John Snape of HP

"What funeral?" Mrs. Laws couldn't help asking, "John, aren't you well now?"

John coughed dryly: "My current body is just solidified by people's attention. My real body is indeed dead."

He pointed to the top: "...It's still lying on the second floor."

George and Mrs. Laws looked at each other wordlessly, with shock in their eyes.

Indeed, they are happy only to know that John is alive.But now they heard that John said that he was indeed dead, and the body was still there, which made them feel more embarrassed.

"Uh, what we decided just now was to bury you next to your parents. But now that you're here...you decide for yourself." George said awkwardly.

It seemed absurd for John himself to discuss his funeral.

John mused.

To be buried directly...feeling that my body is slowly turning into bones in the ground...is a bit strange.

But let him be cremated, John couldn't bear it.

Anyway, he has used his body for several years!

"Just bury it next to my parents. Find a secret time and bury it directly." John finally decided.

"Decided?" Snape looked at him.

"It's decided." John made up his mind. "Although my body has magic power, I don't worry about Voldemort stealing it. When he killed me, he didn't move. He just drank a few mouthfuls of blood."

Snape's face darkened, and he looked at him: "Drinking blood? What's going on?"

John was stunned for a moment, subconsciously feeling something was wrong, he squirmed his lips and said hesitantly: "It's nothing. He even drank my blood when he bit my throat. He said my blood is not comparable to a unicorn or something." ..."

Snape gave him a deep look, his expression turning cold.

Sensing Snape's anger, John quickly changed the subject: "Ahem...Well, even though it's winter, it's better to bury him early. How about we... go tomorrow?"

The three had no objection.

Mrs. Laws brought up the troubled meal.

The four people who were already hungry suddenly gobbled it up.

"This body is really miraculous. I feel like my living body. It can actually be hungry and eat?" John smiled in amazement.

"It's great to still be able to taste delicious food!" He said vaguely, contentedly picked up a small piece of pork chop, and happily chewed it.

Looking at his stupid look, Snape's expression became much milder.

Mrs. Laws lowered her head and secretly smiled ambiguously.

—and Stupid George was so absorbed in gobbling it up that he saw nothing.

The time soon came to the second day.

The news about John's near-death and survival is overwhelming outside, but he doesn't know it.Apparated to his parents' grave with Snape, George, and Mrs. Laws.

Snape was also tired, leading people back and forth three times in a row.This strengthened John's idea of ​​studying magic harder.

It took the four of them nearly an hour to complete the small, private funeral.

The coffin was bought by Snape, who was least noticed.The body was carried all the way by John himself.Mrs. Laws did the crying.The eulogy was delivered by George - though he found it both funny and sad.

——God knows how much psychological damage was caused to George when John went downstairs with his body in his arms.The contrast effect of that picture is too sharp.

After finishing the funeral, John seemed to have finally accomplished something big.The whole person relaxed, not knowing what to do.

Snape will try his best to search for traces of Voldemort these days.And he couldn't go out in an open and aboveboard manner.

...Stay home and write the "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" manuscript.

He picked up a thick stack of "Half-Blood Prince" manuscripts on the left hand side, looked at the brand new paper under his pen, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

... He still remembers that when he first watched the Half-Blood Prince in his last life, there was a scene where the atmosphere was very gloomy and depressing.

Rainy weather, desolate streets, dirty and blackened houses, and waste water flooding the river.Two women came to a room dodgingly.

That place was...Spider's End, Snape's home.

Oh no.

"Spinner's End" was originally supposed to be "Spinner's Endbyariver".

Chinese means "wander to the end."

John stared at the string of words, chewing slowly.

Many things in "Harry Potter" can only be felt by reading the original English. Rowling is really an interesting person.She gave such a meaningful name to the place where Snape lived.

"Wandering to the end" pretty much sums up Snape's life.

Snape's life was indeed wandering in choice.

He chooses between Lily and power, between Voldemort and Dumbledore, between love and not love, and between life and death.

Among these choices, he was right and wrong.It is precisely because of this that he has been burdened with the pain and responsibility of his life.It turned him into that "gloomy, venomous, eccentric and obnoxious old Bat Snape".

John's heavy expression suddenly changed, and he laughed foolishly.

——But now this old bat is his, and it belongs to him alone.

Thinking of this, he wrote "Deathly Hallows" vigorously.

It's time to avenge his family Severus!Take the time to write!

……

"Half-Blood Prince" is the only manuscript that John has changed.

Rowling's writing is very good, and he thinks he has no skills to surpass it.But he can still make up for the lack of some subtle places.

For example, at the beginning of "Half-Blood Prince", Minister of Magic Fudge visits the British Prime Minister.

He once said: "By the way, I have to say that you accept this matter much better than your predecessor. He thought I was a liar sent by his political enemies and wanted to throw me out of the window." Woolen cloth."

But in terms of time, the year "Half-Blood Prince" took place was 1996, and the current British Prime Minister is John Major.

And his predecessor was Margaret Thatcher.

So Fudge should call her "she".

The author has something to say: I added an author with something to say.

23333 Is my retribution still unfinished?

Half asleep and half awake this morning, the central air conditioner in the dormitory exploded, exploding one after another, still hissing and spouting sparks, filling the dormitory with a smell.Fortunately, a roommate had already woken up, and rushed over to cut off the electricity.

This is scarier than the dormitory diagonally opposite last week, it scared us...

We all wondered if this happened suddenly in the middle of the night, we were all still asleep, so what to do.

The air conditioner and power supply are at the door, so we can't get out because of the blockage. It's still on the sixth floor, and everything has to be grilled steaks. (laughing face)

Fortunately, it happened in the morning, it really scared me to death (╥﹏╥)