HP John Snape

Chapter 127

"When filming later, the camera will shoot from Harry's perspective, which will ease some of the difficulty for you." David explained to John, "You don't need to perform facial expressions, just use movements to show the intense scene of being attacked. . But this is quite difficult, you have to figure it out yourself."

John nodded thoughtfully.

Being attacked...it's still that special position.

He closed his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

The staff carried the machine over in a hurry, but during the process, John remained leaning against the wire fence, motionless.

"Are you ready?" Yates asked.

John opened his eyes and nodded appeasingly to Snape, who was standing silently next to him.

Snape's face tightened, and he backed out of the shooting range with worry.

"Bang!" A crisp sound of hitting the board sounded, and the barbed wire suddenly swayed.

Harry's expression turned pale and he suddenly raised his wand. He held it in his hand but didn't know whether to rush out.

The black figure inside the barbed wire could not be seen clearly. All he could see was that he hit the barbed wire heavily, accompanied by a broken moan suppressed in his throat.

Ron looked bewildered.

The barbed wire was still trembling, and Hermione lowered her head unbearably. The fierce attack that happened right in front of them was really unbearable to watch.

Harry still didn't move.

The figure behind the barbed wire fell weakly to the ground, and his body began to twitch.

Snape looked at it with a sullen face, and the hand hanging by his side began to tremble uncontrollably.

Filming is paused here.

John calmed down and stood up from the ground. Tina rushed over with a makeup box, and Will from the props team came over with a blood pack.

One put makeup on his face, and the other made wounds on his chest and neck.

Will unbuttoned his collar, his hands suddenly paused and his movements stopped.

"What's wrong?" John raised his eyes.

"John, are you - are you really okay with taking this photo?" Will looked at the hideous scar on John's neck in embarrassment and muttered, "The vicious dog incident also bit him on the neck - you - "

John looked down and pretended to smile casually: "It's because I have experienced it that I can make it more realistic. Don't worry, Will. Go ahead."

Will reluctantly nodded.

When the Harry trio rushed in, they saw the man who always looked stern and disgusted lying on the ground twitching, his eyes dull.

Harry quickly knelt down beside him, reaching out his hands helplessly to seal the wounds, but to no avail.

"Take it... take it." The man's broken voice sounded intermittently.

John looked at the boy in front of him with hollow eyes and trembling lips - he forced himself to think of the day he died.

That day, he was afraid and looking forward to it, but he didn't wait until the end to see Severus.

The feeling of reluctance and despair in the last moment before consciousness disappeared... is indescribable. The love he had hidden in his heart that no one knew about was also full of regrets.