HP Approaches the Magic World

"Potter!"

Snape quickly put down his robe to cover his injured leg. The moment the wound was touched, he gasped, it was obviously painful.

But this face looked a little scary. Jon looked at Harry's frightened expression and was afraid that he would be out of breath the next moment, and then the story about the savior would end here.

That would be too tragic.

Fortunately, Harry Potter's endurance was much better than Jon expected. Under Snape's cold face, even Jon felt a little pressured, but Harry was able to withstand this pressure.

And ask questions in this situation.

"I want to know if I...can get my book back?"

The young man has a future!

Jon glanced at Harry with relief. His look was like that of an author looking at the extremely vital protagonist in his book. However, this didn't seem to be the case in Harry's eyes. After all, Jon was now wearing a Fairy Tale card.

His strange face, this look in his eyes looked extremely terrifying.

"Get out! Get out!"

Snape shouted in a low voice. From Harry's side, he looked really angry.

So Harry left quickly without waiting for Snape to deduct points from Gryffindor.

With the sound of the door being slammed shut, Jon's figure also changed from Filch back to himself.

"Why are you so angry? It's not good for wound healing."

Jon knelt down and wrapped the bandage around the wound on Snape's leg.

Snape made grimacing sounds of pain from time to time, which made Jon think he had dealt too hard, but in fact, he had been as gentle as possible.

"It's not your fault, it's the wound itself."

Snape breathed and said, "You're right - hiss - three-headed dog attacks are indeed painful."

"By the way, don't you know that music can make a three-headed dog sleep?"

As Jon tied the knot for the last time, Snape took a long breath.

"Thanks for reminding me, I know now."

"Okay." Jon stood up and said to Snape: "How about getting up and walking around to see what's going on?"

"It's nothing serious. Putting a bandage on it won't affect your movements for a while."

Snape felt that Jon in front of him suddenly became a lot more mature. Although he was very mature before, at that time he was just as mature as a child, but now he is standing here as if he is an adult in his twenties.

, so that he doesn’t feel inconsistent at all.

And the tone of conversation is also very strange. When did they become so familiar?

Of course, Jon didn't suddenly become so mature, but he felt that Snape was one of his own after all. Since he didn't hide his maturity in front of Dumbledore, there was no need to hide it in front of Snape.

.

There is an old Chinese proverb that says, "Do not trust those who employ you, and do not trust those who doubt you." For Jon, his current relationship with professors such as Dumbledore and Snape is like this.

Although there is a battle of wits and courage between each other, those are things in secret. On the surface, we are still good allies, right?

"Why did you confiscate his books when you had nothing to do? Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

Seeing Snape opening his mouth to say something high-sounding, Jon immediately raised his hand: "I know a little bit about what happened back then, so you don't have to lie to me, and if nothing else, it's just what you usually show.

My dislike for him is also true."

"His book was not borrowed from the library."

Snape picked up "Quidditch Origins" placed on the table nearby and waved it at Jon.

"Spiritual curses are Quirrell's specialty. If you stare at this book for too long, the person reading it will gradually become drowsy and lack of energy - but now, the magic on this book

It has been lifted by me."

Jon knew it, because from his understanding, Professor Quirrell did have the ability to secretly manipulate a book.

Such a curse is like a trace amount of poison, difficult to detect, but if accumulated, it can be fatal.

"Well, although he meant well, he probably misunderstood your injury."

Thinking back to Halloween a few days ago, Jon felt that the world was indeed full of misunderstandings.

"On Halloween, they saw you going to the fourth floor. Professor, you should also know what happened before - I guess your impression of being a bad guy has been deepened now."

Snape shrugged his shoulders silently, and his expressionless face now looked a little helpless.

"I never cared about what he thought of me. As long as I completed what Dumbledore told me, it didn't matter."

He has a very classy but clear conscience, but Jon thinks this feeling is pitiful.

But this kind of dedication without asking for anything in return really cannot be criticized.

Although everyone had different opinions, he couldn't possibly say that Snape's sacrifice was wrong.

After all, it was Snape who wanted to say a thousand things.

Even Dumbledore can't change Snape's personal wishes, and Jon can't either. And at this time, his favorability towards Snape is already much higher than before, and he won't interfere indiscriminately.

Snape's decision.

"Well, since you said that, I have nothing else to say."

Joan was no longer trying to persuade Snape, but was planning to turn around and leave.

"By the way, will you go to the Quidditch match tomorrow?"

Behind his back, Snape asked this question.

Jon shook his head.

"I don't like Quidditch, and the stadium is cold and messy. I don't want to go."

He didn't hide his dislike for Quidditch at all: "But Professor, you probably need to go. Don't you still have to guard Professor Quirrell?"

It was Snape's job to stay with Quirrell and monitor his every move while protecting Harry Potter's safety.

"Professor, please go to bed early. I think you may be very busy tomorrow."

After leaving this meaningless sentence, Jon turned and left the staff lounge.

It doesn't matter whether Snape understands what he means, because regardless of whether Snape understands it or not, he cannot avoid what will happen on the Quidditch field.

After casting a disguise spell on himself, Jon, shrouded in invisibility, left the castle and walked towards his cabin.

It was as if his hand could move the entire plot line. Everything was developing on the timeline he had imagined. It was as if the night was coming. Some things seemed to have been destined in the dark.

One cannot see through it and cannot get rid of it.

And now,

The night is getting darker.