John Snape of HP

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John froze in astonishment.

What's the situation?

He suddenly realized that what Severus was thinking seemed to be different from what he was thinking.

"Alan and I don't have that kind of relationship. You are not his substitute." John said quickly,

"I like him, but that's because he played Snape... I liked Professor Snape in the show—"

John saw Snape's expression getting more and more terrifying.He hurriedly said quickly:

"So I took him for you!"

He struck while the iron was hot, staring at Snape eagerly: "You said 'Snape' is a character - but it's more than a character, that's you. I liked you before, and now I like you and me You who have been with me for so long... I like no one else. Severus Snape. It has always been only you."

Without waiting for Snape to answer, John's expression was suddenly startled, and his face was a little pale.

These words were very familiar, reminding him of his confession in the dream.

"The patron saint is the expression of one's inner feelings, and it can't be fake—"

"Severus Snape, I really like you."

But what answer did he get?

John's heart seemed to be completely frozen by ice, unable to breathe, it was very cold.

——The scene in front of me is so familiar, it seems to overlap with that dream.

After such an obvious confession, Snape's calm expression would turn raw and icy at once...he would say...

"We can't."

"Don't lie to me."

The familiar voice and the voice in memory sounded together, but the content was completely opposite.

John looked back at the man in front of him with some astonishment.

——Snape's face softened, and all the anger and coldness in his eyes just now dissipated.

He warned in a low voice.He also folded his arms in front of him in a threatening way.

——But there was no coldness in the words.

...the ice in my chest melted.The heart also resumed beating.John felt he could breathe again.

"Well, I didn't lie to you." He smiled heartily.

The atmosphere in the corridor began to lighten up.

John thought he had escaped, but Snape still asked sharply:

"So, why are you still trying to contact Rickman without telling me?"

If John really liked him all the time, then why did he still contact that man with a guilty conscience.

Snape always felt that there was something weird in the explanation just now, it didn't seem to be the final truth.

John hesitated for a moment, then completely relieved.

He had made the final psychological preparation just now, to say everything.It was only interrupted by Severus's guess in the middle.

Now is the time to tell it all.

If Severus really despised him for what he did, then...he deserved it.

——He was in such a broken state.

"It's actually like this... In the last life, the 'Harry Potter series' was written by Rowling, and Alan Rickman played Professor Snape in her novel. And I, just an ordinary person, have nothing to do with this Connected fans."

Snape couldn't help but a touch of emotion flashed across his face, he didn't expect this to happen.

"I died and found myself alive again as this boy named John Snape. And the world... without Harry Potter. It just so happens that I was an actor, not much acting--but I still think--"

"...After that, you will know. I actually met you, and I also had magic. I accidentally discovered that there is also Alan Rickman in this world."

John shrugged, spread his hands and laughed at himself: "I'm not the author of Harry Potter, I'm not the actor who plays Professor Snape, and I'm not John Snape... That's it."

When he said the last sentence, John's voice had become cold, and he turned around and was about to go downstairs.He didn't want to see Severus' expression, and he didn't want Severus to see his sad expression.

A force suddenly came from behind, stopping his steps.It was Snape who grabbed his arm.

John stood there pretending to be calm, without looking back: "Is there anything else? I have to go to the publishing house."

"What was your... original name?"

Snape's dry voice came from behind.

There was a trace of surprise on John's face, but he still replied:

"Han Yue. My name is Han Yue."

"Coincidentally, in Chinese, 'Han Yue' is just 'John' pronounced backwards."

The author has something to say: Ahem... To be honest, this is almost over, and my hero's real name just came out.