HP's Wretched

When Snape opened his eyes again, the fatigue and soreness in his body had subsided a lot, but just as he was about to sit up, Flotte's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Are you awake?" Flotte stood at the door of the back room, seeing Snape struggling to sit up, she hurriedly stepped forward to stop him from getting up, "Does your injury still hurt?"

Snape turned his head, apparently not expecting that Flott was still in his room, so instead of answering Flott directly, he said in a displeased tone, "You didn't go back to rest?"

"I've gone back." Someone who opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I came here with a make-up on the way back." The evidence is unassailable.

Snape squinted his eyes and glanced up and down. It was true that he had washed and put on makeup, but he always felt that something was weird, so the suspicion on his face still didn't fade away.

Feeling that Snape's eyes were still on her, Flotte quickly changed the subject: "Does the injury still hurt?"

Snape moved his knuckles, shook his head and said, "It's all right."

"It's fine, the Dark Lord yesterday..."

"The Dark Lord believed me, otherwise I wouldn't have come back alive, but the punishment for being late is unavoidable," Snape said.

Flott could feel that Snape didn't seem to want to mention what happened last night to her, so she didn't ask any more, but said: "It's getting late, I'll ask the elf to bring you breakfast first, You should also get up and take a shower."

After speaking, Flotte was about to turn around and leave.

"and many more."

"What's the matter?" Flott turned around and waited for Snape's next words.

Snape's usually indifferent face showed a few more twists, and his tone was as silky as usual, but also a little more serious: "Last night, thank you for taking care of me."

She still has a conscience, and she knows how to say thank you. Last night's tossing was not in vain, Flotte murmured in her heart.But just when Flotte raised her head happily and wanted to reply him, Snape's next sentence gave her heart a chill.

"However, if this happens again next time, you can hand me over to Dumbledore, there is no need to take care of me yourself, after all..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Flott's sneer: "Don't worry, there will be no next time."

Dead Bat, hold your cauldron and die!

This time, Flotte left the back room neatly, not even bothering to stare at Snape again.

Hearing the sound of high heels knocking on the floor gradually moved away from his bedroom, Snape realized something was wrong in his heart. Why does this tone sound so unhappy? Could it be that he said something wrong?But he didn't finish the second half of the sentence.

He wanted to say in the second half of the sentence: After all, I don't want to implicate you... But it doesn't matter, anyway, the goal has been achieved.But Flotte's willingness to agree caused Snape to feel inexplicably disappointed.

……

By the time Snape finished washing and walked out of the bedroom door, Flotte was already sitting at the table having breakfast?

Snape frowned as he looked at the breakfast that was delivered today, pointed to his own and asked, "Why is this thing here?"

Flotte seemed to be still angry, she put the milk in her hand on the table, and said angrily: "Bread and oatmeal are normal on the dinner table, why, this hurt your head? I don't even know this .”

Snape's facial muscles twitched and he said, "I know what it is, but I never eat oatmeal."

After speaking, he walked towards the cabinet behind him, and skillfully opened the first hanging cabinet on the right, but it was empty inside.

Snape turned around, folded his arms across his chest, and squinted at the suspect at the table: "Where's my coffee and tea?"

Flott didn't pay attention to Snape's angry gaze at all, but gracefully picked up the bread and took a bite and said, "It's hidden, your injury is just right, so stop coffee and strong tea first."

"Where is it hidden?" Snape's habit of drinking coffee in the morning was comparable to that of Flott who always put on makeup when going out.

"Hiding in a place that you will never find." Flotte just liked to see Snape's deflated look. The melancholy that was exasperated by the dead wood just now was healed by this helpless look. "Be good and don't drink for a week, and I'll pay you back when the injury is completely healed."

Snape was about to open his mouth to retort, but as if he suddenly thought of something, he swallowed back the refusal that was about to come out, raised his eyebrows instead, and sat back at the table with a calm expression.

Flott didn't even raise her eyes, she knew what Snape was thinking, so she spoke directly and confiscated Snape's last life-saving straw: "Don't even think about asking the elf to give you Send, I have already greeted them all, saying that you have a headache recently and cannot drink coffee and strong tea, so you can drink oatmeal or fruit juice obediently these days."

Snape, who was poked in the center of his mind by Flotte, felt his body hurt again at this time, but this time it was not because of the injury, but because of the liver pain from anger!Snape picked up the bread angrily, and sarcastically said in a low voice: "Flott, are you planning to go to St. Mungo's to compete with others for a job? You know what to eat and what not to eat better than the doctor The family is cleared."

"That's because you lack common sense." Flott gave Snape a sideways look, and then continued, "There is such a big gash in the back, because everyone knows that you can't drink such irritating things as coffee, besides, it's big Coffee in the morning is bad for your stomach, and if you mutter one more word, you'll never see your pots of coffee."

"You said I got a cut on my back yesterday?" Snape directly ignored Flott's naive threat, but grasped an important point.

Flott didn't know what Snape meant by mentioning this matter, but she always felt that she had missed something very important, so she hesitated for a while, but since she just said it herself, this I can only nod for a while.

Snape put down the bread in his hands, picked up his table cloth and wiped his hands, then looked at Flott's right hand holding the milk cup, and asked, "There is no potion that can heal a wound overnight. Healing, except with the aid of the healing spell. Flott, your mana is not enough to support the healing spell, so how did you heal the wound on my back last night?"

How could she forget about Merlin's beard!Well now, there was some explanation this morning.

Flotte, whose tail was being trampled, pretended to be calm. After all, if Snape saw that she was guilty, then her reverse purification of the soul would most likely be exposed.Flotte unhurriedly put on an innocent expression, and said, "Of course the magic circle is effective, and some spells have been recovered. Why, isn't it a surprise?"

"But why have I never heard you mention it?" Snape was still holding onto it.

"You go around the crucible every day, what can you know." Flotte changed the subject, "Hurry up and eat, if you don't eat, it will be cold."

Snape still felt that this was wrong. Based on what he knew about Flott, if such a thing had a chance of success, no matter where he was in the remotest corners of the world, Flott would definitely rush to his side to celebrate, but this time it turned out to be To be sneaky, that only shows that the method of recovery is definitely not the same as before, and the new method is definitely more or less dangerous, otherwise Flote will not keep silent.

Flott knew that Snape's suspicion had not been dispelled, so she thought of a way to divert Snape's attention away, and her eyes gradually fell on the milk glass on the edge of the table. When Nepe stared at the oatmeal for a moment, Flotte hooked her little finger and took the milk glass off the table.

"Oh." Flotte pretended to scream, and then stared at the milk stains on her body with aggrieved face.

Snape sighed imperceptibly, then pulled out his wand, and habitually cleaned it up for Flott, not forgetting his disgust: "I will never forget my identity as a troublemaker, Really dedicated."

Although the milk stains on the robe were gone, Flotte still had an expression of disgust on her face, and she was still muttering: "It seems that I have to go back and change my clothes, I don't want to go out with a smell of milk. .”

After chanting this sentence, regardless of Snape's upcoming sarcasm, he directly stuffed the remaining bread into his mouth, and then snatched the tablecloth in front of Snape's eyes to wipe his hands and mouth, but was about to stand up , but was stopped by Snape's next sentence.

"You didn't go back at all last night, did you?"

"Ah?" Flotte obviously hadn't reacted yet, "I... went back, you think I'm so willing to guard you all night."

"But you have the time to put on makeup but don't have time to change your clothes? The clothes you are wearing are still the ones from last night. I don't know who is hypocritical and feels uncomfortable every day without changing clothes." Snape grabbed The other party's small loopholes, can't help revealing a look of pride, "It's a bit of a lie to deceive people. It's very boring to make up a lie that looks like a first-year Gryffindor."

"...I think your injury is completely healed, and you have the experience to observe this matter." Flott squinted at Snape, then threw the tablecloth on the table, got up and said, "I'm too idle , why don't you go back to rest and stay here for the whole night, that's all right. You can't tell when you ask you to buy a new dress, but your eyes are sharp enough for this matter. It's strange to say, you're afraid Selective blindness."

She must have not had a good rest last night, the magic has come back partly, is it so difficult to use the transfiguration spell to change the clothes and trick this dead bat?She didn't even think about such a big loophole, really... But she has successfully changed the subject by not paying attention to her mana recovery, but let's run away quickly, so that this person will not react.

Flott ignored Snape's reaction, left the dining table and walked towards the door of the office, saying, "I still have classes later, I'll go back and change my clothes first, remember to rest after eating."

"Thank you..." Snape, who was sitting on the table behind him, said in a low voice.

Flotte paused slightly, but quickly returned to normal. She didn't turn her head, but just hummed slightly as a reply.Cut, dead bat, will say such a sentence...

……

Snape stood in front of the gargoyle at the door of the principal's office, but he couldn't help but think of what happened last night...

"You're here. I thought you'd left us forever, Severus." These were the first words Snape heard after Apparating to the ground.

Snape half-kneeled on the lawn, looking up at the long-lost figure standing in front of the tombstone.The once black hair and handsome face no longer existed, replaced by a pale and frightening head like a basilisk staring at the tombstone.Snape clenched his hands tightly, trying to calm down his tense mood, life and death depended on the present: "I never thought of leaving you, I have been waiting for your return, master."

"Really?" The snake-like head turned around, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes staring angrily at Snape who was kneeling on the ground, and he uttered a spell without hesitation in a hoarse voice, "Pierce the heart !"

Accompanied by a familiar piercing pain, Snape instantly felt that his chest was about to explode. He held his chest and took a deep breath, even shouting to force himself not to pass out from the pain, but his body After all, the reaction was not easy to control, and he still collapsed on the ground in the end, but fortunately, his consciousness was still awake, and he was waiting for the real trial that he would face next.

Voldemort walked up to the collapsed Snape, looked down, and at the same time said slowly: "I'm sorry that I accidentally killed that Muggle woman, but there is no way, she blocked my way, I can only get rid of it." Losing her, I thought you wouldn't care, Severus, but I heard that you have defected to Dumbledore in the past few years and have done a good job under his hands, so, what is it that makes you think again? Going back here, Severus?"

Clutching his chest, Snape forced himself to take a deep breath, and then tried his best to explain: "Master, I didn't defect, but I have been undercover by Dumbledore's side according to your request, and after so many years, I have already Gained his trust completely."

"Oh? Follow my orders and gain Dumbledore's trust..." Voldemort walked slowly around Snape, "You are indeed working hard to gain Dumbledore's trust. Three years ago I parasitized in You can see it from Quirrell, but is it for me or yourself that you gained his trust? I think the latter is more likely. After all, I heard that you relied on Dumbledore back then. out of prison."

"That's just a plan I have to make to wait for your return, my master. I stick to Dumbledore's side and everything is for you. If I am not loyal to you, how can I risk being suspected by you today?" The danger is back to you, not to mention how dare I lie to you with your superb instigmatism?"

"That's really a good thing to say." Voldemort let out a treacherous smile, "Then... Legilimency!"

Snape has been waiting for this Dementor for a full 13 years, and today, now, he will throw away all the disguises he has made for his return all these years, and take this ruthless star that he has been manufacturing for 13 years. Throwing it in front of Voldemort ruthlessly, the success or failure of tonight will be decided in one fell swoop.

As the snake-like magical perception shuttled flexibly in Snape's mind, he threw out all the pictures that had been planned over the years, his dislike of Hogwarts, his dislike of Dumbledore, his dislike of the other three... The loathing of the college and the alienation and torture of Harry Potter these years were all placed before Voldemort's eyes. He used countless pictures to prove his false loyalty to Voldemort.

Voldemort withdrew the wand in his hand, but the cruelty and cunning in his eyes never dissipated. He looked at the fallen man indifferently and said, "So you look down on Quirrell so much."

"Master, I just thought that Quirrell was an overreaching, mediocre and greedy wizard. If I knew that you instructed him, I would definitely do my best to help you get the Philosopher's Stone." Snape's voice Trembling slightly, he knew Voldemort hadn't fully believed him yet.

"It's always easier said than done, Severus, do you know what I admired most about you?"

Snape didn't speak, but tried to sit up.

"What I admire most about you is that you have done far more than what you said. Maybe after staying under Dumbledore for a long time, you have become less... as useful as before."

A person of no use value is like a dead body to Voldemort. Snape knew that his current situation was not optimistic, but he continued to plead without giving up: "Master, if you give me another chance, I will definitely ask you You proved my worth."

"I do need a good spy, so Severus, can you fill this position?" Voldemort hissed.

"I will definitely find out the secret you want."

"Okay..." Voldemort said with a smile, but his expression suddenly became serious in an instant, and he raised his wand and shouted together, "Piercing!"

"Remember Severus, if you betray me, you will suffer a hundred times more than today..."