HP John Snape

Chapter 81

"I can't believe what the author thought. Dumbledore is actually dead? Snape is a professor who has taught at Hogwarts for so many years. He really did it! What about his conscience!!"

"From the beginning I couldn't stand Snape from the beginning! Although he didn't do anything to Harry, he was just sarcastic, but he was definitely just waiting for the opportunity - look, now he won't seize the opportunity to bite back!"

"Dumbledore! He kept saying that he believed in him, so that Harry and the others also believed in him. But what happened? Dumbledore was too soft-hearted..."

"He is a Death Eater!"

The website was full of angry curses.

Winnie still couldn't understand her hatred, and angrily posted something -

"The author must kill Snape at the end! Revenge for Dumbledore! He will not understand his hatred until he dies!"

She looked at the comment and it showed that it was sent successfully, and she felt heartbroken. Only then did the resentment loosen up a bit.

But among these abuses, there are also some sparse and kind comments:

"Snape is actually a good person! Stop scolding him and go watch the finale!"

"I really regret it. I want to apologize for the swear words just now, Snape Professor Nap is the bravest person."

"He killed Dumbledore for a reason, don't scold him!"

Winnie snorted, completely unmoved.

No matter what the reason was, it was a fact that Snape killed Dumbledore! She doesn't accept the author's forced whitewashing. no way!

——Then Dumbledore’s death would have been in vain!

My stomach growled and I was hungry. Only then did Winnie come to her senses and found herself still standing on the side of the road around the bookstore. It was getting close to noon.

She decided to go home and have a meal before watching the finale.

There are only a few people who read books quickly, and more people, like Winnie, choose to take a break before reading the second book.

This also caused those who expressed their grievances for Snape to be quickly drowned out.

At the same time, the Harris crew and others who received the new book also started reading it.

Seeing that Dumbledore actually begged before being killed, Harris frowned and thought for a long time.

In his years of speculation, the character Dumbledore would never become weak and beg his enemies even before his death, right?

Harris couldn't figure it out and called John directly. The strange thing is that there was no answer for a long time.

"Maybe it's because I'm busy today." Harris didn't think much about it.

In fact - the situation on John's side was so bad that he could hardly control the situation.

"Severus! Severus!" John held the man's hand tightly, with great fear in his voice.

But the man in black robe who was called by him was unable to respond to him for the time being.

——Snape closed his eyes slightly, his expression calm, but he had lost consciousness. His entire body was unable to condense and returned to the state of a soul.

George and Mrs. Laws stood helpless, unable to see or help, extremely worried.

In fact, the morning was fine. John and Snape were sitting in the study anxiously waiting for the sales results.

But as time passed, people who bought the book became extremely angry when they saw Snape killing Dumbledore, and their disgust and hatred for Snape reached the extreme.

Snape gradually lost consciousness and became what he is now.

What frightened John the most was that the color of Snape's soul was getting lighter and lighter - it looked solid at first, and then became thinner. It was as translucent as watered milk just now - but now it's a bit nihilistic and invisible.

John couldn't help but tremble. He wanted to hug Snape hard and hold Snape's hand - he couldn't let him disappear, couldn't let him leave!

But John knew he couldn't do it.

Even if he returned to his soul state, he wouldn't be able to touch Severus.

Obviously he has released two books together, but Severus may still disappear because of people's hatred.

John felt extremely regretful. At this moment, he hated himself very much - even if he was told that he could not write a novel, even if the last two books were never published, all he wanted was that this person did not leave!

But no matter how remorseful John felt now, and how many times he cursed himself in his heart, the situation had not changed at all.

He could only hold the wand tightly, with an almost desperate look on his face, and murmured over and over again:

"Severus...Severus..."

"...Whether it's God's blessing or Merlin's blessing... Don't let Severus disappear, don't let him leave me...God bless...Merlin bless..."