HP John Snape

Chapter 38

John had no idea what Mrs. Laws and George downstairs were thinking.

In fact - as soon as he returned to the study, he took off his clothes and collapsed on the sofa in a daze.

"I'm finally back... I want to have a good sleep... no one... don't call me..." He muttered vaguely, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if he was holding on to his sweater and taking off half of it, but after a few seconds Then he fell into a deep sleep.

Originally, John's body was thinner than that of a normal British young man. He, who had never been invisible before, tried six times in a row in the middle of the afternoon. He faced dozens of dementors in a cold and desperate situation. It took a lot of effort to find a way to avert the danger, but he still had to force himself to use magic in front of a large audience.

——This is something that could lead to big trouble if you’re not careful. It is enough to show how much psychological pressure John is under.

After that, he immediately put on thick clothes, returned to England where the temperature difference was very large, and entered a house with heating on...

The successive physical and psychological blows made him unable to hold on any longer.

Snape closed the study door, his eyes swept over John who fell asleep immediately, and walked straight to the table to look at the pot of slugs.

He can't rest yet.

There are still so many hellebores to deal with – process the hellebores while they are still fresh after being picked.

In fact, the material used to make the demulcent is not hellebore, but the essence of hellebore.

Snape was concentrating when his eyes suddenly became serious and he looked back at the door.

A few seconds later, heavy footsteps were heard, and George opened the door aggressively and strode in. Behind him was Mrs. Laws who was hesitant to speak.

"Is that you?" George stared at Snape, sizing him up critically.

Snape noticed his unkind gaze and raised his left eyebrow: "Who are you?"

Of course he knew who George was. He had been with John for half a year, and he had become very familiar with John's manager and publishing agent. A person and a housekeeper.

George looked at his appearance, and said with a slight sneer: "You really mean to... dress like Snape played by John. The hairstyle is the same, and you are imitating him? You are wrong. Could it be that John would like him to write Is Snape coming out?"

I couldn't answer this.

Snape glanced lightly at John, who was sleeping on the sofa next to him.

George followed his gaze and looked over: "...Why did you fall asleep in the afternoon? You look so tired, what did you just do?!"

His face changed, and his expression became unfriendly -

John's cheeks were obviously flushed. Flushed, expression tired and satisfied. He fell on the couch and slept soundly, but his clothes were messy. He even took off half of his sweater, hanging loosely on his body.

George couldn't help but stammered: "You, you - did you just -"

Mrs. Laws said "yo", covered her face and went out.

"Asshole! How dare you do that to John-!" George was convinced that John had met a liar, so he stepped forward and grabbed Snape's robe and roared angrily.

Snape endured it with an impatient expression, and his whole body began to feel cold.

He couldn't use magic blatantly in front of ordinary people. This person was still John's butler. It would be troublesome if anything happened...

But...

George's sole suddenly slipped, and he fell backwards without warning, sitting heavily on the ground. He said "ouch" in pain. He wanted to reach out and touch the back of his head, but the raised hand hit the sharp corner of the coffee table again, and George gasped quickly. As soon as he finished speaking, a basket of apples and oranges that he knocked off the coffee table rolled down, hitting him with stars in his eyes.

George could only lie on the ground first, feeling dizzy after being hit and unable to recover for a long time.

...Appropriate punishment is still necessary.

Snape glanced at the wand beside him and put a handful of hellebores into the cauldron with a nonchalant expression.