HP John Snape

Chapter 55

The wind from high in the sky blew Snape's robes violently, and his eyes were fixed on the ground, searching back and forth.

——Soon, he saw a person lying vaguely on the ground in the small park in the distance.

Snape's heart skipped a beat.

He landed on the ground and immediately ran deeper into the park, but almost immediately, he stopped again.

——He has already seen it without getting closer.

...

The figure in that clearing looked extremely familiar.

John lay quietly on the large expanse of dark brown land. The color was extremely dazzling, it was blood soaking the soil.

He stared at the sky with his dull eyes open. The sad look was permanently fixed on his face.

There was silence in the clearing.

Snape staggered and walked over step by step. His face was pale.

John's face and the light gray coat he was wearing were all stained with blood. The hideous wound on his neck was also exposed to him.

Snape stood a step away, not daring to step forward.

Unconsciously, the wand slipped from his numb fingers and fell to the ground.

Again.

He lost someone important.

Snape's eyes were almost as empty as John's.

He knelt down as if sleepwalking, and silently held John's cold fingers.

"John Snape, my name."

"Merry Christmas, Severus."

Weak sparks burst out, and the little bat circled around him with difficulty but effort. The man in front of him smiled with his eyebrows crooked. , looking at him intently.

"Mr. Snape, may I have the honor of inviting you home with me?"

"What do you think... Mrs. Pince?"

"-So you only wore this yesterday... a breathable robe and The shirt went to minus ninety-six degrees?"

At that moment, the man's expression was terrifying, and there was undisguised anger in his eyes.

"I can't do that...that way..."

On a drunken night, he choked with tears and grievances for a long time, as if he had been bullied.

But struggling for so long...it turned out to be just for a kiss.

...that's so stupid.

Snape touched John's eyes, trying to close his eyelids.

But John's eyes were still staring straight at the sky, empty and persistent.

Snape couldn't imagine how desperate he must have been before his death to have such an expression. But he tried hard to keep his eyes open - as if he was waiting persistently for someone to arrive.

Those memory fragments were replayed over and over again in his mind, forming a strange emotion that penetrated Snape's heart like a sharp arrow, leaving him breathless.

Snape was stunned for a long time, and finally searched around him and took hold of the wand again.

"Call, call for God's protection."

He seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and he paused before finishing the spell.

In the darkness, silvery white mist emerged from the tip of the staff, but it quickly dissipated.

He read it again.

This time, a lot of silver-white mist was sprayed out from the tip of the staff, which condensed and formed very slowly.

Snape watched silently.

The shape comes out.

It was not the silver deer he was familiar with.

With a head like a dragon and a body like a horse, a skinny animal spread its long wings and hovered in front of him.

——This animal’s elegant silvery body cannot hide its ugly face.

That's the Thestral.

An ominous animal that symbolizes death, but has a gentle nature.

Snape just stared into its eyes silently.

——Yiqi looked at him tenderly, just like John in the past.

"..."

Snape finally showed an expression of unspeakable grief on his face.

He slowly leaned down and touched John's cold lips. He closed his eyes tiredly.

But soon, he opened his eyes again, carefully picked up John, and turned to go home.

It was dark, and there were still not many pedestrians on this street.

The man in black robe was holding a man covered in blood and walking down the street with a numb expression.

But the strange thing is that the remaining pedestrians didn't seem to notice them, and walked by talking and laughing.

Snape walked slowly, his eyes empty. It seems like we are in two different worlds with the pedestrians.

He didn't want anyone to disturb John anymore.

...

For the first time, he held Lily in the broken house and cried uncontrollably.

He thought it was the most extreme grief he had ever tasted.

But the second time, he held John and walked down the street, too sad to make a sound.

There are no more tears.

The author has something to say: No, no, no, you have to believe in Yueban. Yueban will not be cheating or tragic. This is the HE ending. Does anyone remember it?