"Potter!"
Snape hurriedly put down his long robe to cover his injured leg. The moment his wound was touched, he sucked in a breath of cold air. It was obviously painful.
But this face looked a little scary. Jon looked at Harry's terrified expression and was very afraid that he would not be able to breathe in the next moment. And then, the story of the savior would come to an end.
That would be a little too tragic.
Luckily, Harry Potter's tolerance was much better than Jon had expected. Under Snape's cold expression, even Jon felt a little pressured. But Harry was actually able to withstand such pressure and even asked a question under such circumstances.
"I want to know, can I … get my book back?"
This kid has a bright future!
Jon looked at Harry with a gratified expression. That gaze was like an author looking at the lively main character in his book. But to Harry, it was not like that. After all, Jon was wearing Filch's face now, and this gaze was extremely scary.
"Get out! Get out! "
Snape growled in a low voice. From Harry's perspective, he was indeed very angry.
So Harry did not wait for Snape to deduct points from Gryffindor and left quickly.
Following the sound of the door being slammed shut, Jon's figure changed back from Filch to himself.
"Why are you so angry? It's not good for the recovery of the wound. "
Jon squatted down and wrapped the bandage around the wound on Snape's leg.
Snape groaned in pain from time to time, making Jon think that he had hit him very hard. But in fact, he had tried his best to be as gentle as possible.
"It's not your fault, it's the problem with the wound itself."
Snape said as he sucked in a breath, "You're right — sss — the three-headed dog's attack is indeed painful."
"Speaking of which, music can make the three-headed dog sleep, don't you know this?"
Snape took a deep breath as Jon wrapped the bandage for the last time.
"Thanks for the reminder, I know now."
"Alright." Jon stood up and said to Snape, "Get up and walk around, how's it?"
"It's not a big deal. The bandage won't affect my movement for a while."
Snape felt that the Jon in front of him had suddenly become much more mature. Although he was very mature in the past, he was only as mature as a child. But now, he was standing there like an adult in his twenties, which did not make him feel uncomfortable at all.
Moreover, his tone was very strange. Since when were they so familiar with each other?
Of course, Jon did not become so mature all of a sudden, but he felt that Snape was one of them after all. Since he did not hide his maturity in front of Dumbledore, there was no need to hide it in front of Snape.
There was a Chinese saying, "Don't suspect those you use, and don't use those you doubt." To Jon, his current relationship with Dumbledore, Snape and the other professors was just like that.
Although there was a battle of wits and courage between each other, those were all things in the dark. On the surface, everyone was still very good allies, right?
"Why did you confiscate his books for no reason? Are you purposely looking for trouble? "
Seeing that Snape was about to say some high-sounding words, Jon immediately raised his hand and said, "I more or less understand what happened back then, so you don't have to lie to me. Moreover, the hatred you usually show towards him is also real."
"That book of his was not borrowed from the library."
Snape picked up 'The Origins of Quidditch' on the table at the side and waved it at Jon.
"Mental curses, that's Quirrell's specialty. If one stares at this book for too long, the reader will slowly become drowsy and have no energy. But now, the spell on this book has been removed by me."
Jon understood, because according to his understanding, Professor Quirrell did indeed have the ability to secretly tamper with a book.
A curse like this was like a small amount of poison that was not easy to detect, but when accumulated, it would be fatal.
"Mmm, although he had good intentions, he probably misunderstood your injury."
Thinking back to Halloween a few days ago, Jon felt that this world was indeed full of coincidences.
"On Halloween, they saw you go to the fourth floor, and as for what happened before that, Professor, you should be clear as well. I guess now the impression of you as a bad person has been deepened."
Snape silently shrugged his shoulders, and his usually expressionless face now had a hint of helplessness.
"I have never cared about what he thought of me, as long as I completed what Dumbledore asked me to do, it doesn't matter."
He had a feeling of wanting to have a clear conscience, but Jon felt that this feeling was very pitiful.
But this kind of sacrifice without asking for anything in return, really could not be criticized.
Although everyone had different views, he could not say that Snape's sacrifice was wrong.
After all, Snape was the one who was willing to do it.
Even Dumbledore could not change Snape's personal wishes, so naturally, Jon could not as well. Furthermore, at this point in time, his impression of Snape was much better than before, so he would definitely not interfere with Snape's decision.
"Alright, since you said so, then I have nothing else to say."
Joanne did not try to persuade Snape, but planned to turn and leave.
"Oh right, tomorrow's Quidditch competition, are you going to watch?"
Behind his back, Snape asked such a question.
Jon shook his head.
"I don't like Quidditch, and the competition grounds are cold and messy, I don't want to go."
He did not hide his dislike of Quidditch at all, "But Professor, you should go, don't you still have to watch over Professor Quirrell?"
It was Snape's job to watch over Quirrell's every move, and to protect Harry Potter at the same time.
"Professor, you should rest early, I think you might be very busy tomorrow."
After leaving this sentence without rhyme or reason, Jon turned and left the teachers' lounge.
It was not important whether Snape could understand what he meant, because no matter whether Snape understood or not, he could not avoid the things that would happen in the Quidditch competition.
After casting a Phantom Spell on himself, Jon, who was shrouded in an invisible shadow, left the castle and walked towards his own little house.
It was as if he could control the entire storyline with his hands. Everything was developing according to the timeline he had in mind. It was as if night would eventually come. Some things seemed to have been predestined, and the people involved couldn't see through them and couldn't get rid of them.
And now,
The night was getting darker.
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