HP's Wretched

When Snape came into the ward with breakfast, Flotte found a small comb from nowhere, and began to sit on the edge of the bed and comb her slightly knotted black curly hair tirelessly, talking non-stop. He said: "Why is there no mirror in the ward, really, I remember there was a mirror before..."

"Hogwarts is a school of magic, but it doesn't mean that the mirror here is a magic mirror. You won't look ugly if you miss a day." Snape's slightly disgusted sarcasm interrupted Flott's soliloquy , He cast a spell on the dinner plate, making it float in front of Flotte, and said coldly, "Put down that comb, it won't fill you up."

Flott curled her lips, dropped the comb and gave Snape a sideways glance.But she really remembered that there was a mirror in the separate ward of the school hospital.

In fact, the real situation is that just last night, Snape had already thrown out all the mirrors in the room, and by the way, ordered the Queen Madam Pomfrey of the school hospital to say nothing about the wound on Flott's face. do not mention.No way, Snape would get a headache whenever he thought of Flott seeing his face blown up like this, so it's better to just get rid of it...

"What happened yesterday? I went to Lupin to ask for the book..." Speaking of asking for the book, Flotte snapped her hand holding the bread and jam. Yes, she put the paper Forgot about this, "Well, it seems that I have to find time to apply for an extension of the submission."

Snape was used to Flott saying whatever he thought of, but he also knew what the other party wanted to know, so he said directly: "I was like you yesterday. I delivered medicine to Lupin and found that he was not there. Then I saw the parchment on his desk."

"Then have you seen..."

"Peter Pettigrew's name, yes, I saw it." Snape said coldly with no expression on his face.

Flott carefully observed Snape's expression at this time, thinking about how to ask the next question: "So, what's going on?"

"As you said, Peter Pettigrew is not dead." Snape didn't seem to have any emotion when he said this, but what everyone didn't know was that the turmoil in his heart was still not calm at this time, " When I chased him out and chased him to the Shrieking Shack, I didn't see him at all, so I thought it was the old parchment that made a mistake. It wasn't until last night that Dumbledore told me the truth of the matter... He is an elder brother Manis, who can transform into a mouse, has been hiding in the Weasleys' home for nearly 12 years, and that incident..."

It was hard for Snape to say the latter words. Thinking about it, he hated the person for 12 years, and ended up hating the wrong person. How ridiculous...

Flott already knew exactly what Snape didn't say in the second half of the sentence, which was not as she expected but also beyond her expectations.Black did not have the talent to be a traitor, but in their eyes, the most inconspicuous and useless coward turned out to be a traitor. Sure enough, he would do anything to survive...

In fact, Flott really wanted to ask if Black could be released without charge, but sensitive observation told her that Snape's mood at this time was definitely extremely complicated, so she shouldn't step on the thunder.

So just like that, Flotte stopped asking questions, and concentrated on eating what she had at hand, while Snape stood there quietly, as if lost in thought, but there was something hidden in his dark and deep eyes. It was indescribably cold.

After finishing her breakfast without saying a word, Flotte picked up the napkin beside her and wiped her mouth gracefully, then looked up at the meditator who was still standing there.Flotte blinked at him innocently, but the other party obviously still didn't pay attention to her.

Is it such a big blow?Of course, Flott roughly guessed what Snape was thinking at this time, but you said that it is obviously unnecessary to unravel Snape, this person has to let him figure it out, otherwise ten Dumbledores It may not work well.

Flotte simply combed her hair, and then coughed lightly, waking up Snape who had fallen into Occlumency.

"Aren't you going to sit down for a while? I'm so tired when I see you standing up."

Snape slightly narrowed his eyes, did not answer Flott's words, but picked up his wand and tapped it lightly, clearing away the dinner plate in front of Flott.

Seeing that Snape was in the mood to do this, he must be able to continue the next topic: "How is Lupine?"

Snape sneered, obviously dissatisfied with Flott asking about Lupine's situation: "A werewolf, of course, is very good, but I think Fudge should know about Lupine's situation."

"Fudge? How did he know?"

"I talked to Dumbledore yesterday. Our great Minister Fudge has been in the corner for a long time." Full of irony.

This behavior is indeed a bit unsightly, but since Fudge knows about Lupine, the possibility of not embarrassing Dumbledore is zero.

"It's a pity, it seems that we have to welcome a new colleague." Flotte said, she really felt sorry for Lupin, but when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts, there will be a new colleague. Colleague, Flotte always has a feeling of hairiness in her heart.

Snape originally didn't want to see people with dangerous identities staying in Lupine's school and threatening teachers and students. After what happened this time, he wanted him to leave as soon as possible. He Snape was not Dumbledore. He couldn't arouse any interest, but what made him unhappy was that Flotte seemed to be quite sorry about it.

"You think it's a pity? It's a pity?" Snape's words were not warm, and his expression was also a common smirk.

Flotte began to wonder if she had said something she shouldn't have said, but after thinking about it carefully, she didn't say anything else, but just to be on the safe side, she still had a strong desire to survive and added: "No, it's just a comparison. As far as I'm concerned, Lupine is really suitable for this position, I'm just worried that another idiot like Lockhart will come next year."

This supplement is better than not supplementing...

"Ha, what kind of person will come is the headmaster's consideration, you don't need to waste your few brains worrying about this." Snape raised his eyebrows, his tone was quite sarcastic, and he seemed extremely displeased, "But it's true, A person like Lupin, who speaks softly and has a contrived expression, will never utter sarcasm, let alone make what you call a dead face, this kind of professor who is not arrogant should indeed attract the love of your teachers and students."

Yes, Snape hadn't forgotten what he had heard from Little Tiger yesterday - Flott had spoken ill of him behind his back.Said that he can only satirize people, and always have a dead face...

Flotte, who was sitting by the bed, could definitely be described with a dazed expression at this moment. She could feel that Snape meant something, but Flott couldn't guess what special meaning it was referring to. come out……

Flotte is now deeply plunged into self-doubt, did she say something she shouldn't have said?But the conversation just now was extremely normal!What happened to Snape today?Aren't things like inexplicable convulsions generally her prerogative?

"What's wrong with you? I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said, right?" To deal with people like Snape, it's impossible to guess, so let's ask directly.

Snape felt that his fist hit the cotton, and he couldn't say that your son told me these things yesterday, and I used him to scare you, so what's the use of him saying these things, even himself can not say it clearly.Snape reluctantly dropped a sentence: "It's all right."

"..." You fickle man.

Flott couldn't figure out Snape's temper here, so she simply didn't bother to think about it, so she might as well ask her more about what she didn't know: "How did you and Lupine faint in the woods yesterday?"

In fact, Snape didn't want to bring up what happened yesterday. First, he was knocked into the air by that brat Potter, and then he was scratched by Lupine who turned into a wolf. In the end, when he was chasing Potter, he still ran into Lupine by accident. And it hurt both sides...

Snape snorted twice, and replied very succinctly: "Hit each other, and both sides will suffer..."

Of course, Flotte could see this. Didn't she want to ask for some specific details? Snape said it as if he didn't say it.

Forget it, don't ask if you don't want to say more.Flotte was a little helpless, and didn't bother to continue asking.She silently moved back into the bed and began to cover herself with a quilt. Since she was injured at work, she might as well take the opportunity to rest for a few days.

"Did you use the God-Calling Guard yesterday?" Snape asked.

Flote nodded and said affirmatively: "I did use this, and I also used a spring as clear as water to wake you up, there is nothing else besides that."

"Then it seems that the magic backlash should be the call god guard."

"It should be like this." Flutter agreed.

In fact, it is a very common case to be backlashed by pure white magic like the Guardian of God, but most of them are based on pure black wizards like Death Eaters, and even some Death Eaters can't summon the Patronus at all. If you summon it forcibly, you will definitely be faced with your soul being burned out in an instant.

Flutter admitted that she hadn't used the God-Calling Guard since she replaced Dizrael in the Death Eaters, but the fact that she was only slightly injured but not fatal obviously didn't match the reason of the Death Eaters. Yes, so what exactly caused it?

Snape on the side was also thinking about the same question as Flott at this time, but his answer was slightly biased towards the possibility that Little Tiger had protected Flott's soul from harm to some extent.But no matter how you say it, it's extremely weird for this to happen. Besides, Flotte has never really joined the Death Eaters, so how could this happen?

"Severus, when will you be able to summon the Patronus? You are not..." Flott suddenly thought of a counterexample standing in front of him, so he couldn't help asking the question, but he didn't answer the second half of the sentence Fully explained, but she knew that Snape must have understood her point.

The reply to Flotte was silence for a while, and then a faint sentence: "After Lily passed away."

Hearing an answer, Flotte didn't feel that it was unexpected, she just opened her mouth, hesitating whether to continue asking, but the answer to the next question was also obvious, there was no need to ask, but... Flo Te still couldn't help but want to confirm it again.Flott raised her head to look at Snape, and asked cautiously: "Then your patron saint is... a doe?"

"Well, after the transformation, yes."

"Because of Lily?"

"Ah."

Sure enough, she didn't need to ask at all...

Flotte turned her body back, and began to lower her head slightly to stare at the white quilt covering her body. The scattered hair hanging down her ears slightly covered her little expression.Although there was nothing to say, Flotte didn't want the atmosphere to be so inexplicably cold, so she had nothing to say: "Ha, my patron saint is a jackal, does it resemble my personality?"

"Well, it's pretty similar." Snape agreed in a low voice, "My previous Patronus was a leopard."

"Leopard?" Flott didn't expect Snape to be willing to mention the past, "It's quite similar to you."

"A Patronus is a reflection of the essence of a person."

Flott ignored Snape's serious science, but suddenly thought of something and laughed softly.

"What's the matter?" Snape didn't understand why his scientific remark was so funny.

Flotte smiled and shook her head, and said, "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of a saying: jackals match tigers and leopards. It seems that there is definitely a reason why we can chat."

Snape smirked, obviously he still didn't understand Flott's thoughts: "That's not a good word..."

"But we were not good people at the beginning..."

Snape wanted to refute something when he heard this, but he didn't know how to refute, because he also felt that Flott's nonsense had some truth.

In fact, from the point of view of the Patronus, they are quite a good match.Jackals, tigers and leopards, working together, it's good... This is Flotte's last little thought.

The author has something to say:

It's one hundred chapters, let's take this chapter as the last one I clicked on, hahahaha. (To be honest, apart from eating and living, writing this novel is definitely the longest thing I have insisted on. Thank you for not despising my novel 〒▽〒)

This chapter can be regarded as having sugar, which is Snape's snack vinegar, but it is not enough to be jealous in that sense.And Flotte's last thought.

Why is the old saying that jackals match tigers and leopards? I have heard someone explain it this way, that is, jackals need the strength of tigers and leopards, and tigers and leopards need the treachery of jackals, which is a kind of interdependent relationship, and this is very consistent with Sri Lanka. The relationship between Nepe and Flott.

In my eyes, Snape is like a leopard, lonely, tolerant but full of danger. Leopards are not herd animals. They prefer to hunt alone and are good at killing with one blow. Just like Snape, they live alone and endure everything. Hate lay in ambush at the nearest point of the Dark Lord, waiting for the final blow to kill.As for jackals, they are small in size and are also called red-haired dogs in China, but their biggest advantage is that they can recognize their own disadvantages. They are extremely good at group hunting, and their methods are cunning and vicious, just like Flotte Flott never did anything alone. First, she saw Snape's ability and value, and formed a gang with Malfra, and then realized that she would never be able to revenge the Dark Lord, so she secretly sold it to the Order of the Phoenix. Well, it can be said that the means are used to achieve the end.One of these two people is a lonely ability user, and the other is a smooth preacher. Together, they should be like the so-called jackal and tiger leopard.

Azkaban should be over, the next chapter of the Goblet of Fire begins, and Flotte is finally going to do her big thing.

I talk a lot of nonsense, really, really...