HP John Snape

Chapter 90

The screening is over.

People reluctantly walked out of the cinema while still having a heated discussion.

John also wrapped the scarf around his face tightly and walked out of the cinema holding Snape's arm tightly.

"I still remember the last time we came out of here." He looked around, found the alley not far away, and sighed for a moment.

Snape looked over and also remembered that snowy night a few years ago.

The two bats composed of sparks flying around him exuded a weak temperature. He had to admit that at that moment, that scene warmed his heart.

"Let's go see it again." John was eager to give it a try.

Last time, Severus didn't even allow him to shout his Christian name, and the two of them were in the most familiar state of strangers.

But this time... not only could he call "Sifu", but he had also completely eaten this man clean.

The corners of John's mouth curved into a weird smile.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even react when the professor suddenly pushed him away.

John's body swayed and he staggered a few steps before he regained his balance. His scarf slipped halfway down, revealing a somewhat shocked face.

"What's wrong?" he asked warily.

Snape had already drawn his wand, and his body was tense in a defensive posture.

"Stand behind me." Snape only moved his lips, but his black eyes were still watching around vigilantly, shining in the darkness.

John ran over uneasily.

He chose to stand with his back to Snape -

even though John didn't have a wand and wasn't very good with combat magic. But he didn't want to be a burden to Severus.

He just needs to be a helper.

It was dark all around, and the two people stood back to back in the middle of the alley. No one passed by the alley. It's so quiet here that it's like a separate world.

John tried his best to keep his eyes open, staring blankly into the darkness in front of him, trying not to relax.

A weak cool breeze hit him, and John subconsciously thought "armor protection".

There was a collision sound in front of him, and a huge black figure suddenly took a few steps back and said contemptuously: "The reaction is quite fast."

Snape also turned around suddenly and pointed his wand at the black figure.

"Dark...Voldemort." He narrowed his pupils and said cautiously.

Under the weak moonlight, a huge black shadow took a few steps forward, and you could vaguely see the appearance of a vicious dog.

"Let me see who this is -" the vicious dog's voice also became very low and soft, "Oh, my good man, Severus."

John clenched his fists and tried to control his teeth from chattering. , under the moonlight, it can be seen that his face is very pale.

The evil dog's eyes turned directly to John. He walked around John for a few steps, obviously interested:

"Are you shaking, are you? Afraid of me? Why are you still standing here? I'm sure I did kill you that day - bite you through the throat , lost breath-"

"That's enough!" Snape interrupted suddenly.

John's face turned very bad indeed.

He thought that after dying twice, he would no longer be afraid of death. But now when he saw the appearance of the vicious dog that killed him, he couldn't help but tremble. The sharp pain that penetrated the throat, the despair of waiting for the blood to drain...