HP John Snape

Chapter 100

"John!" Snape suddenly clamped his arm, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

John's expression became distorted, he suddenly struggled and screamed, and fell to the ground rolling.

Snape couldn't restrain him, and he didn't dare to touch him rashly. He could only wait anxiously for the answer.

"Damn it - John Snape!" Voldemort roared.

"It hurts, it hurts so much - I can't bear it anymore! Let me die! Severus, let me die - please!" John screamed in a broken voice.

His whole body twitched violently, his lips trembled in unbearable pain.

Snape was almost frozen into a sculpture. He forced himself to stare deeply into John's face, not looking away for a moment.

At this moment he could do nothing but stand aside, his wand almost broken in his grip.

After a while, John stopped struggling violently.

He fell to the ground and gasped weakly, curling up and his expression was hidden.

Snape was not sure who the survivor was, so he could only cautiously point his wand at the person in front of him. His face was as heavy as water, but his heart was so painful that it almost tore apart.

"The bubble..."

John said in a weak voice.

"What?" Snape frowned, thinking he heard wrongly.

"Bubbles...Severus." John turned sideways with difficulty, raised his eyelids and looked at him feebly, "If the two bubbles on your face still work..."

Snape I feel confident.

——This sentence is very familiar. It was said when he first met John. Voldemort wouldn't know this!

Snape quickly knelt beside him and applied more than a dozen "heal as before" before carefully picking up John.

The study room had become chaotic because of the battle just now.

Snape took a big step and carried John back to the bed in the bedroom.

During this process, John closed his eyes tiredly again. He hung his neck feebly in Snape's arms and breathed so weakly that Snape always had the illusion that he would stop breathing the next moment.

Snape couldn't help but tighten his grip on John's right hand. John managed to open his eyes and shook him back.

Snape stood by the bed and recited a long series of detection spells to John again. This time, there was only a faint yellow light in the green light.

John's soul has stabilized, but the strength of his soul has become weaker - he was still injured by the heart-breaking bone removal just now.

Snape didn't bother to rest, and quickly returned to the study, took out the cauldron and some materials from his backpack, and prepared to boil a pot of potion to help John heal his injuries.

He accidentally glanced at his left arm - it was completely white and empty.

Snape's expression finally softened.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a muffled sound coming from the next door. Snape's expression tightened again and he ran back in large strides.

In the bedroom, John fell from the bed to the floor and was still struggling to move forward.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked quietly.

John struggled and grabbed the hem of his robe with his hands: "...don't go, I want to watch you."

Snape helplessly carried him back to the bed, and said sarcastically in a cello-like voice: "Mr. Snape, is it possible?" Is he still a baby who needs a mother?"

John just stared at him expectantly, with a pitiful expression.

"Your soul has been hurt, I have to hurry up and make a potion for you." Snape explained, lowered his head and kissed John comfortingly.

But John grabbed his collar to prevent him from leaving, and pressed the back of Snape's head with his other hand, deepening the kiss.

After a kiss, John weakly tugged on his collar - he was wearing a loose shirt today, and his shoulders were exposed with a slight tug.

"It hurts here." He said patiently with a thin layer of tears in his eyes.

——You don’t usually see such a fragile and coquettish John.

Snape's eyes turned dark, and he followed John's instructions, lowered his head and kissed his shoulder.

John's body trembled slightly, and he smiled: "It doesn't hurt here anymore."

Snape saw what he was thinking, and simply asked: "Where else does it hurt?"

He wanted to calm John down quickly and go to make some medicine. .

John smiled weakly and pulled his shirt completely open, exposing himself to Snape.

"Everywhere." He said calmly.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, friends! Hmm, I'm thinking about whether I'll be locked up if I write about meat in the next chapter...