HP John Snape

Chapter 29

When John thought about the size of the mandrake, he couldn't help but take this sentence as a compliment.

He looked out the window and found that the sky had become overcast with dark clouds at some point - no wonder he suddenly felt a little dim while writing.

"Lumos," he said, taking out his wand. Then he put the magic wand in front of the manuscript and continued writing with the light of the bean.

"..." Snape didn't even bother to ridicule him.

Ever since John learned magic, he has been abusing it everywhere.

Can turn on the light without turning on the light, without fluorescent flashing.

If you can't get it yourself, you have to use the unskilled flying spell - last time I almost killed myself with a sofa.

When I have nothing to do, I play transformation spells, turning pens into cups, tablecloths into erasers, boots into plates...

it's just a mess.

Snape sat with a stack of blank bound papers spread out on his knees. He took a quill and added another word to it: "armadillo bile."

——It seems that it is necessary to make a pot of intelligence enhancer for John.

Although the quill pen is very difficult to use compared to modern pens. But Snape was still used to using this pen - since he found that his body was gradually solidifying, he began to try to touch real objects.

Now, despite all his efforts, he could only get the paper to 'sink' an inch high in his knees, and he could barely control the quill and silently write in the potions textbook.

It is still very difficult for John to learn to brew potions such as blood tonics and demulcents for someone who has never studied potions. So he needs to teach John the basics first.

Fortunately, crucibles in modern society are easier to use than before. Snape was very interested in graphite crucibles and quartz crucibles, and bought a set of modern instruments such as evaporating dishes and test tubes for research.

"Kunkou." There was a knock on the door of the study room suddenly.

John and Snape looked at each other quickly - Snape threw the papers and quills on the table, and John immediately covered them with his manuscript.

Snape floated up to the ceiling with a sullen expression and hid, waiting for John to open the door.

"Come in!"

George walked in holding a stack of letters.

"John, these are all letters from your fans. There is also a trunk of letters in the car, which I brought back from the publishing house. Read them slowly." He piled the letters next to John's manuscript— —Snape quickly circled around the ceiling to avoid his sight.

"I understand, is there anything else?" John said, controlling the curvature of his mouth. He didn't even dare to look at the ceiling. Snape's movements and expression must be very different.

"That's gone." George glanced at the half-written manuscript, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile, "How about we drink together tonight? You haven't relaxed for a long time, and Mrs. Laws has been very worried about you recently. ."

John thought about how much he drank and wanted to refuse.

Although his drink was good, he wasn't a big drinker. What if he accidentally gets drunk... None of the things he is hiding in his heart can be said out loud.

"I'm going out tonight." John saw George's somewhat disappointed expression and quickly made up his mind, "How about another day, buddy?"

I don't know if Severus has any potion that can last a thousand cups after one drink.