HP John Snape

Chapter 96

Snape held the wand and looked around coldly.

This bedroom contains his memories of several years, and is also filled with his traces.

Half of the wardrobe was filled with his clothes, and the two chairs had been transformed into silver and green Slytherin style. The small table was piled with a pile of parchment and thick booklets, all of which were his research in the past few years, as well as the textbooks written for John.

The bed was a new double bed that John bought after he arrived. There was also a small photo on the bedside table. John was wearing the clothes of Snape's character, showing a cold expression to the camera.

The bedroom, which was originally decorated in warm colors, has been changed little by little by the two of them in the past few years. Now it is mostly silver and green.

... Traces of his life are everywhere here.

Snape waved his wand and repaired the buttons on his shirt. He waved again, turning the picture into a black backpack.

He walked over and began to pack his clothes and the thick parchment into his bag.

——Since John can't stand it anymore, he should be the one to end it first.

Snape walked to the study. His eyes were cold and his face was expressionless, as if his face was completely frozen.

He stopped.

In the corridor not far away, John was curled up on the ground, trembling with his hands on the ground. He was panting, and the strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat.

When John heard the movement, he glanced here confusedly, because he was retching too much just now, and his eyes were still mist-filled.

"Severus...? Where are you going?" the man asked with difficulty.

Snape's eyes became hollow. He endured the unbearable and sharp pain in his chest, commanded his expression to remain cold, walked straight past John - without even looking at him, and finally entered the study. .

"Severus...?" John's weak and confused voice came from outside the door.

Snape turned a deaf ear and let the parchments and books on the desk fly into his backpack. Empty the cauldron and start sorting out the potion ingredients.

John held the door and looked into the study in confusion - his expression immediately became extremely frightened.

"Wait a minute - Severus, are you leaving?!"

John couldn't accept it at all. He asked anxiously, "Why! What did I do wrong?"

"That's why you were so unusually nice to me today... Because you want to leave? "Why?"

Snape carefully put the potion ingredients into his backpack in silence, with a serious and careful expression, as if he couldn't hear what John said at all.

John had a confused and hurt look on his face.

——Snape can melt the strongest ice when he is willing to be gentle. But when he chooses to refuse, he will also pierce the most cruel and hurtful thorns around him.

"Why didn't you say a word? At least give me an explanation? Severus Snape!" John was angry.

——What should I say?

That John didn't realize that he had begun to hate having himself touched?

That was John's true feeling revealed subconsciously. What was the use of telling him personally?

Snape paused, gave John a complicated look, then picked up his backpack and spun around in circles -

"Fuck!" John cursed angrily, rushed over and hugged Snape's waist tightly. , pushing him to stagger a few steps.

"Let go of your hand, Mr. Snape." Snape frowned, lowered his head and said to the person hugging him tightly.

"I won't let you go! Please make it clear first! I -"

John could feel that Snape was serious this time. He was frightened, and his blood almost ran cold with fear.

He gritted his teeth and asked almost pleading: "What is it about me that you can't stand? If you want to break up, why don't you let me understand the reason?"

After he knew that Snape really didn't like someone, even if he changed it, he wouldn't do it again. like him. So he couldn't say that.

He could only retreat and ask the reason, desperately waiting for an answer. He wanted to know what was happening all of a sudden.

Snape was silent.

It would undoubtedly be more painful for him to say it directly than for him to find out that John hated him.

But John was looking at him stubbornly, his eyes full of heartbreak and pain.

That look made Snape feel that he was even more unwilling to face the pain at this moment.

"You -" he forced the words out of his throat with difficulty,

"you looked disgusted because you saw me, and you - couldn't stop retching because you kissed me. Haven't you noticed any of this? Si? Mr. Snape."