HP John Snape

Chapter 102

It’s another new year’s orientation day.

It was already dark, and thousands of candles were floating on the ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall. The freshmen lined up in a line, timidly looking at the old hat in front of the professor's chair.

Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment, and every child whose name was read would come forward and be sorted.

At the professor's desk, a man in black robes and black eyes looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.

His face seemed to be wearing a rigid mask of harshness and rigidity.

——Snape hadn't had a good night's rest recently, but he concealed this with an expressionless face.

Of course, even if he didn't hide it, his permanently sallow face and bloodless lips wouldn't let anyone notice this.

"John Snape——"

Professor McGonagall paused and read out the name. She couldn't help but glanced at the professor's chair and looked at her young colleague.

Hundreds of people in the hall looked at him instantly, with different expressions of shock or disbelief.

A little boy with short light blond hair and light blue eyes walked up expressionlessly. Before his hair even touched the sorting hat, the hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

The little boy seemed to have expected it. Seeing this result, he put down his hat without any surprise and walked towards the long table.

Strangely, the hall fell into silence, and no one applauded or cheered for him. The expressions of the Gryffindors were twisted, and their eyes kept switching between Professor Snape's face and the little boy's face.

The Slytherins could barely maintain a normal expression, but their eyes were curious and confused, not knowing whether to applaud.

Snape's expression did not change, his eyes also fell on the little boy.

John Snape.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, thin build, Gryffindor.

Just like in the dream.

The little boy had an adult-like indifference and gloominess on his face, which was in stark contrast to the young and happy Gryffindors around him.

——Just like a smaller version of Professor Snape. Except for his looks.

This is the sentiment of the Slytherins.

Professor McGonagall came to her senses and continued to read the names below to ease the abnormal silence just now.

The sorting ceremony continued.

The little boy's eyes met Snape's eyes inadvertently.

Pain immediately welled up in the light blue eyes - he quickly suppressed it and turned into indifference, and finally turned into a void.

The little boy lowered his head as if to cover up and stopped looking at him.

Snape also withdrew his eyes, his expression calm, but only he knew the exploration in his heart.

He shouldn't have such an expression. He should be smiling brightly.

He should have been dead long ago.

Snape had been dreaming about the same scene frequently recently.

——Near Spider Tail Alley, by the river where he loved to go when he was a child.

A boy named John would be waiting for him there, smiling brightly at him who was still lonely and had low self-esteem.

John accompanies him to hide in the grass and peek at the Evans sisters, guessing whether the sisters are wizards.