John Snape of HP

It was almost dark when we got home.

Mrs. Rolls prepared veal steak, mashed potatoes and green salad.Put together on a large plate and place on the table.

There was a pleasant smell in the kitchen, the smell of onion soup—Mrs. Rolls had brought two bowls of onion soup to the table.

George was sitting at the dining table, busy signing a stack of documents.Hearing the sound of John entering the door, he didn't lift his head:

"John, you're back. I'm dealing with the publishing house. The meal will be ready soon!"

The pen was rustling on the paper, and steaming steam rose spirally above the soup bowl not far away, mixed with the warm yellow lights of the restaurant, it looked very warm.

Mrs. Laws poked her head out of the kitchen in her apron and complained to George: "It's time for dinner, take your papers away."

She looked at John with a smile again: "Go and sit down, dinner is ready."

"Okay, okay." George was still perfunctory casually, still keeping the pen in his hand.

"..."

Usually, when John saw such a scene, he would feel very happy.

Because in his previous life, he was also alone.When I woke up in this life, my parents had already had an accident.But the kind Mrs. Laws and the faithful George have been with him all the time.

It always made him very grateful.

—but today is different.

He glanced at the black-robed figure who came in behind him.Snape's face was as gloomy as ever, and there was no thought in his black eyes.

Subconsciously, John didn't want to leave Snape alone and sit down with his family to have a happy dinner.

He stared at Snape for a long time, which made Snape raise his eyebrows again and fold his arms across his chest.

——He was a little impatient with this familiar standing posture.

John silently remembered, and looked away embarrassedly.

"Er... Mrs. Laws, take my dinner to the study. I want to be alone for a while."

Both Mrs. Laws and George looked over with worried eyes, and George put down the pen in his hand.

John hastily added: "Nothing happened. I just... just want to figure out the role, yes, I want to think about acting, now."

He used an unquestionable tone.

Mrs. Laws complained worriedly, but went back to the kitchen.

John silently apologized in his heart, turned around and went straight up the stairs, the study was on the second floor.Snape walked quietly behind him, without a sound.

It seemed that after meeting Snape today, he didn't speak much.John thought.

John sat down on the sofa after Mrs. Laws had put the dishes on the desk and had gone out to close the door.He couldn't wait to ask:

"Are you the Potions professor at Hogwarts? Si, ​​s... Professor Snape?"

"I thought you should know this better than I do," Snape said pointedly.

His eyes swept across John's head:

"The author of that set of books is you, isn't it?"

Only then did John realize that Snape was looking at the large bookshelf behind him.

He turned his head.In the row near his head, there were thick blue-skinned files, which made the three books in the middle very eye-catching. On the spines of the books were written:

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

John immediately thought of it again—the Hard copy that Chris is holding today, there is a line of golden lettering under the title: [English] John Snape.

He nodded embarrassingly, and pursed his lips: "Then Professor, do you understand?"

Snape rolled his lips maliciously: "About the fact that the savior Potter and his poor Potions professor are actually characters in the book? You want me to think so, huh?"

"What?" John played dumb.

"What's your real name, why are you breaking the rules to promote wizards in the Muggle world? Muggles can't do any good wand, and you reacted to it. Who are you?" Snape's eyes Turning cold and hollow, his voice slipped into a whisper.

If it wasn't that he couldn't touch the real thing, he must have put his wand on John's chest.

John stared fixedly at Snape.

The man in black robe was staring at him with guarded and indifferent eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds, stood up, and drew his wand.

Snape's eyes slid down and rested on his wand.

"Thirteen and one-half inches long, birch, snake nerves. Professor, this is your wand." John asked with a sinking face, "How do I know what material your wand is made of? Ollivander told mine?"

"Then, professor, according to what you said, I'm making a big splash in the Muggle world, why didn't anyone stop all of this, and no one arrested me to Azkaban?"

Snape's eyes seemed frozen to his wand, his marble face was expressionless, and he said nothing.

"As for my surname... why can't I be named Snape? Professor, do you know why your surname is Snape? Why is your mother named Prince? Why is Harry named Potter?"

Snape didn't speak, but his eyes were still wary, maybe a little annoyed.

John laughed.

He knew how wary Snape was unless there was sufficient evidence and facts in front of him.

"You're already a ghost, what's the benefit of me lying to you?" John sat down at the desk again, picked up the knife and fork, "The steak is a bit cold."

"...After the filming is over in the past few days, we will go to London to see if there is a Leaky Cauldron."

The study fell into silence, only the slight clash of knives and forks could be heard.

After a long time, Snape nodded indifferently.