HP John Snape

Chapter 7

Regardless of what Snape thought, he agreed to let John try the Transfiguration Charm on a match first.

The lights in the room had been turned off and the curtains were not closed. The dim moonlight filtered in, and the silhouettes of the two people could be vaguely seen.

John generously gave up the bed. He just sat on the edge of the bed, waving his wand at the matches in front of him with great interest.

Snape unceremoniously undressed and lay on the bed, quietly watching him try again and again, his dark eyes almost blending into one in the dark night.

John tried for a long time, maybe half an hour - and the match didn't change.

Snape wasn't sure whether it was because John had never used charms before that he was so unfamiliar with it, or whether it was because the wand came from him.

All he knew was that now he couldn't even hold his own wand, which made him irritated.

To be precise, he has been in a passive state since he woke up without a clue today.

John sighed and put the match back on the bedside table.

"It's too late. Let's try again tomorrow when we have time." He explained, "I feel like the head of the match has become a bit pointy."

Snape suppressed the emotion in his heart and snorted.

"I have no doubt that you have the brain of a first-grade troll."

Because of quibbles?

John scratched his head awkwardly and coughed lightly: "Okay, good night."

He paid attention to the area where Snape was lying, and curled up on the only remaining bed.

Snape, on the other hand, only glanced at it, moved his lips, and said nothing.

——Although Snape, like a ghost, does not occupy a physical bed. But letting John sleep "inside" him unknowingly would not be a good thing for anyone.

Especially both John and Snape were used to sleeping alone. Now being able to sleep on the same bed is the maximum that both parties can tolerate.

Snape reluctantly replied: "Good night."

He turned his face to the window and stared at the moonlight. He didn't know what he was thinking and did not fall asleep.

John also didn't adapt well and stayed up very late before going to bed.

...

The crew will be busy preparing for the final filming in the next few days. John follows the crew every day and discusses the plot from time to time. Snape just watched silently, trying to analyze the current environment through the conversations of the people around him.

John spent all his free time practicing spells, and the next night he turned matches into needles. Next learn the levitation spell.

Snape sprayed venom at him without any subtlety.

This was academic advice, and John didn't dare to be dissatisfied.

When sleeping, the two of them can share the same bed without any problems - John has replaced the small bed with a wider big bed. Changed the position in the bedroom.

Snape wanted to sleep in a bed by himself - but because he couldn't leave him, two small beds close together were not as convenient as one big bed. This fact made Snape's face darken for several days.

Finally, the day came for the entire crew to finish filming. After everyone had dinner together, John hurriedly left the set and headed to London.

——These days, Snape's patience has been completely exhausted.

John sat in the train carriage, stroking the wand with his hand in his sleeve, and he was looking forward to it.

...Is there a "Leaky Cauldron"?

The prototype of the Leaky Cauldron, on Charing Cross Street in London's West End.

This street is filled with various second-hand bookstores. The Leaky Cauldron in "Harry Potter 1" was filmed on this street, which brought it more popularity.

You will see a hurried flow of people on the street, and you will also see many people hesitating and stopping.

There was no doubt about it – they were looking for the Leaky Cauldron.

Snape had tensed up since he arrived here. Although he didn't say it, it could be seen from his straightened back.

John raised the corners of his lips slyly.

When filming, for a little thought, the crew did not immediately announce the specific location of the Leaky Cauldron, only saying that it was in a certain shop on this street.

So today's tourists may wander through bookstores, just looking for a small bar that may be dirty and run-down. But who knows? The real Leaky Cauldron is actually an optical shop.

Ha, optical shop, this is really a bit humorous. Just let them keep looking for a while.

John ignored the group of anxious and excited people on the street and thought very calmly.

Snape was undoubtedly familiar with this street. He didn't even need to look at it, and strode straight towards the Leaky Cauldron.

John was very lucky to see the professor's black robe billowing, and he quickly followed him to prevent the professor from being too far away from him and causing a tragedy.

Professor, the Leaky Cauldron exists.

But does the Leaky Cauldron exist?

He is really looking forward to it too.

John followed Snape into the shop, and almost simultaneously held his breath.

There is no old, smiling old man Tom behind the counter. There are no people wearing all kinds of strange robes in the dark and dirty store.

A somewhat fat man was sitting in the store. When he saw John, his eyes lit up and he greeted cheerfully: "Hey, John! I'm a rare visitor."

This is the owner of the store, also named David. David Wilson.

Snape frowned at him and walked back without saying anything. He seemed a little disappointed.

In order to keep up with him, John had to say hello vaguely before striding after him.

The back corner looked just as Snape remembered it, and just as it looked in the movies. A pile of bricks and garbage were scattered in the corner, and a wall of bricks stood in front of them.

Snape turned his head and stared at him with dark eyes.

John sighed and pulled out his wand obediently.

Count three pieces upward and two pieces horizontally.

John thought silently in his mind and knocked one by one.

He was a little nervous and his palms were a little slippery, so he needed to hold the wand firmly.

One second passed, five seconds passed. The wall in front of me was unresponsive.

John couldn't help but glance at Snape. He was looking at the wall expressionlessly. The loose robe covered everything about him, making it impossible for John to judge his thoughts through his subtle movements.

"What are you doing? Come to the store suddenly and knock on this wall like a wizard?" David's voice came from behind.

He was a little confused.