HP John Snape

Chapter 5

 

It was almost dark when we got home.

Mrs. Laws prepared veal steak, mashed potatoes, and salad greens. Put it together on a large plate and place it on the table.

The kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of onion soup - Mrs. Laws filled two bowls of onion soup and brought it 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 even raise his head:

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

The pen rustled on the paper, and the soup bowl not far away spiraled above Steaming steam rises, mixed with the warm yellow lights of the restaurant, making it look very warm.

Mrs. Laws stuck her head out of the kitchen wearing an apron and complained to George: "It's almost time to eat, take your documents away."

She looked at John with a smile again: "Go and sit down, it's time to eat."

"Okay . , Okay." George was still talking nonchalantly, and the pen in his hand continued.

"..."

Usually when John sees such a scene, he will feel very happy.

Because in his previous life, he was also alone. Although my parents had been in an accident when I woke up in this life. But the kind-hearted Mrs. Laws and the loyal George stayed with him.

This 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 his black eyes showed no thoughts.

John subconsciously didn't want to leave Snape alone, so he sat down with his family to have a pleasant dinner.

He stared at Snape for a little too long, which made Snape raise his eyebrows again and cross his arms in front of his chest.

——He was a little impatient with this familiar stance.

John silently remembered it and looked away sheepishly.

"Uh...Mrs. Rolls, take my meal to the study. I want to be alone for a while."

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

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

He used a tone that left no room for doubt.

Mrs. Laws complained worriedly, but returned to the kitchen.

John apologized silently in his heart, turned around and went straight up the stairs. The study was on the second floor. Snape walked quietly behind him, making no sound.

It seems that since meeting Snape today, he hasn't spoken much. John thought.

After Mrs. Laws put the plate on the desk and exited to close the door, John sat down on the sofa. He couldn't wait to ask:

"Are you the Potions Professor at Hogwarts? Professor S.S. Snape?"

"I thought you should know this better than me." Snape pointedly meant explain.

His eyes swept over John's head:

"You are the author of that set of books, aren't you?"

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

He turned his head. In the row near his head, there were thick blue-covered archive books. The three books sandwiched in the middle were very eye-catching. On the spines were written:

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

John immediately thought of it again - the book Chris was holding in his hand today had a line of golden letters under the title: [English] Written by John Snape.

He nodded sheepishly and pursed his lips: "So Professor, do you understand everything?"

Snape curled his lips maliciously: "The information about the savior Potter and his poor Potions Professor is actually in the book. Characters? You want me to think so, huh?"

"What?" John played dumb.

"What is your real name? Why do you violate the rules and promote wizards in the Muggle world? Muggles cannot make any wand, and you reacted to it. Who are you?" Snape's eyes It became cold and hollow, and his voice dropped to a whisper.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't touch anything, he would have pressed the wand against John's chest.

John stared intently 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 dropped and rested on the wand.

"Thirteen and one-half inches long, birch wood, snake nerve. Professor, this is your wand." John asked with a serious face, "Why do I know what the material of your wand is? Ollivander told "Mine?"

"So Professor, according to you, I am making a big splash in the Muggle world. Why doesn't anyone stop this and capture me in Azkaban?"

Snape's eyes looked like this. Frozen on the wand, his marble face showed no expression or spoke.

"As for my last name...why can't I have the last name Snape? Professor, do you know why your last name is Snape? Why is your mother's last name Prince? Why is Harry's last name Potter?"

Snape said nothing. , but his eyes were still empty and wary, perhaps a little more annoyed.

John laughed.

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

"You're already a ghost. What's the point of lying to you?" John sat down at the desk again and picked up the knife and fork. "The steak is a little cold."

"...After the filming is finished in the next few days, we will go to London. "Let's go and see if there is a Leaky Cauldron."

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

After a long moment, Snape nodded inaudibly.