HP John Snape

Chapter 52

But everything was calm in the following days.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the incident of the vicious dog hurting people has become a mystery. Snape and John didn't find any clues either.

The days were as peaceful as if the faint heat on Snape's arm was just an illusion -

John had no choice but to calm down and run between the production crew and the publishing house honestly. Snape also stopped going out frequently and returned to his usual seclusion.

At this time, John had just finished filming his fourth movie. The manuscript of the sixth book in hand has been completed, but it has not yet been published by the publishing house.

There are gradually rumors about him from the outside world, and many people think that he has exhausted his talents and cannot write anymore - after all, it has been a year since John published the fifth book "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" Now, there is no intention to publish the next one.

There are even reporters who want to interview him specifically on this point.

John, of course, firmly refutes this.

He just... has been hesitating, not daring to publish the sixth book.

Snape originally thought it didn't matter. If because of the publication of "Half-Blood Prince", people hate him and make him disappear. That's not a big deal, there's no point in his life anyway.

But now Snape no longer thinks so.

Although the Dark Mark became quieter, the color quietly became darker and darker. Snape strongly suspected that the Dark Lord had also appeared in this world, but was just dormant quietly.

John is the author of the entire set of books and the only wizard in the world. Based on this identity, Snape does not trust him.

——If he dies, John's fighting level is inferior to even Weasley's, and he can't even deliver food to the Dark Lord.

So Snape said nothing.

He even wished that the last two books would not be published.

In this way, his affairs will not be known to the public.

...His feelings about John are getting weirder now.

After that time, John took him to meet the girl who played Lily several times. They became good friends.

But the more they talked, the more Snape had to admit. That's not Lily.

They just look exactly the same.

Snape couldn't help but suspect that John was doing it on purpose, so that he could realize little by little that that was not the person he wanted.

He didn't want to think too much about this.

Just the thought of John being targeted by the Dark Lord like Potter made him feel like he was about to lose his heart again.

Back then, Potter was at Hogwarts, the headquarters of the White Wizard. He was guarded by Albus and a group of wizards, and he also secretly looked after him. He was attacked several times and narrowly escaped death. I don’t know if it was successful in the end.

Now he was the only one around John.

I can only pay more attention to John.

...

Neither George nor Mrs. Laws knew the real situation. They really thought that John was not inspired enough. They comforted him every day without leaving any trace, and persuaded John to go out more to relax and find inspiration.

John felt funny when he saw how cautious they were all day long, but he couldn't tell the reason. I had no choice but to obey their arrangements and go out for a walk.

He just had to find a quiet place to think about what to do.

Perhaps... the best way is to write the seventh "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". Both copies were sent out together.

Although this method will prevent people's mood from brewing, the reversal effect is not strong. But in order not to lose Snape, this is all a trivial matter.

John thought and walked to a park.

He looked around and planned to sit here for a while.

——Look at the scenery, think about life and so on.

A fishy wind suddenly hit his face, and a figure suddenly threw him to the ground.

John was startled, and his eyes suddenly widened—fuck, oh, oh, oh... evil dog? !

——But now it’s too late to react.

The huge wild dog stared at him eagerly, its sharp teeth already pressed against his throat.

John ignored the pain in his back from the fall, swallowed with his dry throat, and stared at it nervously on the ground without daring to move.

The fishy wind from the big dog's mouth hit John's face, making him frown, but the big dog made no next move.

It retracted its teeth and stared at John with very deep hatred and anger in its eyes.

"John...Snape." It actually spoke.

"I finally found you." It said softly, with a hint of human contempt and pleasure on its face.