HP John Snape

Chapter 33

Unfortunately, by the afternoon of the next day, John had lost his mind.

Snape fell into a deep sleep and didn't get up until noon. He used a blank expression to hide his fatigue, but his face was still as pale as last night. The lines on his cheeks were as distinct as those cut by a knife or an axe. But John felt that it was more like a kind of perseverance after suffering.

John looked into his dark eyes—still as calm as ever.

"Put on your thick sweaters and cotton boots, it's going to be cold where we're going," Snape said.

John obeyed his words, found another light brown sweater and put it on, and then dug out his gray coat from the bottom of the cabinet.

"Where are we going? Uh-this is so heavy!" John struggled to lift the heavy coat and look at it.

"Oymyakon, in eastern Europe. We need to Apparate three times."

"I think this should be cleaned...it seems to be too dusty." John patted the dust on his coat, "So far? You... ..."

He looked away from the coat and looked at Snape with some worry, but hesitated to speak.

Snape was suddenly very honest: "There's no time for you to learn Apparition."

"Can't we go by car? Or by plane? The Muggle way." John asked.

Snape glanced at him: "I can't keep up with the time. We have to go to Moscow first, transfer to Yakutsk, and then drive the car for eight hundred kilometers. And - unless local cars, other cars will tire in the snow. Cracking, a few are not enough. Besides -"

he said: "We have to go deep into the basin of Oymyakon - only the hellebores growing there have magic power. The temperature there reaches minus ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Six Degrees, get ready."

John quickly dressed up and carried a big bag, ready to contain hellebores later.

He paused and suddenly realized a question: "Professor, don't you wear thicker clothes? You should also feel the cold - can you feel the cold?"

In terms of academics, he automatically changed the title to "Professor".

Snape was silent for a moment and nodded.

"So yesterday you only wore this...a breathable robe and shirt and went to a place where it was ninety-six degrees below zero?!"

John's nose almost became angry.

- He couldn't imagine how Severus had checked there yesterday!

"The Warmth Charm, Mr. Snape." Snape frowned and answered calmly.

John sneered and said nothing. He immediately took out a few sweaters and a big black coat from the closet, and handed them to Snape without any doubt: "Put them on."

Do you think he is stupid? How warm can the Warming Charm be in that environment? It was just an ordinary winter for the Harry Potter trio. It was so cold that it turned out to be a fire, and it wasn't very warm at all.

John's figure was about the same as Snape's, so there was no problem of not fitting it.

Snape didn't seem to have the energy to talk harshly to him.

"Give me a moment." He said calmly, took the clothes, turned around and began to take off his robe.

John heard the fatigue in his voice and couldn't help but frown again.

He was still a little worried... Severus had to disapparate with him originally, and now he had to hold on to the clothes all over his body. It will definitely be more tiring.

But if he didn't wear it... I don't know how he would freeze.

It's minus ninety-six degrees Fahrenheit, but it's minus seventy-one degrees Celsius.

Just hearing this number is so terrifying. Did Severus just run away wearing a single robe just because he was dead? !

John quickly took a deep breath and didn't dare to think about it again.

Thinking about it again made him so angry that his stomach hurt.

After Snape had put on several thick sweaters and coats, John distributed to him the cotton gloves, scarves, ear warmers and hats that he had prepared just now.

"I don't need this." Snape glanced at the dark red scarf and gloves with some disgust.

"We looked for it with our eyes, not the neck, ears or the back of the head." John urged, "Put it on quickly, the color looks warmer."

Snape looked at it with disgust again, but still reached out to take it.

When John heard that he was wearing robes and went to check around, the look on his face was horrifying at that moment -

in those seconds, Snape even thought he was going crazy.

——It was because of him that he was angry.

Snape suddenly felt a strange mood.

It was like the mood he felt when John turned sparks for him in the alley on a snowy day.

Weird feeling, a bit fresh, but not annoying.

In other words...it feels pretty good.

After putting on John's clothes, Snape became clearly visible.

Even if his body becomes transparent in the clothes - the clothes still show where he is.

John quietly led Snape downstairs.

Mrs. Laws did not know whether she had gone out or not. If she had seen it, she would have wondered when she had brought home a guest - especially with his clothes on.

"Huh? This is -" What a crow's mouth. Mrs. Laws was sitting in the living room watching TV when she saw Snape on the stairs and was a little surprised.

"Has a guest come today? John, is he...?" She murmured doubtfully.

John smiled awkwardly and tried to explain dryly: "This is...this is Mr. Snape. My - my -"

He was stuck, not knowing what identity he should say.

It would be okay if he was a relative of his father, because the surname Snape is very rare.

But John had an ulterior motive in his heart, so he was unwilling to say this.

He looked at Snape for help, hoping that he could fix this loophole.

"Oh - what a welcome!" Before Snape could say anything, Mrs. Laws suddenly understood. She had figured out something on her own.

"What's your name, young man? You look really steady. I'm Ada Rouse. I'm the servant hired by John." Mrs. Rouse smiled and became very enthusiastic.

John saw that Snape was not ready to answer - or was not ready to answer, so he said for him: "His name is sev - er, Sebastian."

"Yes, his name is Sebastian." John glanced at Snape and found that he was also looking at him, with no objection in his eyes.

Sebastian means "respected" and "solemn" in Greek.

John thought he suited Snape very well.

After all, "Severus" means "severe" in Latin.

At this point, John wanted to complain...Who do you think named their child "Stern"?

The author has something to say: In fact, I think the translation of "Sebastian" should be "Sebastian". I just always think of Sebastian in "Black Butler", so I used the translation "Sebastian".

It is also to correspond to the first two letters of Severus, 23333.