HP John Snape

Chapter 6

Snape seemed lost in thought.

John didn't say anything until he finished his dinner.

John was more curious - was it because the wand was in his hand that others couldn't see Snape? What if you give your wand to someone else?

He suppressed this thought, and after wiping the oil stains on his mouth with a tissue slowly, he thought of a more practical question:

"Professor Snape, do you need to sleep at night?"

John added: "Your condition He doesn't look like a simple ghost, and maybe he needs to sleep."

Snape made a decision and agreed with this guess.

But at ten o'clock in the evening, when it was time to rest, John kindly took Snape to a guest room and asked him to sleep, and then he discovered a problem.

"Mr. Snape seems to have forgotten that I cannot move more than a few meters away from you." Snape emphasized the word 'Snape' sarcastically.

"That's right." John forgot this inadvertently, and he stuttered suddenly, "W-that means...?!"

He suddenly took a few steps forward and stared at the room next door in shock - that was him bedroom. Although the bed inside is a double bed, if two adult men lie down on it, they must be right next to each other. There are windows and bedside tables on both sides of the bed, and there's not even room for a chair.

Snape also fell silent when he saw the size of the bed.

After a long time, he asked dryly: "I assume...you can't conjure a bed?"

John answered with difficulty: "...yes."

Snape's eyes fell directly on the end of the bed and began to calculate the distance.

He probably wanted to see if he could put a chair at the end of the bed.

John cleared his throat: "...Right."

He spent the entire afternoon being surprised to meet Snape, completely forgetting the special feeling when he first held the wand.

That feeling... maybe he can also use magic spells?

"How about you teach me a spell? A transformation spell or something like that." John pulled out his wand and suggested.

Snape crossed his shoulders, half surprised and half doubtful: "If you really don't understand anything... it's impossible for you to learn how to make a bed now."

John thought about it.

If he could really use spells - Harry's first Transfiguration lesson was just to turn a match into a needle. It also took one lesson for the talented ones. He wanted to change the bed now, so Snape wouldn't want to sleep tonight.

"Uh, I still want to try...is there really magic?" John paused and asked seriously.

Snape raised his eyebrows and stared at him for a long time, realizing that John was asking seriously.

He couldn't help asking, "Have you really never learned anything?"

John spread his hands, a look of helplessness on his face.

A look of suspicion appeared on Snape's face now, but it was fleeting.

"..."

He spent three-quarters of his life living in the wizarding world.

He didn't believe a word of what this guy called "John Snape" said.

——Say that he, everyone he gets along with, or the entire wizarding world, his life, are all described in a book?

No one would say such a thing if a troll stepped on his brain!

...But what he saw along the way and what this man said was true, and he could not refute those doubts.

Especially since this man was new in skills, he really didn't seem to be lying.

There was a hint of heavy haze in Snape's eyes.

"..."

How can a person know all the secrets of the wizarding world without having learned any magic at all?

All this points to that damn, John Snape so-called fact!