HP John Snape

Chapter 46

John kept up his efforts. He glanced at Snape and said again: "Invoke the Divine Guard!"

More silvery white mist sprayed out, changing in front of the wand, as if trying hard to condense into shape.

John gritted his teeth and glanced at Snape again, recalling the few times the professor smiled. That sincere smile to him.

"Calling God for Guardian!!"

The familiar silver deer jumped out from the tip of the staff.

——Snape's pupils suddenly tightened.

John's expression was one of disbelief, but it was also natural, and the combination of the expressions became particularly weird.

Both of them were silent for a moment. Only the silver deer jumped down next to John, nuzzled him with its neck, then trotted up to Snape, raised its neck, and looked at him with its beautiful eyes.

Snape's expression was extremely complicated.

"..."

John only stared at the doe, not daring to raise his eyes to see Snape's expression or speak.

"Well..." Snape paused. He was always sarcastic and now seemed too clumsy to speak.

"Mr. Snape, can you please explain...why you made this joke?"

John interrupted angrily: "This is not a joke!"

He looked directly into Snape's eyes and said loudly: "You also know that Guardian God is the expression of human inner emotions and cannot be faked. I am..."

He took a deep breath and summoned the courage to say, "Severus Snape, I love you!"

There was no expression on Snape's face ! expression.

John could see in his eyes that Snape was unmoved.

Not only that, it also revealed complete disbelief.

"Why don't you believe it?" John asked sadly.

Although he expected this to happen after his confession, he was still sad.

"Even if you like someone," Snape said, "that person has nothing to do with me."

"How are you sure that it has nothing to do with you? Why can't it be you that I like?" John laughed angrily, "Don't you Do you think the one I like...will be Lily?"

"Maybe."

Snape answered simply.

He lowered his head again and continued what he was doing, as if he didn't intend to continue on this issue.

The silver deer walked over, nestled against his legs, and lay down. Snape froze, but did not refuse.

He seemed to have a hard time adapting to this patron saint who looked exactly like his own, but he didn't reject it.

John looked at him, and his anger almost exploded in his heart:

"Severus, although I wrote you and played you, the patronus is the same as you. But this does not mean that I like Lily, or that I am with her. Similar people. It's you--"

"Can't an author like the people he writes about?" John asked, holding his palms with such force that he felt a sharp pain in his palms.

Snape didn't answer, and the room fell silent.

John looked at him disappointedly, his fist hanging by his side trembling.

The silver doe seemed to sense his sad mood, rubbing its neck against Snape's robe and letting out a silent cry.

Snape's hand shook, and the pot of potion was completely destroyed. He frowned completely and turned to look directly at John.

"If you are expecting a response from me -" he lowered his voice to a whisper and said word for word, "We, absolutely impossible."

"..."

John's cheek twitched and twisted reluctantly. He smiled and said, "Yes, really?"

He knew that once Snape refused, it would be even harder for him to accept. It's almost impossible to do.

"What you said just now, just think that I was talking nonsense while I was awake."

He tried his best to smile and said, trying to be understated, but the dull pain in his heart could not be stopped no matter what.

Within a few seconds, he burst into tears without knowing it.

Snape looked at him, stunned.