HP John Snape

Chapter 107

Everyone ate dinner that night very absentmindedly.

George resisted the urge to wear sunglasses and kept staring at the fried fish.

Mrs. Laws, who was of a higher rank, looked at the two people opposite her with a calm expression and a smile, as if she was enjoying herself and using the scene in front of her to accompany her meal.

Across the table, the two people who made George so uncomfortable - John were eating red bean pudding spoonful by spoonful, and Snape was slowly drinking porridge. Suddenly nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

— if they remember that John didn't like desserts and Snape didn't like porridge.

John had no idea whether what he was eating was red bean pudding or what kind of pudding it was, whether it was sweet or salty. He looked at Snape next to him as if he were seeing him for the first time.

The man in black robe sat calmly, with the broken hair on his cheeks hanging obediently on both sides, no longer covering his expression. His face was calm, and his obsidian eyes were staring at John, with a touch of softness flashing from time to time.

Snape's reaction that night made him fully understand. Unlike his last time a few years ago, he was delighted that Severus was softening towards him. Severus's behavior towards people and things has also changed now.

How did this change?

As soon as John thought back to the emotions he had experienced during the day, those strong negative emotions. In addition to responsibility, Snape also sustained Snape - he simply couldn't find the meaning of living.

Compared to that time, Severus was simply amazing now. His eyes felt hot just thinking about it. There was a touching emotion that filled his chest, almost ready to swell.

John suddenly wanted to express himself.

Like dropping the pudding and taking the bowl from Severus' hand. Hug him tightly and exchange a kiss with him. Integrating him into her body - well, that's all fantasy. It was still dinner time, and Mrs. Laws and George were still looking at each other.

John could only reach out his hand under the table, quietly touch the black robe, then find the rough, but warm and dry big hand, and slowly hold it.

Snape's lips pursed softly.

He still seemed to be drinking porridge normally, but he also held John's hand under the table.

The fingers of both hands are clasped tightly, leaving no gap.

The emotion in John's heart suddenly became softer, and he lowered his head to hide it, staring at the pattern of the tablecloth with his eyes burning.

Seeing this, Mrs. Laws immediately poked George.

George quickly woke up and put down the fried fish and cleared his throat: "Ahem... Is the pudding good tonight? I think the black pepper juice with peas tastes great, but does anyone like salad dressing better?"

With George suddenly Interjecting, the moisture in John's eyes eased. He quickly concealed his smile and said, "Yes, it tastes better than the ones sold outside. I also like the black pepper flavor better."

Just as he said that, he felt his hand loosen. It was Snape who wanted to let go. Hands on.

John immediately grasped the hand tightly under the table. He raised his eyes and saw Snape next to him giving him a fierce look.

"Mr. Snape..." Snape showed a fake smile and pointed at the fried fish on the table. "Do you think I can use both my left and right hands freely?"

Indeed, his right hand was being held tightly by John under the table. Holding it, my left hand could only use a spoon to scoop out the porridge in the bowl and drink it.