HP Approaches the Magical World

"Potter!"

Snape hurriedly 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 terrified expression, and was afraid that he would be out of breath in the next moment. Then, the story about the savior ended here.

That would be too miserable.

Fortunately, Harry Potter's endurance was much better than Jon expected. Under Snape's cold face, even Jon felt a little stressed, but Harry was able to bear the pressure. And ask questions in this case.

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

The young man has a future!

Jon glanced at Harry with relief, as if the author was looking at the protagonist in his book with extremely vigorous vitality, but in Harry's view, this did not seem to be the case, after all, Jon was holding a Fell Qi's face, this kind of look looks terrifying.

"Get out! Get out!"

Snape growled in a low voice, from Harry's point of view, he was indeed very angry.

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

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

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

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

Snape grinned in pain from time to time, making Jon think he had hit hard, but in fact, he was as light as possible.

"It's not because of you, it's because of the wound itself."

Breathing in, Snape said, "You're right - hiss - the attack of the three-headed dog is indeed painful."

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

With Jon's last lashing, Snape took a long breath.

"Thanks for the reminder, I know now."

"Okay." Jon stood up and said to Snape, "Get up and walk around, how about it?"

"It's nothing serious. Wearing a bandage won't affect your movement for a while."

Snape felt that the Jon in front of him suddenly became a lot more mature. Although he was very mature before, he was just a child at that time, but now he stands here like an adult in his twenties , so that he didn't feel disobedient at all.

And the tone of speech is also very strange, when did they get so familiar?

Of course, Jon didn't become so mature all of a sudden, but he felt that Snape was 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 saying, "If you employ a person, you should not be suspicious, but if you are suspicious, you should not use it." For Jon, his current relationship with Dumbledore, Snape and other professors is like this.

Although they are fighting wits and bravery with each other, those things are in the dark. On the surface, everyone is still a good ally, isn't it?

"Why are you confiscating his books if you have nothing to do? Are you deliberately looking for it to make you unhappy?"

Seeing that Snape opened his mouth to say some high-sounding words, Jon immediately raised his hand: "I understand what happened back then, so you don't need to lie to me, and if you don't say anything else, just show it It's true that I hate him."

"That book of his wasn't checked out from the library."

Snape picked up "The Origins of Quidditch" on the side table and waved it at Jon.

"Spiritual curse, that's Quirrell's forte. If you stare at this book for too long, the reader will gradually become groggy and lack energy—but now, the magic in this book It has been removed by me."

Jon understood, because in his understanding, Professor Quirrell did have the ability to secretly tamper with a book.

Such a curse is like a tiny dose of poison,

It's not easy to notice, but if it adds up, it can be fatal.

"Well, although it is kind, your injury is probably misunderstood by him."

Thinking back to the Halloween days a few days ago, Jon felt that the world was really full of mistakes and never stopped.

"On Halloween, they saw you go to the fourth floor, and you should know what happened before, professor—it is estimated that your impression of being a villain has been deepened now."

Snape silently shrugged his shoulders, his face that had been expressionless all year round was now a little more helpless.

"I never cared what he thinks of me, as long as I finish what Dumbledore told me, it doesn't matter."

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

But this kind of dedication without asking for anything in return is really nothing to criticize.

Although everyone had different opinions, it was impossible for him to say that Snape's contribution was wrong.

After all, it was Snape himself who wanted to say ten thousand in one thousand.

Even Dumbledore couldn't change Snape's personal wishes, and Jon certainly couldn't. And at this moment, his favorability towards Snape was much higher than before, and it was Snape's decision not to interfere indiscriminately.

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

Joan was not trying to persuade Snape, but was going to turn around and leave.

"By the way, do you want to watch the Quidditch match tomorrow?"

Behind his back, Snape asked the question.

Jon shook his head.

"I don't like Quidditch, and it's cold and messy, I don't want to go."

He didn't hide his dislike for Quidditch at all: "But Professor, you should go, don't you still guard Professor Quirrell?"

It was Snape's job to monitor Quirrell's every move while keeping Harry Potter safe.

"Professor, you should rest early, I think you may be very busy tomorrow."

Leaving behind this endless sentence, Jon turned and left the faculty lounge.

It didn't matter whether Snape understood him or not, because whether Snape understood or not, he couldn't avoid the things that happened in Quidditch.

Casting a disillusionment spell on himself, Jon, shrouded in invisibility, left the castle and walked towards his hut.

It's as if his hand can move the entire plot line, everything is developing in the timeline he imagined, as if the night will come at last, some things seem to be destined in the dark, let the People can't see through it and can't get rid of it.

And now,

The night was getting dark.