HP John Snape

Chapter 40

It is indeed a potion prepared by a potion master.

Two hours later, John came out of the bathroom tiredly.

Although his face was still red and his whole body was a little tired because the fever had just subsided, overall he became energetic and energetic due to the medicine.

It made him want to think that he was too miserable to walk, and that he had to let Snape drag him from the bathroom-or get him out of it anyway.

He wiped the dripping hair with a towel and looked out the window, which had become dark, and suddenly realized that time passed so quickly.

"I'm starving to death... I think I can definitely eat a whole cow." He looked at Snape sitting in the chair behind the table, reading a newspaper attentively, and couldn't help but say, "It feels like ten thousand years have passed this afternoon."

"It's rare that Mr. Snape's brain has shrunk. It seems that you need to buy armadillo bile tomorrow."

John rubbed his stomach hungry and listless. The answer: "Oh? Why?"

"You need intelligence enhancers."

John hummed twice vaguely.

Snape glanced at the waiter on the side and signaled to John - he was sarcastic, but he still showed a lot of concern.

There were two trays placed on the small table. It's dinner tonight.

John immediately cheered. When he eagerly cut off a piece of steak and put it into his mouth, he was surprised to find that the temperature was just right.

Is this...a heat preservation spell?

Snape sat still behind the table, waved his wand, and his steak flew away.

John lowered his head and curled his lips calmly.

——Waiting for him specially and not sitting with him to eat, so arrogant.

However, Severus had gradually changed recently, but he didn't seem to notice it. This made John very happy.

"By the way, why was it so noisy in the afternoon? I vaguely remember George being very angry. Did you say anything?"

He suddenly remembered this and asked worriedly.

John knew that Severus was good at spraying venom. If George offends him, he will never die the same way again.

Speaking of this, Snape also slowly raised his eyebrows -

John was shocked: This was an expression that meant he was about to settle a score!

"Although I don't know what those two people -" Snape said softly, his tone made John shiver, "what unrealistic fantasies came up in their troll-like minds."

John admitted that he did it on purpose. Acquiesce to Mrs. Rouse's imagination. But George—does George know it too? !

"It caused some trouble to me... so." Snape paused, "I already said that I am your relative."

John's expression became very disappointed.

"Mrs. Rouse is okay, will George believe it?"

Snape waved his wand lazily.

John rolled his eyes again unhappily.

Okay...okay...confusion spell.

It's really evil magic.

He stabbed the steak on the plate bitterly with his fork, suddenly feeling it was bland and had no appetite at all.

Snape.

Severus.

It’s really both love-hate and love-hate.

Why are you so wary of others?

John bets that with Snape's keenness, he must have noticed his admiration long ago, but he just never responded.

"I'll deliver the tray." He finished the steak in a few mouthfuls and then went downstairs with the tray.

He deliberately didn't look at Snape's expression before leaving - he didn't want to look at it at the moment.

The first floor was relatively dark, with all the lights out. Only the light of the TV screen was still on, and Mrs. Laws sat in front of the sofa watching TV.

John breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that Mrs. Laws couldn't see the expression on his face.

He thought it must not look good.

John put the tray in the kitchen and turned around to go back upstairs, but suddenly there was a slight shout from behind: "John?"

"What's the matter? Mrs. Laws." He turned back in confusion.

"I know you still like him...although you have never said it out loud." Under the weak screen light, Mrs. Laws's expression looked very loving, "Don't worry about other people's opinions, your own happiness is the truth.

"Try to chase him!" she said encouragingly, her eyes suddenly brightening. "I knew right away that he was a troublesome young man. You should pay more attention to what that stupid George said. " To think that he thinks like an old man!"

"I will." John couldn't help but smile.

He was grateful for Mrs. Rouse's support.