HP John Snape

Chapter 22

 

No matter how troubled John is now, the top priority is still the evening show.

When he returned to Harris' ward, he asked David and Chris: "Have you contacted Charlie? What did Warner say?"

David nodded, glanced at Harris, who had woken up in the bed, but was just a little weak, and said: " What they meant was that they would go to the show as usual. They just wanted to say that Harris couldn't go. "

Yes, they are all fine and of course they will continue to participate in the show."

Harris blinked and lay weakly on the bed, looking a little pitiful.

Chris thought he was sad about his illness and wanted to comfort him. But Harris grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands and said pitifully: "So I can't smoke or drink anymore?"

John rolled his eyes funny.

He knew that—Harris, an old naughty boy, was not worried about his own illness. He was more concerned about his cigarettes and alcohol!

John turned around and saw Snape moving his lips a little uncomfortably.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chris, David, John and Maggie packed up and headed to the show venue.

The reason why I went two hours early was to put on makeup before the show.

In the backstage where people were coming and going, Maggie was sitting and being put on makeup, while John stood aside and watched. David hurried over and handed out some papers to them.

This is a question that the host will ask later, so that they can all get familiar with it first.

In order to promote the crew, some small details of the movie that have not been discovered need to be revealed. These have already been agreed upon.

However, the final show cannot decide who wins and who loses. So it is best for everyone to prepare a few, and if you feel that you are not very promising, prepare a few more.

As soon as these words came out, Maggie and Chris started whispering. David couldn't help but join them after looking at the paper for a few times. Only God John is left.

He turned half of his body, lowered his head and began to secretly play with his mobile phone.

"What materials are needed for the demulcent?"

"The essence of hellebore."

John's fingers jumped on the keyboard and he typed these three words quickly.

"I really don't know if there is such a potion material in the Muggle world..." He muttered without confidence.

"Hey!!" But the next moment, his eyes widened.

Snape couldn't help but condescend to lean over and look at the phone screen.

"Helleborus is native to western China, southern and central Europe. It is distributed in western Britain, Portugal and Spain... It is a perennial evergreen herb. It likes a warm and humid environment... Severus, is this it?"

" Who are you calling?" Maggie's voice suddenly came from behind.

John was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone. He hurriedly looked back -

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Maggie smiled and apologized, "I just saw you screaming with your phone and wanted to see what you were looking at."

She blinked and asked slowly : "You were talking about...Severus?"

John glanced at Snape nervously. He had already retreated quite a distance and was looking here with a straight face.

He was probably still a little uncomfortable facing Maggie, who looked exactly like Professor McGonagall.