HP John Snape

Chapter 17

Ever since Snape learned the fact that his mother might stay with him for more than ten years, he had been uneasy.

John guessed that he must be reminiscing about his past interactions with Mrs. Pince.

"Actually, there is another guess, but I haven't confirmed it yet. Think about it." John held his chin and said, "Well... Mrs. Pince will always appear after a while after you appear. Isn't that right?"

Snape frowned and said nothing, thinking about what John said.

As an excellent double agent, the most basic thing he needs to know is who is approaching him intentionally and who is approaching him unintentionally.

In his memory, Mrs. Pince had never done anything unusual or out of line.

So in the decades they had been together, he had always treated her as an ordinary colleague. Mrs. Pince is also silent and very transparent. They barely talk. He only spoke when necessary, and his conversations were brief and quick.

But after John's reminder, he thought about it seriously. It seemed that... Mrs. Pince would always happen to pass by, but the frequency seemed to be deliberately controlled on a subtle scale, so that he would not notice it.

In previous years, Mrs. Pince always gave potions books as Christmas gifts from colleagues. I thought this was just to please him. Now think about it, is this hinting at something to him? Or...

Snape frowned.

And if that was his mother... why did she stay in Hogwarts in obscurity, watching him silently without revealing her identity?

But the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he found all kinds of matching clues in his memory.

Your own memory cannot deceive others. He couldn't help but believe it in his heart.

If that was his mother -

would she be counting every meeting they had? Thinking repeatedly about what actions to take and what sentences to say?

Or is it enough that she only knows the news that he is safe?

How on earth could she hold back the intimacy and behave as coldly as a stranger?

...

In fact, this is conceivable - she does have that kind of personality.

Snape's expression was a bit bitter, and he suddenly turned away.

But John still saw it - a teardrop rolled down his aquiline nose.

John opened his mouth, but didn't know how to comfort him. He could tell that Snape had definitely forgotten the reason for his depression that morning, but now he was dealing with a new reason for his depression. And this reason is not temporary.

John couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Knock." The door suddenly rang. A young man's voice came through the door: "Mr. Snape! Please go to the hall quickly!"

His voice was a little panicked. John subconsciously took out his magic wand and waved it - a line of green font appeared in the air: 08:12.

This is usually the time to eat. Did something happen? Or was the filming advanced?

John didn't dare to delay, so he agreed and called Snape's name to go downstairs together.

Snape turned back, his face calm again. He followed John quietly as usual, downstairs.

There was a strange atmosphere in the hall. There was no smell of rice and no chairs were placed.

People gathered together and whispered. John walked over a little confused.

"What happened?" he asked.

People looked over and stepped aside to let out the middle part. John saw Chris, his team, and most of the young actors standing in the middle.

Everyone stared at John. The young actors looked at him with disgust and fear, just like Professor Snape in the play. Chris's expression was also very strange, as if he was struggling, but also as if he wanted to laugh. His face was full of distress and he hesitated to speak.

"What happened?" John was uneasy and asked keenly, "Is it... related to me?"

Chris and George next to him exchanged glances. He came over, coughed dryly, and said carefully,

"Actually, it's like this... This morning we found that many young actors suddenly contracted head lice... Now they are waiting for the doctor to treat them one by one."

—— WTF? !

John: "...I see."

His eyes turned to Snape silently.

Snape: "...?"