John Snape of HP

When John returned upstairs, Snape was still standing in front of the cauldron, and the steam was rising and swirling around the room, so that his expression could not be seen clearly.

John didn't say any more, and went back to his room to sleep tiredly.

The next day was the final holiday, and potions such as palliatives and enhancers were ready, so John and Snape took advantage of this day to visit Harris in the hospital.

A silent stun spell was cast, and Harris fell asleep.

John stood guard at the door, and Snape emerged inside to heal Harris.

——It was supposed to teach John the spell and let him carry it out.But since Snape could cast magic now, it was naturally best for him to come.

John guarded nervously at the door, for fear that someone would come to visit Harris at this moment.

Fortunately, Merlin was protecting him, and Snape came out after only a short while.

"How? Is he well?" John was worried.

"His physique has improved, and the most fundamental cause of the disease has disappeared, and now he can be discharged after staying in the hospital for a while." Snape replied.

John thought so too.

If Harris is completely cured, it will definitely cause a sensation.But like now, it will be less noticeable.

"Then let's go back." Seeing Snape's expression change, John disappeared.He turned around quickly and saw several familiar figures appearing at the corner of the corridor.

"Daniel, Emma, ​​are you here to see Harris?" It was the little actors of Harry and Hermione, and their families.

"Yeah, John. I'm going back to the set tomorrow, so I'll see Grandpa Harris again." Little Daniel said.

"Harris should have been sleepy just now, and fell asleep while talking. You go in, then I will go back first." John smiled calmly on his face, but in his heart he shouted dangerously—they should come earlier , but Snape's treatment was interrupted.

Driving home, Snape showed his figure again, and the two walked into the hall together.

Now that Snape's identity was clear, he was not afraid to appear in front of Mrs. Rolls and George.

At the dining table, George was writing quickly in a thick stack of documents as usual, while Mrs. Laws was sitting in the living room, choosing dishes and watching TV.The atmosphere is cozy.

Hearing the sound when they entered the door, both of them looked towards the entrance.

"Ah, you're back. What would you like to have for lunch?" Mrs. Laws was okay, smiling and welcoming.

George now knew that this was John's relative, but his first impression of Snape was too bad, so he couldn't help but look at him unkindly.

"How about veal steak?" John suggested.

Being a carnivore, he couldn't get enough of a tender veal steak.

"And pasta, right?" Mrs. Laws said what John was going to say when he came down, "I know you like this combination."

"What about Sebastian?" She turned to Snape inquiringly.

Snape's surprised expression was fleeting, and he said flatly, "I can do it."

"Don't be embarrassed, just tell me what you want to eat." Mrs. Laws winked at Snape.

Snape looked at her speechlessly.

"Cough... Mrs. Laws, just do as I say." John hastily coughed and interrupted Mrs. Laws.

Just kidding, Snape doesn't look embarrassed.

"Okay, then this lunch is veal steak with pasta."

"Wait!" George couldn't help but put down his pen and protested, "What about me? Mrs. Laws, you haven't asked me yet!"

Mrs. Laws gave him a disdainful look: "Didn't I remind you ten or eight times when you ate. You were too busy to talk about dieting. Do you think you are Sherlock Holmes? It is useless to ask you."

George was stabbed to death, his voice suddenly dropped, he muttered and couldn't say anything.

"By the way, John, someone called the landline just now, saying that it is Ms. Li from the flower-growing country." Mrs. Laws suddenly remembered.

"From Ms. Li who grows flowers?" John restrained his smile and repeated in confusion.

The country of planting flowers, that is the country of his previous life, which is still buried in his heart.

Are you here for permission again?or what to do?

John asked for a phone number and called back.

He decided that as long as it was a general request, he would agree.This is the first thing from the hometown of the previous life.

John walked out of the porch to answer the phone.He glanced back and saw that Mrs. Laws was talking enthusiastically to Snape, while the professor had a sullen face, very uncomfortable with such enthusiasm, but held back and did not go upstairs.

The call is connected.

"Hi, hello, Ms. Li, I'm John Snape." John said in Chinese.

The female voice on the phone sounded a little surprised: "Ah, hello! I'm Li Xiaoyi. Your Chinese is really good."

"I'm very interested in planting flowers, so I learned some. You called my house today, do you know what's going on?"

John had a brief introduction to Chinese.Hearing the man's hesitation, he took the initiative to ask.

"Actually..." Li Xiaoyi's voice was a little hesitant, but she quickly made up her mind, "I hope you don't think I'm joking, please listen to me..."

"Please tell me." John's curiosity was aroused.

"I am the founder of a toothpaste company in Huahua Country. The latest company has developed a new type of toothpaste. This toothpaste will have a great therapeutic effect on oral problems. But the company's capital chain has a problem, and it will soon be unable to support it. . . so I would like to ask you to... please..."

"Can I inject capital?" John asked in disbelief.

This thing sounds ridiculous, mainly because it has nothing to do with him.

"With all due respect, why did you find me?" John asked.Could it be that this person has nowhere to go, and seeing his movie makes a lot of money again... It's too ridiculous...

"Um... yes." The female voice couldn't hide her shame, and said quickly, "I found you because... because of Professor Snape!"

"Snape!" John was taken aback.

He thought of Snape always going out with his wand a few days ago, disappearing for a day and a half.Does this have something to do with him?The toothpaste company has what he wants?Potion ingredients?

In just a few seconds, John's mind raced, and a series of ideas came to his mind.