HP John Snape

Chapter 35

"...Isn't this the real world? Why are there still dementors?" John asked dryly.

"As long as wizards exist, there will be dementors."

"Hehe, hehe. Then I should... feel honored." John sneered bitterly.

After all, he is the only wizard in the world.

While talking, John had discovered the dementors.

There was a group of black robes hovering around them in the sky, and the chill became even more intense. They might rush down at any moment -

but Snape tightened his grip on his wand and made no move. It seems that he is considering when is the right time to cast a magic spell.

John quite understands.

——After such a long time, Severus was probably very tired. It's hard to say whether his Patronus Charm can drive away all these dementors.

Moreover, his patron saint is a doe, which represents his love for Lily. The reason why he rarely casts the Patronus Charm in front of others is because he doesn't want others to know this.

Thinking of this, John's heart hurt again.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself - how long has it been?

In an extremely cold environment, life and death are at stake, but he is still jealous.

The dementors in the sky are still hovering, obviously with evil intentions. But they should be worried about something - all John can do now is to stare at them nervously, and look at Snape from time to time.

"Can't we escape now?" He felt that he was talking nonsense, but he still asked with a glimmer of hope.

Snape said nothing.

John had to find something to do for himself. He squinted his eyes and counted again.

...There are about twenty or thirty dementors in the sky.

At least there were fewer dementors than Harry Potter's third year encounter - at least half as many.

John comforted himself.

Severus should be able to... hold on.

Before he could finish his thoughts, the dementors suddenly swarmed downwards -

a doe jumped out of the tip of the professor's raised staff like lightning, spread out its four hooves vigorously, and rushed towards the dementors.

Undaunted, it faced the black shadow and chased away one Dementor after another.

Although the professor's face was pale and his lips were pursed tightly, showing a restrained look, the deer showed no sign of fatigue and still bravely leaped forward to meet the enemy.

——Even in battle, it holds its neck elegantly, and its body is slender and beautiful.

John glanced at the silver deer and felt very uncomfortable.

Now he could only stand empty-handed, unable to restrain the chicken. Even if the professor was exhausted and returned the wand to him, he would not be able to deal with the dementors.

After all, he had never cast the Patronus Charm before, and now that he was facing dozens of dementors... there was almost no chance that he could successfully cast it.

There was never a time when John hated his own powerlessness as much as at this moment.

Why does he only practice life magic? Do you think that if there are no wizards in this world, he will not be in danger?