HP's Wretched

Snape turned around and looked at the person with some surprise, but he returned to his usual indifference for a moment, and said, "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid that sweeping the grave alone will be boring, so I'll come to accompany you." Flotte smiled harmlessly.

Well, in fact, she didn't know why she suddenly thought of it.

Unsurprisingly, Snape glared at Flotte who was running the train with her mouth full, then turned around again and continued to stare at the statue of the family of three in front of him as before, but his mood was much calmer than before.

Flott followed Snape's gaze to the statue in front of her, a man with disheveled hair and glasses, a long-haired woman with a beautiful and kind appearance, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. It is the memorial statue of the Potter family of three.

Flotte withdrew her gaze, took two more steps forward, stood beside Snape completely and said, "You haven't answered me yet. You haven't visited the tombstone for so many years?"

"You tell me why you came here first." A low voice.

Flote curled her lips. She came here mainly because she believed in the evil of the old man Dumbledore. It is better to be honest than the other party found out. In such an atmosphere, Flott confessed that she had purified her entire body in order to restore her mana. Believe it or not, Snape would find an empty tombstone on the spot and bury her, believe it or not, when she was in a hurry.It seems that this moment is definitely not a normal timing!

Flotte found a random reason and replied: "I'm not lying, I did come here to chat with you."

Snape sneered in disbelief, and said in a slightly raised tone: "It's really grateful."

Flott squinted at Snape and said, "Dumbledore asked me to help him translate the documents written in runes, and we chatted about the Triwizard Tournament. I heard that you are very supportive ah."

Snape's gaze gradually shifted from the carved beautiful woman to the baby boy in her arms, and he opened his mouth and said with a sense of heaviness, "Because there is no other way."

"I understand." Flotte answered without hesitation.Snape would not be willing to use the boy he had protected for so long as bait, Flott knew that very well.

After Flotte finished speaking, the two fell silent at the same time.Snape was still staring blankly at the statue of the family of three, while Flott quietly looked at Snape beside him from the corner of his eye. After a while, Flott cleared his throat on purpose , drawing Snape's attention to her, "Answer me, you haven't looked at the tombstone for all these years?"

Snape said flatly, "No."

"why?"

"I killed her, I have no right to see her."

Flott turned her head to look at Snape with complicated eyes, and asked, "If you don't go in, why do you come here every year?"

Snape's face was a little gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "This is what I should do, it's just atonement, there is not so much reason."

Flotte wanted to answer the question and asked: Why is it considered atonement?If you really redeemed it one day, would you let it go completely?

However, Flotte did not ask.

The two of them continued to stand here quietly, and besides the howling cold wind, there was only the sound of fallen leaves rubbing against the ground in the wind.

But this silence was quickly broken by a sneeze from Flotte.

Snape looked at Flott's flimsy clothes with some distaste, threw a warming spell and said, "Let's go back."

Flott was a little embarrassed, the wind at the end of October was indeed a bit colder than she had imagined, but the warming spell Snape cast on her habitually made Flott's heart warmer.

She turned her head to stare at Snape and said, "Are you going back now?"

"If your frail body wants to follow the arrangement of your ineffective brain and experience it in this cold wind, I will definitely not stop you." Snape said sarcastically.

"...No need." The little warmth just now is gone now.

Snape was about to grab Flott's arm to disapparate her, but just as he stretched out his hand, his body froze.He seemed to remember something, narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did you get here?"

Flott blinked innocently, and said, "He came from the fireplace in the principal's office, you know, Dumbledore is very talkative when he asks me for help."

"Then I can understand that some people can go back without my help." Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Flott, "No wonder your useless brain will freeze so much." Thinking about it for a while..."

Snape's words came to an abrupt end inexplicably, his brows were furrowed, and his mouth was also tightly shut.

Flutter noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"

Snape put his left arm behind his back, his body was still standing straight, his brows gradually loosened, and he said calmly as if nothing happened: "It's okay, let's go, go back quickly."

Flott's expression was still suspicious. She knew that something must have happened just now, but it was obvious that Snape was unwilling to say.Flott should continue to question, but she also knew that if Snape didn't want to say it, no matter how much she asked, it would be useless.

Reluctantly, Flotte put her hand on Snape's right hand. Before apparating, Flott took a last look at the statue. The family of three was still standing comfortably in the middle of the square.

……

In the classroom just after class, most of the students started to pack their schoolbags and leave the classroom one after another. Even Flotte, who was standing on the podium, carefully sorted out the lesson plans on the podium, because this is the last class of the day. Normally, Flotte should be the only one left in this classroom, but today, two students didn't pack their schoolbags and got up, but sat there reading.

"Aren't you two in a hurry to have dinner?" Flotte walked off the podium with the lesson plans she had organized, and walked towards the only two students left in the classroom—Hermione and Neville.

The two of them put down the big thick books in their hands and looked up at Flotte. Hermione shrugged and said, "Anyway, the dinner supply is quite long, and there will be time to go later."

"Did you make an appointment with your classmates not to have dinner here?"

Thinking of her other two companions, Hermione's complexion suddenly became not very good: "I don't want to see them at the dinner table at all."

Is this a conflict in the Iron Triangle?

Flott asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"Harry and Ron have been having conflicts recently." Neville answered for Hermione, "They don't speak to each other, the atmosphere...the atmosphere is very tense, and they use us as mouthpieces every day."

If it was Hermione who acted as the mouthpiece between the two of them during meals and classes, then when they returned to the dormitory, it would be Neville who was unlucky, so Neville's reading here was somewhat evasive.

"Because of the Triwizard Tournament?" Flotte guessed the reason without much thought.

Hermione nodded helplessly, she was so tired that she wanted to bury her head in the book at this moment, and she didn't want to go out and face those two angry children who thought she was an owl.

"Actually, I'm also curious as to how Harry put his name in there," Neville said.

Hermione raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, then said, "Maybe he didn't put it in."

"It's possible, but you students shouldn't be curious about this matter." Flotte didn't think that telling these students the truth would have any good impact, "Okay, don't run away here, either. What's the point of reading here when friends have conflicts and don't persuade them to make peace. Remember to close the classroom door when you leave at the end."

"We know, Professor Luster." The two students responded obediently.

Flotte actually wanted to walk away, but her gaze happened to fall on the book in the hands of the two, and she asked casually, "What are you reading?"

"This is the history of the enslavement of house elves." Hermione introduced.

Flotte frowned and didn't ask any more questions, it was obvious that she wasn't interested at all.

"This is the herbal medicine book that Professor Moody gave me." While talking, Neville stood the book upright so that Flott could clearly see the cover of the book.

Flott didn't care what the book was, but was a bit shy about the person who gave it to him: "Professor Moody?"

"Yes, he said that I am quite suitable for studying herbal medicine."

Thinking of that Mad-Eye, Flotte couldn't help but sneered: "I didn't realize that he is a very careful professor, you know, he looks a bit..."

"Scary?" Hermione added naturally, "Yes, he likes to be startled in class, and he's a bit out of control. Speaking of which, I still miss Professor Lupine a lot."

"I also miss Professor Lupine very much." Neville agreed, "Although Professor Moody's lectures are a bit scary, he is quite nice."

Pretty good... The sneer on Flotte's face was a bit stiff, but she couldn't see anything good about Moody...

Facts have proved that when Flotte left the ancient rune classroom and went to the teachers' common room, when she met Moody who was limping but had a terrible anger on his face, Flott was even more sure of who this person was. Not at all.

Flott was glad that Moody didn't see himself around the corner while walking with his face full of anger, but looking at the direction he came from, it seemed to be the destination Flott was going to.Could it be that someone in the teachers' lounge messed with him?

With this curiosity, Flotte walked to the door of the lounge, where there was still the familiar sound of discussion, but the strange thing was that when Flotte naturally pushed the door and entered, the people inside were all quiet , as if the sound was stopped for her.

"Did I interrupt your conversation? I just came in to find something." Flotte smiled and said cautiously, "I just saw Professor Moody come out angrily. What happened?"

Professor McGonagall was about to say something, but was interrupted by Snape who was leaning on the back of the chair and reading the newspaper, with some sarcasm in his tone: "It's nothing, his eye-catcher I'm just not pleasing to the evil eyes."

Snape's explanation was surprisingly reasonable, and it also dispelled Flott's suspicion.

Flotte didn't ask any more questions, walked to her desk, put down the materials, and started to search for the materials she wanted.

At this moment, the knocking sound from the window glass attracted all the attention of the three present.

It was an owl, an owl that Flott knew—the owl of Sibney (the husband of Flott's second sister Orion).

Flutter guessed what it was from, so she deliberately took it off the owl and didn't open it. Instead, she quietly left the lounge with the things she found and the package.

If it wasn't for the reason why Flotte was in a hurry to unpack the package, then she would have noticed that when she had just left the teacher's lounge, the discussions in it rang out again.

Professor McGonagall put down the quill in his hand, turned around and rushed towards Snape again, and asked, "Severus, why didn't you tell Flott what happened to Mr. Malfoy just now?"

Snape didn't put down the newspaper in his hand, nor raised his head to look at McGonagall, but just sat there motionless and said, "Tell her what, tell her that her most beloved godson was turned into a ferret to make a fool of himself in public? Flo It's not that you don't know about the special temperament, I don't think it's a good thing for teachers to be unstable in such a special period."

This high-sounding rhetoric really convinced Professor McGonagall.In fact, what Professor McGonagall didn't know was that Snape's most important reason was that he didn't want to put Flott in the way.With Flott's personality, if she knew about this, she would definitely seek trouble openly and secretly, but after all, the other party was the old Oro they were most afraid of, and it would be detrimental to anyone if they stepped on the tail.So since Moody came looking for him, why did he drag Flotte into this trouble.

Similarly, on the night of Halloween, his unusualness was due to the inexplicable surge of the Dark Mark on his left hand. He always knew that it was a sign that Voldemort had become stronger, but he didn't dare to mention it to Flott...

……

Flotte, who walked out of the common room door, walked lightly towards the office while not forgetting to unpack the package Sibney mailed to him.

As the kraft paper peeled off layer by layer, there was only a small square box and a piece of white letter paper left inside.

On the letter paper it reads:

I brought it back for you, the dose is not much, because the seller asked me to tell you that this thing has a lot of side effects, it will cause great damage to the brain and nerves, and it will cause severe headaches, and you can’t take it too much, otherwise you will be stupid possibility.

Seeing this instruction, Flotte couldn't help sneering, she was as happy to eat this food as she said, there was only one possibility to force her to eat this food: she was going to die...

Flotte cracked open the small black airtight aluminum box with her nails, and there were not many white pills inside, only six pills, if taking three pills at once would work, she would have two chances.However, there is only one life, so giving two chances is really a waste...

The author has something to say:

You can guess what the small pill in Flotte's hand is for, hehehe