes?!"

Mrs. Laws smiled and said nothing, and pointed to two pairs of scarves, gloves, ear warmers and hats hanging on a coat rack.and two thick coats.

George was dumbfounded.

He bought them all for John... the same style, the same color.He also picked out the thick coat for John, who has no taste, and he will never admit it wrong!

George only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "That man... is wearing John all over?!"

Not only to wear, but now he is staying at John's house and is going to stay for dinner at night.This is living for nothing!John must have met a liar!

George's eyes grew wary.

"I think the young man is very nice, and he is a good match for our John." Mrs. Laws recalled, "Oh, his name seems to be... Sebastian. Yes, Sebastian Snape."

"Snape?!" George's high-pitched voice almost lifted the ceiling, he stood up abruptly, dumbfounded: "Even the last name has been changed! My God!"

Mrs. Laws also seemed to feel something was wrong, and nodded hesitantly.

George wandered around the living room anxiously: "I'm just absent all afternoon! How could a boyfriend come out of nowhere and still fascinate John like this! Mrs. Laws, don't you think it's too fast! Wait Wait...why do I always feel that something is wrong!"

"Huh? What?"

"I've had a feeling from the beginning that something was wrong... what the hell—"

George's expression became silent and terrifying for a moment - he suddenly realized.But he looked like he was about to pass out, but he forced himself to shout out: "A...a boyfriend! Man! Man! Mrs. Laws! The point is...that's a man?!"

Mrs. Laws looked at George who was about to go berserk, and nodded with a timid and innocent expression: "...It's a man. Is there anything wrong?"

Somewhat dizzy, George supported the vase stand beside him—he looked at Mrs. Laws, who looked at the man and said “for granted”, and felt that he had a terrible headache—he murmured weakly: “Knowing that our country is open , but it has been opened up to this point... Is it because I am out of date..."