HP John Snape

Chapter 61

"What kind of funeral?" Mrs. Laws couldn't help but ask, "John, aren't you already well now?"

John coughed dryly: "My current body is just the result of people's attention. My real body , is indeed dead."

He pointed up: "...still lying on the second floor."

George and Mrs. Laws looked at each other wordlessly, with shock in their eyes.

Indeed, they were happy just knowing that John was alive. But now they heard that John said that he was indeed dead and his body was still there, which made them more sad.

"Well, what we decided just now was to bury you next to your parents. But now that you are here...you can make your own decision." George said awkwardly.

It seemed ridiculous to John himself to discuss his funeral.

John pondered.

To say that he was buried directly... it felt like his body was slowly turning into bones in the ground... it was a bit strange.

But John couldn't bear to let him be cremated.

After all, it’s a body he’s been using for several years!

"Just be buried next to my parents. Find a private time and bury directly." John finally decided.

"Have you decided?" Snape looked at him.

"It's decided." John made up his mind. "Although my body has magic power, I don't have to worry about Voldemort stealing it. When he killed me, he didn't move and just drank a few mouthfuls of blood."

Snape's face darkened. Looking at him: "Drinking blood? What's going on?"

John was stunned for a moment, subconsciously feeling something bad, he moved his lips and said hesitantly: "It's nothing. It's just that when he bit my throat, he drank my blood. Saying that my blood is nothing compared to a unicorn..."

Snape looked at him deeply and his expression turned cold.

John felt that Snape was angry and quickly changed the subject: "Ahem... Well, although it is winter now, it would be better to bury him early. How about we... go tomorrow?"

The three of them had no objection.

Mrs. Laws then brought up the disaster-stricken meal.

The four people who were already hungry suddenly started devouring their food.

"This body is really amazing. I feel like my body is similar to my living body. Is it able to be hungry and eat?" John said with a surprised smile.

"It's great to still be able to taste delicious food!" He said vaguely, forking up a small piece of pork chop with satisfaction and chewing it happily.

Snape looked at his stupid look and his expression became much gentler.

Mrs. Laws buried her head and laughed secretly.

——But stupid George just wolfed down and saw nothing.

The next day soon came.

There was overwhelming news outside that John had narrowly escaped death, but he had no idea. Apparated to his parents' gravesite with Snape, George, and Mrs. Rouse.

Snape was also tired and had to take people back and forth three times in a row. This solidified John's idea to work harder to learn magic.

The four people spent nearly an hour completing this small, private funeral.

The coffin was purchased by Snape, the most inconspicuous of all. The body was carried all the way by John himself. Mrs. Laws did the crying. The eulogy was delivered by George - though he found it both funny and sad.

——God knows how much psychological damage was caused to George when John carried his body downstairs. The contrast effect of that picture is so profound.

After completing the funeral, John felt like he had finally accomplished something big. The whole person relaxed and didn't know what to do.

Snape will try his best to search for traces of Voldemort these days. And he can no longer go out openly.

...Just stay at home and write the manuscript of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" honestly.

He picked up the thick stack of "Half-Blood Prince" manuscripts on his left hand, looked at the brand new paper under his pen, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

... He still remembered that when he first watched Half-Blood Prince in his last life, there was a scene with a very dark and depressing atmosphere.

Rainy weather, desolate streets, dirty and blackened houses, and wastewater filling rivers. Two women evadedly came to a room.

That place is...Spider's End, Snape's home.

Oh no.

"Spinner's End by a river" was originally supposed to be "Spinner's End by a river".

The Chinese meaning is "wandering to the end."

John stared at this string of words and chewed slowly.

Many things in "Harry Potter" can only be understood by reading the original works in English. Rowling is really an interesting person. She gave the place where Snape lived such a meaningful name.

"Wandering to the end" can almost sum up Snape's life.

Snape's life was indeed one of choice.

He chooses between Lily and power, between Voldemort and Dumbledore, between love and not loving, and between life and death.

Among these choices, he was right and wrong. It is precisely because of this that he has been burdened with a lifetime of pain and responsibility. That turned him into the "gloomy, venomous, biased and annoying old bat Snape".

John's heavy expression suddenly changed, and he laughed heartily.

——But now this old bat is his, and it belongs to him alone.

Thinking of this, he wrote "Deathly Hallows" with great enthusiasm.

It's time to give Severus justice! Take the time to write!

...

"Half-Blood Prince" is the only manuscript that John has changed.

Rowling's writing is very good, but he thinks he doesn't have the skills to surpass it. But he can still make up for some minor deficiencies.

For example, at the beginning of "The Half-Blood Prince", Fudge, the Minister of Magic, goes to visit the British Prime Minister.

He once said: "By the way, I have to say that your attitude towards this matter is much better than that of your predecessor. He thought I was a liar sent by his political opponents and wanted to throw me out of the window." "

But according to the time, the year "Half-Blood Prince" happened was 1996, and the current British Prime Minister is John Major.

His predecessor was Margaret Thatcher.

So Fudge should call her "her".

The author has something to say: I added an author who has something to say.

23333 Is my retribution not over yet?

This morning, when I was half asleep and half awake, the central air conditioner in my dormitory exploded. It exploded one after another, and sprayed sparks hissingly, filling the dormitory with a mushy smell. Fortunately, one of the roommates had already woken up, and quickly rushed over to cut off the power.

This was even scarier than the dormitory diagonally opposite last week. It scared us so much...

We were all wondering what we should do if this happened suddenly in the middle of the night and we were all still asleep.

The air conditioner and power supply are both at the door. It will be blocked and we won't be able to get out. It's still on the sixth floor and everything will have to be grilled steaks. (Laughing and crying face)

Fortunately it happened in the morning, damn it really scared me to death (╥﹏╥)