HP John Snape

Chapter 125

John kissed Snape while he was on the phone with Thomson. The direct consequence was that he had to make another phone call in the afternoon and apologize for a long time. He claimed that he was "so sleepy that he fell asleep".

John rolled his eyes at Snape while talking on the phone.

Tomorrow he has to go to the set again to shoot his last scene, and then it will be completed.

So John asked Alan to hang out again in the afternoon - fortunately, he still didn't have any dramas and was resting at home.

Snape was still unhappy. But he had promised John before and it was hard to go back on it.

——I don’t want others to hang out with John, this feeling is like a child’s desire for exclusivity. He didn't want to make John laugh again.

Having said that, when John opened the wardrobe in the bedroom and happily picked out clothes, Snape sat on the chair without turning a page of the book in his hand.

This emotion reached its peak when John put on his backpack and prepared to go downstairs. The expression on Snape's face was still normal, but his fingers tightened their grip on the page.

"Okay." John suddenly poked his head in again, and he immediately saw Snape's unprepared and unconcealed movements in a state of laughter and tears.

"I knew you were petty - but I like the way you are jealous. What do you think, do you want to go shopping together?" John rubbed the lines between his eyebrows soothingly.

A fake smile appeared on Snape's gloomy face: "Do you want me to use Polyjuice Potion or Muggle disguise?"

If John told him to continue using the soul form, he would dare to regret it immediately.

John seemed to feel the faint resentment behind Snape. He hesitated and said with a smile: "Uh... let's go directly."

This time it was Snape's turn to look at him suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm right." John repeated, "I said, let's go directly."

"Aren't you afraid that they will know? Mr. John Snape, the author of Harry Potter, and his character Potions "The professor appears on the street hand in hand?" Snape raised his eyebrows, "This will make front-page news."

"Don't forget that we are with Allen. There will definitely be no annoying paparazzi in the place he is looking for." After a pause, "And I believe that even if he sees you... he won't say anything."

Snape snorted: "Gryffindor-style blind belief."

"Okay, let's go." John caught him He tried to pull him up with his arms, "In case the matter is really exposed, I will also say that I am actually dead, and then stay and fly with you in seclusion. Anyway, this is the last scene of my play." "The money we earn will last us a lifetime."

He joked: "Maybe the newspaper will be sold out because of our front-page news, and it will be a hot seller for several weeks!"

"It's better if he's not mad," Snape hissed, curling his upper lip.

at last.

Snape went with John anyway, without any disguise. And as John expected, Alan looked stunned for a while after hearing Snape's dry self-introduction, and then didn't ask anything.

After he saw the same silver ring on Snape's hand, he sincerely said his wedding blessing again.

Snape received congratulations from his former imaginary rival in person, and the expression on his face finally changed from gloomy to sunny. And after John deliberately held his arm and walked around in an intimate manner all afternoon, Snape felt that such a gathering... well, it was pretty good.

In the evening, Allen said goodbye to them and suddenly pressed his abdomen, looking a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you? Allen?" John asked nervously immediately.

"Don't worry, it's just that my stomach hurts. It's probably because of poor digestion these days." Allen smiled reassuringly and joked, "Older people will always have some little problems here and there, you guys We don't have such troubles."

Snape, a young man less than ten years younger than Allen: "..."

John did not dare to take it lightly, but he knew that Allen would die of cancer in the future. Although it is still early from that year, there is no guarantee that the world will develop exactly according to the time of the previous life.

"Severus." He looked at Snape solemnly.

Snape gave him a questioning look, and John looked back at him firmly.

"Okay." Snape still compromised.

Now that Alan Rickman knows his true identity, it's not hard to predict that he can do magic.

He took a step forward, pulled out his wand, moved his lips and silently recited a series of detection spells.

Colorful lights lit up on Allen's body.

Allen looked at the light on his body and the wand in Snape's hand in amazement. His expression was completely different from his usual calmness: "I can actually see magic with my own eyes... God. This feels really amazing." "

John didn't bother to answer him, and only stared at Snape's expression nervously.

"How was it?" he asked.

——Even if John doesn't know how to detect magic, he still knows what the red and yellow lights mean.

Snape made rough gestures on Allen's body with his wand, and his expression was a little solemn: "There are lesions in the internal organs, and the overall situation is not good. You should go to the hospital to have a look."

Allen's expression was a little surprised, but gradually became serious. He came down and replied: "I will."

"Be sure to call me when the results come out." John told him worriedly.

Allen must have a full-body examination, and it would take several days to get the results.

If it really is still cancer. No matter what, he must ask Severus if he can cure Allen with magic.