HP's Wretched

In the dim room, except for the cold dark purple light shrouded by the magic circle on the roof, the other windows that can transmit light are all covered with thick black velvet curtains, and only occasionally blowing in will make the unevenness on the top of the black curtains The strong wind energy proves that there are windows leading to the outside in this room, otherwise those who don't know it will think that this dark and cold room is another space world.

With the sound of flapping wings, an object slammed into the black velvet curtain, and then rolled into the room through the gap of the curtain with a whine—it was an owl clutching a newspaper.

The owl that rolled into the room did not calm down because of the quiet atmosphere. On the contrary, as if oppressed by some special force, it began to flop on the ground, trying to take off again, but no matter how hard it struggled on the ground He couldn't fly even with flapping his wings, like a drowning person.

The owl's thumping movements became bigger and bigger, more and more crazy, but after a few seconds, it suddenly lost its vitality, straightened its legs and lay on the ground coldly.

The woman meditating under the dark purple light of the magic circle in the center of the room was obviously alarmed by the owl's movement, and opened her eyes irritably. A small gap.And the woman in the house was exactly Flotte who kept saying that she came to France to deal with business issues.

Flotte casually threw the crystal on the ground, and as the crystal was released from her hands, the magic circle above her head gradually became darker. The room that could have been considered dark was now completely plunged into darkness.She stood up and walked towards the curtain beside the dead bird.

The curtains were opened, and it was dusk outside. Although the sunlight outside the window was the softest time of the day, it still prevented people who hadn't seen the light for a long time from looking directly at it.After the soft sunlight filled the room, Flotte squatted down to pick up the "Daily Prophet" brought by the owl.

The front page report of the newspaper is a shocking news: The Quidditch World Cup was attacked by suspected Death Eaters

Just as Flotte was about to turn to the page of the detailed news report, she was stopped by the knock on the wooden door behind her.

"Enter."

The wooden door was pushed open heavily, and a man in his thirties came in, and Flotte knew who it was without even looking back.

The man's eyes were obviously attracted by the dead owl on the ground, but he didn't speak.

"I'm sorry, the magic pressure of the magic circle was too great, and it killed one of your owls." Flotte still didn't turn her head to look at the person, but flipped through the newspaper in her hand, roughly browsing the news.

The man walked into the house again and said, "I brought you the medicine."

Flott put away the newspaper, finally turned around, stared at the box in the man's hand, and said with a smile: "Have you and Orion researched Severus' formula?"

The man in front of him was Sibney Brown (the Muggle who eloped with Orion).Sibney shook his head, and said with some shame: "The medicines that Snape gave you are specially prepared for you, and the doses inside require a high degree of precision. Orion and I can only make a rough estimate. The formula, the efficacy of the medicine is naturally incomparable with Snape's configuration."

Hearing what Sibney said, Flotte didn't hide the disgust in her words: "Fortunately, you two are still seniors of Severus, and both belong to the Slug Club, so I made the medicine himself. I studied it for you, and none of you can copy it exactly the same."

"If the medicine he studied is so easy to crack, then everyone can have the title of Potion Master." Sibney retorted helplessly.

"That's right..." The voice of the answer was weak, with a hint of worry added.Of course, Snape's potion talent is absolutely affirmed by Flott. It is of course proud to have such a potion master by his side to develop tailor-made potions, but sometimes it is troublesome, after all, dependence Too tall, physically speaking, she couldn't do without Snape.

As soon as Flotte finished speaking, she clutched her chest violently, and began to cough hard involuntarily: "Ahem...cough..."

Sibney hurriedly put the box on the ground, opened it, took out a dose of medicine from it, and handed it to Flotte.Flotte swallowed the medicine carefully and with difficulty while coughing, but she still couldn't avoid the danger of choking herself.

It is not a pleasant experience to be choked on a very bitter medicine. An unbearable bitter taste spreads throughout the mouth, throat and even nasal cavity.Not only is this potion not as effective as Snape's, but it even tastes so much worse!This was the only thought in Flote's mind at the moment.

After waiting for a while, Flotte finally stopped coughing.

"You have no mana for such a long time, you should be used to this kind of life, why do you take this risk to restore mana?" Flotte, "Magic purification is not good for the body. Besides, this is not ordinary purification, but reverse purification. Your body itself has diseases. If this continues, even if we increase the dose of medicine for you, But there is still no way to relieve your condition."

Flotte didn't care much about Sibney's worried words: "After I recover my magic power by purifying with a magic circle, my physical fitness will also increase accordingly. Of course, the magic purification will also worsen my condition. So this in itself It's like spear and shield, it's just to see who kills first."

Yes, Flotte has found the best way to recover her magic power, although she has to pay the price of worsening her condition.

Sibney couldn't bear Flott's indifferent look: "You are talking about ordinary purification, that kind of purification is to purify the remaining black magic in your body that prevents the flow of magic, but now you want to purify the whole body. Everyone has been purified into the physique of a dark wizard, and you have regained your mana, and you are no different from a Death Eater, even your soul is darker than theirs."

"But who made my soul dark for a long time." Her soul couldn't bear the pure white magic of calling gods to guard, and even almost had a backlash. The recurrence of the injury, what does this mean, it means that her soul itself is already dark, so the way she has been recovering magic has been wrong!

For the past two months, Flotte has been thinking about when her soul will be darkened, and the answer she finally came up with is predictable: a person who has been overshadowed by death, how can the soul be white.

This is why her magic circle has become less and less effective for so many years. The brighter the power of the magic circle, the more it conflicts with her soul, and it cannot help her recover her mana at all.

"However, my hard work was not in vain. Now the magic power has returned to a quarter of its original peak. No matter how you say it, it can be regarded as getting rid of the word 'squib'." Flotte is quite optimistic about her current situation. , but she was also worried about one thing, "You didn't tell Severus, did you?"

"No, but he also wrote to me asking about your situation. Obviously, he doesn't believe that you are here to take care of Orion."

Flott stuck out her tongue. She had expected that such a low-level lie would not be able to deceive Snape, but there was no way. At that time, she thought of the idea of ​​restoring mana, but she couldn't tell him that he would definitely lose face in such a dangerous and dark place. Stop it, so he can only disappear before he sees the clue.Time was running out, so Flotte couldn't think of any good reason.

"You go back, sooner or later he will see the situation when he checks your body."

"Then I'll hide and not let him check." Flotte said easily, "Although the medicine you imitated can't achieve his effect, it's enough to make a supplement, as long as you don't show it in front of him. Sickness, you can generally get over it, and you can hide it for a while, maybe for a while."

Cosbney didn't think so, he always felt that Flotte would not be able to hide it for long.Just as he was about to speak again to persuade Flote, a stream of blood flowed from Flotte's nostrils, temporarily stopping his mouth.

Flutter obviously also felt the warmth in her nasal cavity. She didn't care about the blood falling on the newspaper in her hand, but raised her head and took out a blood-stained handkerchief to cover her nose.

The blood-stained handkerchief is enough to show that this kind of nosebleed is not the first time.

Flott couldn't bear the frightened eyes of Sibney next to her, and explained: "The purification time is too long, and the body can't bear this kind of magic pressure, and it will cause nosebleeds, which is normal."

This breezy tone once again forced Sibney to ask the puzzlement in his heart: "Why do you do this, you can live a good life, even if you have no mana, don't you also pass it?" So many years? Why bother to take the risk to restore mana?"

"I must have the ability to protect myself." Flotte's voice was very calm, "The Dark Lord will return sooner or later, and someone will come to kill me by then, and there are so many little secrets in my mind, you Do I choose to drag others down to die together, or do I have to have the ability to protect myself and escape? I can’t wait forever for others to save me.”

"It's been 13 years, and you're just waiting for his return. After such a long time, how many people can make a comeback?" Sibney's words were full of incomprehension.

"I don't know if others can do it, but the Dark Lord can definitely do it." When Flott said this, her eyes were unusually firm, "You don't know what happened at Hogwarts in the past two years, He is looking for every opportunity to revive himself, and he has never given up. Besides, I don’t know if you have read the news today, the Death Eater appeared in the Quidditch World Cup, and his return may be near."

"Well, even if he can make a comeback, you can leave the UK, or even leave Europe. I don't think they will look for you across the world, even if you hide secrets."

Flotte lowered her head, the nosebleed had stopped temporarily, she folded the handkerchief neatly, put it back into her pocket again, and said: "Since the day (see Death) I have no control over when I die. Yes. Living for 20 years is living, living for ten years is living, and living for five years is also living. Instead of spending the rest of your life in a small place with guilt, it is better to use the rest of your life to play with excitement." Besides, her son Already freed from bondage and going to heaven, she no longer has any worries.

"In the end, aren't you still doing it for Snape? If Snape doesn't join the Order of the Phoenix, I don't think you'd bother to care about these things. I wish the world would become more and more chaotic, and no one would be able to live well. I was transferred to France by you Looking at the business, isn't it just to facilitate the dispatch of medicinal materials needed for war?"

"Don't make your words so romantic." Flotte was a little unhappy at this time, as if someone had seen through her mind, "I have an agreement with him, and I don't want to break my promise, besides, you didn't just hate me before. Are you helping Lucius Malfoy? Why, you are not happy about helping the Order of the Phoenix to store medicine in advance?"

Sibney frowned and shook his head. He wasn't unhappy, but he wanted to live a carefree life with Orion more than here.

"How are you storing the medicinal materials I asked you to store?" Flotte asked suddenly.

"Don't worry, the potion shops here in France are all under my control, and there are also a large number of long-term storage of blood-enhancing potions and healing potions, as well as some basic medicinal materials. But if you want to transfer them to the UK, I'm afraid you need a reason and A partner's signing, and Lucius Malfoy's men have been keeping a close eye on it."

"You've done a good job. It's normal for him to keep an eye on him. After all, I was discovered by St. Mungo's for making false accounts to the Order of the Phoenix, but fortunately, I had the foresight to take advantage of it The Dark Lord’s defeat caused you to be sent to France, no matter how closely he keeps an eye on him, he will miss the opportunity.” When Flotte said these words, her expression was a little smug, “I’ve already found a partner. , I have always understood the truth that if you chew too much, you will not be able to chew it, but this time I have been chewing it for 13 years, and it is time to swallow it."

"It's the method you told me?" Sibney recalled the idea that Flotte had talked to him.

Flote nodded, which was an affirmative answer.

Sibney's expression was more or less surprised, he didn't expect that Flotte was really going to do that: "You need to add money to it yourself, this is a loss-making business, and it may even go bankrupt after a long time! "

"Last time I sent a sum of money for the war, this time I can still afford to pay some money. People can spend as long as they have money. Too much money and people who are too greedy are not good things after all. I have paid a lot for this reason. You will only understand the price." The wry smile on the corner of Flotte's mouth can be regarded as an explanation of all the wrong things she has done for so many years.

Since Flotte was already determined to do this, and Sibney could not influence her thoughts, he simply gave up continuing to persuade her.

"When the time is up, I will send you a letter. When the time comes, you and Orion will create a new identity, and you can run as far as you can. After all, you know a lot of secrets. If you have a knife, you will have the Dark Lord Guaranteed, Lucius might strike at you in disregard of face, don’t say I won’t save you, maybe I will have to silence you before them because of this secret.” The understatement revealed a It was frighteningly cold.

Sibney didn't say anything, just nodded mechanically.

"By the way, there is something I need you to fetch for me..."

……

It was the first plenary meeting of the teachers in the new semester, and it was also the annual meeting of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.As soon as Flotte stepped into the office, her eyes couldn't help finding someone.

Sure enough, the black shadow was still sitting where he usually sat, his face was not as sallow as Flotte thought, and the dark circles under his eyes were not as heavy. It seems that this holiday, he should still be called living, not limited to being alive.

Snape was obviously the quickest to notice Flotte who stepped into the office, his face suddenly turned from usual indifference to livid, when Flott came to his side, it was the only time, Snape did not take out his wand to help Flott conjure a chair.

Flott could feel that Snape's mood was not right, and at the same time knew that the other party deliberately did not help her out of a chair as usual this time.Although conjuring a chair is relatively easy for Flotte who has recovered part of her magic power, she still doesn't want to expose her recovery of mana so quickly, otherwise the brooch that hides magic power on her body will be leucorrhea, so she can only silently He walked aside and pulled an empty chair not far away.

Flotte, who was just about to sit down when she pulled the chair, heard Snape beside her snort coldly and said: "It seems that France is helping the enemy to take care of the children, but you are helping the young lady who is waiting for others to serve you. The problem has been fixed."

The corner of Flotte's mouth couldn't help twitching, you are the eldest lady, and your whole family is the eldest lady!She stared back fiercely, and said sarcastically, "I'm very glad that my little princess can still live healthy and healthy in the world during the holiday without me cooking."

Snape's face became even more ugly, and his joints made a "cracking" sound.

Flotte knew that what she said was probably making someone unhappy, but who told him to say that she was a hypocritical young lady first!For so many years, Flotte had already mastered the unique skill of dealing with Snape, that is, to gag his mouth before he opened his mouth to fight back.

When Snape was about to close his eyes and open his mouth, Flotte took the lead and said, "Hey, you can't wait to talk to me as soon as I come back, why, miss me?"

Snape suddenly felt a feeling of venom pouring into his chest. He just wanted to sneer, but was cut off by Flotte.

"If you don't speak, you will think of me by default."

? ? ?What kind of confidence could make her say such a thing?Snape sneered this time, but he was about to speak sarcastically, but was stopped by Flott's words again.

"Actually, I miss you a lot too." Flotte said these words naturally and affectionately, completely disgusting Snape.Although she had the evil intentions of holding back Snape, the content was quite sincere.

"..." The venom held in his chest turned into a mouthful of old blood Snape.

Hey, Snape is a good guy, but he's too shameless...

The author has something to say:

Flote will never be the kind of heroine who drags others down. Since Snape is determined to fight against the Death Eaters, Flott will naturally help him pave the way.

Let's treat it as a kind of sand sculpture sugar later.

In fact, Lupine should have an assist in Azkaban, but I am inexperienced and cut the outline, leaving only the function of Snape being jealous.As for the fake Moody who will go online soon, I hope his assists will be useful.

Another point is that I found that collecting is a kind of metaphysics. If I still have the opportunity to write another book, I have to record the growth of the collection to see if I can find independent variables and find a one-yuan or multi-variate relationship. Maybe I can To study an indelible law for the author of Jinjiang! (Leave me alone, some blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.)

By the way, I wish you all a Happy Friday!