HP's Wretched

As soon as Flotte's footsteps stopped at the door of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the discussion in the room stopped abruptly, Flotte stopped the urge to push the door in, and a familiar male voice inside thought: "Who is outside? "

"Me." Flotte replied lightly.

"Come in."

After hearing permission, Flotte was willing to open the door and go in.

"Fudge has been settled by you?" Snape cast a rope spell on the person on the chair, then turned to Flott and said.

Flott's eyes were not on Snape, but on the trembling man sitting on the stool in the corner.Thinking of the discussion heard at the door just now, Flott also understood Dumbledore's intention of leaving Snape here alone. It seems that she shouldn't come here...

But if you don't come here at this time, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to avenge yourself...

"It's settled, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have also passed by. I guess they will take Fudge to the school hospital to visit Harry and Moody." Flott walked around Snape slowly, and then pointed The man in the chair said, "Look at it, did you get Veritaserum?"

Snape glanced at the man who wasted his veritaserum while slumped on the chair with a little distaste, and snorted softly, which could be regarded as an answer to Flott's question.

"Seeing the old man really reminds me of some past events." Flotte looked at Barty Crouch Jr. who was sitting on the chair with ill intentions, and the other party also stared back at her fiercely, "By the way , Severus, the sedatives in the school hospital don't seem to be enough."

Flott's sudden mention of this topic made Snape suspicious. He squinted his eyes and looked at Flott, as if he had thought of the other party's intention: "I don't think the sedatives in the school hospital will be insufficient."

Flott took a deep breath helplessly, her tone of pleading could not be heard by anyone except Snape: "Really, what Madam Pomfrey just said, she...needs your stock, really of."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and forgot to look at little Barty Crouch, who seemed to be looking at the dying man, and then said coldly with a hint of reminder: "Look at him first, I'll be back soon, soon!"

This aggravated quickly, and warned Flott that Barty Crouch Jr. was still useful, so don't strike too hard.

Flotte smiled contentedly, watching Snape obediently be dismissed with satisfaction, and let her do some little bad things.

When only Flotte and that little Crouch sitting on the chair were left in the room, Flotte walked slowly around to him, not hiding the malice in his eyes, and smiled very sincerely: "At that time, Dumbledore said that there was an old friend of mine in this room. I still didn't believe it. Looking at it now, it is really strange. Why is the famous young master Crouch not obediently staying in Azkaban? He came out pretending to be a teacher to teach! Let me just say, Moody can’t talk anymore, and he won’t come out disgusting with rumors, but as for you, you are this kind of person.”

Little Barty was sweating profusely because he drank Veritaserum Potion, and he looked extremely pale and weak, but his expression was unspeakably morbidly excited: "I'm so lucky that I don't Get married early, otherwise you will be unlucky enough to meet a poisonous woman like you. Heh, I knew you were not a good person when I attended his wedding. Looking at it now, you can be so stable as a wall, and you are considered amazing. .”

The cursing words of Barty Crouch Jr. did not anger Flott, but even made her laugh: "What I said after drinking Veritaserum Potion is absolutely true. However, I am not as young as Master Crouch said." It's amazing, but it's just forced by life. It's not as brave as you, but it's a pity... tsk tsk tsk." Flotte deliberately smacked her mouth and stared at Crouch with a smirk.

"Holding the inheritance of the Luster family and being a dog at Dumbledore's feet, Dizrael is probably trying to hate you in the spirit of the sky. But you can't scream for two days, Your Highness is back!" Batick Jr. Rauch sneered, he struggled to get up straight, but Naihe was tied up and couldn't move anything except his eyes, so he could only stare at Flotte fiercely, growling like a madman.

Flote was not frightened by this arrogance, she came here to avenge herself, how could she be disgusted by a prisoner.She took another step forward, bent down to get closer to little Crouch on purpose, spoke surprisingly slowly, and said with a soft smile: "It's not something you should think about me being able to scream for a few days, you should think about it now Think about what to do when you enter Azkaban again, after all, our little Mr. Crouch is not protected by his parents."

Obviously, Flotte's words just hit the heart of this "filial son" who just killed his father a few days ago. He struggled crazily, but it was useless, so he could only continue to curse verbally: "Oh, no wonder Diz Back then, Lyle would rather die in someone else's bed than come back and take another look at you, she really is a poisonous woman."

"Poisonous woman? I just scolded you a few times, but there are more poisonous ones in the future." Flotte slowly stood up straight, and began to look around the room, as if looking for something, but saw the place in the room. , couldn't help complaining, "You are a pervert, you even tidy up the house so perverted..."

Little Crouch did not reply to Flott's words, because he now had an extremely ominous premonition.

"Oh, by the way, I've always been curious, where did you find the Dark Lord." Since Veritaserum has the effect, Flotte might as well ask more questions.

Barty Crouch Jr. swallowed, but he still couldn't control the effect of the medicine and said: "Wormtail found it. In the Albanian forest, the Dark Lord was possessed by a snake."

Damn it, it was in Albania!I should have been intensifying the search at that time, not even a single animal should be let go!Flotte thought viciously in her heart, but it was too late to say anything now.

Flotte didn't continue this topic, because she was afraid that asking too many questions might reveal something.Thinking about it, Snape probably wouldn't give herself too much time to make trouble, so she should get to the point now.

Flotte wandered around the house as if walking in the back garden of Hogwarts, looking at the new things in the house while walking.She came to a box full of empty bottles, picked up one and sniffed it, and said, "So what you have in this bottle is not wine, but compound decoction?"

After drinking Veritaserum, Barty Crouch Jr. could only obediently answer: "Yes."

"Oh, it's really disappointing. If it's filled with wine, it would be interesting." Flotte's voice was cold.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Your daily breakfast tea is mixed with the nutritional supplements I prepared for you. No, it should be said that each of us is mixed with this supplement." Yes, it is Flote Imported from France, the box of supplements placed in the factory, she asked the elf to put some in the professor's breakfast every day, including her breakfast. Okay, but the only bad thing is that you can't drink alcohol. But who would drink alcohol in the morning except you. But it's a pity, what you drink is not alcohol. "

"You actually want to kill me... No." Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly thought of something and said, "You actually want to kill Moody! Ha! I thought you were loyal to Dumbledore, and it seems that But so..."

"It's so terrible, I just want you to pay a price. After all, I hate it very much... I hate it very much..." Flotte said hate in her mouth, and then returned to Little Crouch.

She gently took one of Crouch's hands, and murmured in a soft voice: "What a slender hand, how suitable for holding a wand, it's a pity that you will never have another chance after entering Azkaban , then it is useless to keep it..."

Flotte's soft tone gradually became harsher. She held one of Barty Crouch's fingers and began to push it up with all her strength, until there was a click and a horrible scream. At the same time, Flotte let go.

She coldly stared at little Barty Crouch, who was so painful that his veins burst out, and said, "This time, I paid you back for Draco, how dare you turn my godson into a ferret in public, and... And humiliate him so... so humiliating!"

Yes, even though Snape kept the matter a secret, it doesn't mean that Flott would not know, if it wasn't for Moody's identity, she wouldn't dare to attack, and could only secretly use the shady plot that couldn't get on the table. trick.But now... oh!

She, Flotte, has always treated Draco as her own son, and this bastard turned her godson into a ferret in full view and forced him to drill other people's dicks!It's not bad if she didn't skin the old boy raw!

Thinking of this, Flotte even felt that even Barty Crouch's painful cry could not calm her anger. She held another finger and wanted to break it again, but before she could do it, The door was pushed open.

Snape, who entered the door and saw this scene, couldn't help but twitch his right eye. He caught a glimpse of the finger that was already out of place and was about to be out of place. Snape was lucky that Flotte knew the severity of the attack.

Seeing Snape coming in, Flotte could only obediently put down that finger no matter how unhappy she was, and stood aside to make way for Snape.

"Fudge will take him back to Azkaban later." These words seemed to remind Flott.

Flotte shrugged indifferently and said, "They're all in Azkaban, as long as they're alive."

Snape just wanted to speak sarcastically, but seeing the outsiders sitting here, he couldn't get angry, so he could only drive Flott out, so he said sharply, "Get out!"

Flott cut in a low voice, but she didn't refute it, and walked out obediently, but when she turned her head before going out, Flott saw the small golden medicine bottle that Snape took out from his pocket...

……

"How are the people inside?" Flotte, who was waiting at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, asked lazily after seeing Snape coming out of the room.

Snape's face was still a little ugly, but his tone was calm: "I healed my finger, and I've fallen asleep now."

Flott snorted softly and said: "Dumbledore left you alone in the house just to let you gain his trust, so as to pave the way for you to return to the Death Eaters. Since this villain Dumbledore is If it’s not thorough, then I’ll just treat it as thorough. Anyway, breaking one finger is breaking, and two are breaking. If you treat him with two, the bastard might think of you more. I can also vent my anger by the way, you What are you stopping me for?"

Seeing Flott's reluctance, Snape couldn't help sneering: "You break his two fingers today, and tomorrow he can crush your brain if he has a chance, oh, no, I forgot No, you have no brains."

"Even if I don't mess with him, I can have him when he comes out? This kind of person is smaller than me! Didn't Malfoy have a bad mouth back then, which made him unhappy, and now he will take revenge to Germany That's all he can do with Laco." Flotte scolded, "But you paid too much for regaining his trust, right? That bottle just now is a soul stabilizer?"

Snape nodded, but did not speak, as if he was still thinking about something in his mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this kid will stay in Azkaban for only one year, and the Dark Lord has to rescue his loyal servants. After one year, you gave a bottle of good stabilizer, lest he go crazy, even so , This bastard may not miss you when he comes out." Flotte folded her arms around her chest, leaning against the wall and said.

"I don't need him to read anything, as long as he remembers it." Snape's voice was flat, he raised his eyes to look at Flott and said, "How do you know about Draco?"

"There are so many students in Slytherin, and so many people met that day, even if Draco is ashamed to mention it to me, other students will mention it to me sooner or later." Flotte said.But in the end, the medicine didn't work out, it was a mistake that shortened the duration of the compound decoction's effects, otherwise Barty Crouch Jr. wouldn't have to steal Snape's collection, tsk tsk tsk, that's the deal Come on, Flott must not tell Snape about this.

Flott was still thinking about this matter, and Dumbledore came from the other end of the corridor.

Seeing the person coming, Flotte couldn't help asking with concern, "Is Harry okay?"

"Harry's mood has stabilized." Dumbledore replied calmly, then turned his gaze to Snape who was standing aside, "And you, Severus, are you ready?"

Hearing these words, Flott's eyes turned to Snape again. Yes, what should come will always come, but... Flott is very, very clear about what this going means.

This time, it is very likely that you will never come back...

She should have stopped in front of this man and told him not to go, but this kind of blocking has never been successful.

Flott pursed her lips and stared at Snape standing there, every cell in her body was expecting that Snape would give up.

But Snape didn't, he stood upright against the wall, nodded lightly, the persistence on his face no one could shake.

Dumbledore's expression also began to become serious: "Okay, very good, I have opened the Floo in your office for you, so that it is convenient for you to come back."

Snape didn't say anything more, but left the wall and walked towards the end of the corridor.

"Severus." Flott called to Snape, she swallowed back the words she wanted to stop, and instead walked to his side, mustering up a lot of courage to hold his hand and use it Said in an extremely soft but equally firm tone, "I'll wait for you to come back..."

……

When the blackness disappeared at the end of the corridor, Dumbledore walked up to Flott and said, "I believe in Severus, he can do it."

"Well, I believe it too." Flotte replied lightly.

"What about you?" Dumbledore asked, bringing the topic to Flott, "Can I trust you, Flott?"

Flott didn't look at Dumbledore, but still stared at the end of the empty corridor, and said, "I said, you just have to trust Severus, because I will never betray him... "