HP John Snape

Chapter 98

"What?" John was even more confused.

Snape pursed his lips and did not answer. He turned around and put down his backpack, searching inside.

"What are you looking for, Severus?"

Snape finally took out a long, flat silver box from his bag, placed it on the ground and opened it.

He replied: "Soul stabilizer - drink this."

John stared at the transparent potion held in his slender hand and murmured: "This is a familiar name...Severus, you once gave Voldemort Get through this?"

Snape raised his eyebrows.

John quickly explained: "In the fanfic I once read... everyone speculated that when Voldemort first split the Horcrux, he must have been very uncomfortable, and would he let you take this medicine."

Snape was noncommittal, holding his hand in his hand. The glass bottle hand was still raised in front of John.

"Okay." John muttered, unable to wait for an answer.

He took the glass bottle but hesitated and did not drink it directly.

"...Severus. Don't you want to know why my soul is unstable?"

At least John himself was curious.

Snape looked over immediately.

His eyes were deep and complicated, and he said slowly: "There is something wrong with the soul, and it is not caused by the spell. There is only one answer I can think of - John Snape."

"What?" John's conditioned response Then he suddenly realized that Snape was referring to the real John Snape in this world.

His sweat suddenly dropped and he stammered:

"But, but I'm dead - John Snape's body is gone. Why is his soul still related to him now?"

In John's perception, Souls are independent of each other. Before this, he had just borrowed the body of the original owner. After the body was gone, he thought... he was already his own independent self.

"Will he wake up?" John was very worried.

Although he felt guilty and guilty, he really didn't want to lose his consciousness - especially after he was with Severus.

Snape lowered his eyes and acquiesced.

After a few seconds of silence, he just said: "Drink."

John looked at the thin glass bottle in his hand, and suddenly felt that his hands were very hot, and the corners of his eyes were also very hot - some liquid gushes out.

What Severus meant was obvious.

——As long as he drinks this bottle of soul stabilizing potion, the original owner will not wake up.

John struggled for a moment, raised his neck suddenly, and drank while holding his breath.

The scorching temperature slid down the throat and burned into the stomach. John seemed to hear a very familiar voice let out a tragic high-pitched cry.

As he swallowed the potion, the voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to be able to feel that the soul that did not belong to him was turning into smoke.

A severe feeling of nausea and self-loathing hit his heart, and tears fell uncontrollably in clusters - John suddenly dropped the glass bottle, fell to his knees and desperately scratched his throat with his hands, retching and trying to spit out the medicine again.

"John." Snape emphasized his tone with disapproval. He leaned over and restrained John's wrist. "Think carefully before taking action."

"But - I was the one who took over his body. Now I'm still killing him. He - killed an innocent person! A person who gave me a second life!" John yelled uncontrollably, not knowing whether he was yelling at Snape or himself, "He was kind to me. , but I—"

"Despicable, disgusting—I'm such a white-eyed wolf! I've become a bitch and still want a memorial hall!"

John retched for a long time, but nothing came out. He collapsed and fell to the ground holding his head.

"John." Snape emphasized his tone again.

His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and he directly lifted John up from the ground, forcing John to look directly into his eyes - there was a coldness and indifference in those black eyes that John had never seen before.

"Even if that person is named John Snape, he is not someone I want to keep watching." Snape said calmly, "Even if you didn't plan to drink the soul stabilizer just now, I would have given it to you—— No matter how many times I choose, I will never change my action of giving you the potion."

"I have never been a good person and don't care about the life or death of others - my hands are already stained with the blood of innocent people. All I care about is what I see in my eyes. "

Snape looked at him and his low voice sounded again, "John, have you ever thought about me?"

John wrung his hands in frustration and replied distractedly: "Of course, of course I want to be with you forever. Let's go on... That's why I drank the medicine. But - I just feel disgusted with myself."

"Even though I had taken the medicine, I still regretted my repayment of kindness - I was still crying hypocritically after everything had been done. It can't change the fact, I just want to live with you - you are a bitch and you still want a memorial hall!"

John cursed bitterly again.

His hair was messy, his face was tear-stained and twisted, and his lips had no color at all. He forced each word out through his teeth, as if this could express his disgust for himself.

Snape was silent for a few seconds, raised his arms, hugged John into his arms, lowered his head and touched his lips comfortingly.

John's body suddenly stiffened and he struggled.

His strength came and went quickly, and he relaxed meekly almost in the next second, only turning his eyes to one side.

Snape suddenly let go of John, and the tip of his staff was silently pressed against the man's heart. His eyes darkened:

"You are not John."

"You are - no, who are you?"

The author has What to say: High energy warning! High energy warning! High energy warning!

——Don’t be misled by the previous contents of this chapter.