HP's Wretched

Today is the most anticipated Halloween for children in a year. Wearing ghost costumes, carrying candy in a small basket, they yelled: Trick or Treat!Wizard children are definitely more terrifying than ordinary Muggle children when it comes to mischief, but no matter how mischievous they are, they know where they can go and where they can't. After all, wizard children's natural ability to perceive danger is not a joke. For example, Buford Manor, which has been dark and uninhabited for many years, is a forbidden place for children. However, what they don't know is that on this special day, the manor is not completely empty...

The entire manor has been abandoned for a long time, and the back garden that used to be full of roses is now replaced by weeds that are half the height of a person. This barren scene is actually quite normal in the eyes of outsiders, after all, the old Bufords are already dead. For many years, one of the three daughters she raised died with the family, and the other went to France for medical treatment according to rumors. The last one was also dead and her husband lived alone.Is there a curse on this family?Everyone would ask this question after learning about this story, so this Buford Manor, which was once envied by everyone, seemed to be rejected by people overnight like a piece of unlucky jewelry full of evil spirits. There is only silence, coldness, darkness and the curse that everyone guessed.

Today is Halloween, other places are bustling with activity, but this place still maintains the same silence for thousands of years, but the difference is that the manor, which is usually so dark that there is not even a light, can now be vaguely seen. From the window of the main hall, a faintly shining purple light can be seen. Is this someone here?

There are indeed people here, but the people here are not here to clean up this dilapidated house...

In the whole house, only the living room was emitting the only purple light. All the furniture in the original room disappeared at this time, and replaced by mirrors that strangely formed a small circle in the center of the room, reflecting Looking at the magic circle emitting dark purple light on the roof, it makes the refracted light appear darker and creepier. There is a person printed in each of the mirrors at the same time. Countless figures are hidden in the mirrors, but the figure is only one person - that Flott who should have appeared in the Hogwarts dining hall to eat the Halloween banquet.

Flotte was sitting cross-legged in the center of the circle surrounded by mirrors at this time, meditating, holding an amethyst in her hand as she had been purified before, but her complexion was not as pale as usual, but at least a little angry, but this time Both the color of the cheeks and the color of the lips are gray and dark, as if the puppet is completely lifeless, sticking to the floor stiffly, and only the sweat beads constantly protruding from the forehead can barely prove that she is still alive .

Although her body was sitting there stiffly like a lifeless puppet, Flotte's consciousness was extraordinarily clear. She could not only perceive a kind of power filling her body, but also feel every beam reflected from the mirror. The pain caused by the light that came out and shot at her was like ten thousand needles.This time the reverse purification of the soul is a hundred times more painful than usual. After all, this is the only chance to pass the critical point. Success is to restore [-]% of the previous magic power. Failure...she can't fail!

Time passed bit by bit, but the unbearable pain that Flote felt did not decrease with the passage of time. Instead, it gradually began to hurt to the point of heart-piercing. Flott could feel her breathing It is getting more and more difficult, and the consciousness is getting more and more lax, and you can even feel that your soul is getting heavier and heavier with the light of the beam, as if it is about to break away from the dying gun and smash into the ground.

She should stop the magic circle now, otherwise she will die of pain or suffocate... No, she can't stop, she has already reached this zero point, if she stops, all previous efforts will be wasted...

But if she doesn't stop, she will die...

Death, it's not that she hasn't died before, if the god of death wants to take her away today, even if she stops, she won't be able to escape, instead of relying on other people's strength to live like a waste, and letting others slaughter her in the coming war like a piece of fat , it's better to blog once!

The pain in her body was constantly tormenting Flote's little sanity. It was clearly a pain that could make people faint, but it inexplicably made Flote's increasingly lax consciousness slowly gather together, and even became clearer and clearer. , so clear that she can gradually feel that her soul no longer resides in the body, but exists in the body.In her spiritual consciousness, she gradually opened her eyes, and the pictures shown in the mirrors around her eyes were no longer reflecting her figure as before, but replaced by the darkest appearance in her memory: her Greed, morbid desire for power, cruelty to kill without blinking an eye, selfishness that makes people extremely disgusting, and Merlin's deadliest punishment for her...

To dissolve the soul in the darkness, you must sew those fragments that only exist in memory and cannot see the sun forever on the soul, because only the past that you cannot change is the darkest and most desperate product.

I don't know how long it has passed, it may not be more than a few seconds for the world, but for Flote it is long enough for her to collapse, painful memories appear in the mirror one by one, and the spell that soaks the soul seems to be supporting Flote's Eyelids forced her to keep looking like this endlessly.Flotte's sanity was almost completely lost, and the only thought she had left was to constantly remind herself: What is the reason for what she is enduring at this moment?

For what?

For the promise she made to that person for more than ten years; for the fact that she can truly pick up what belongs to her in the promise and walk in the war; and even more for the person she is loyal to in the war to get the revenge she expected and victory; of course, this is also for the sake of being able to live a good life again in the next remaining few lives...

The air in front of her seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, and the fear of suffocation rushed into Flott's consciousness along with the pain that still tormented her body. Feedback to her was nothing but dead silence.She was about to suffocate, really suffocated, this was Flotte's last thought when her consciousness was about to disappear.

However, just when life is about to end completely, when consciousness is about to slacken completely, the power that has just poured into the body is now swimming like a pinball in every blood vessel inside the body, and that The heavy soul seemed to gradually reintegrate with the body, followed by Flote's brain becoming clear!The feeling of regaining the air was like a new life to Flotte. She opened her mouth and breathed greedily, not even missing the slightest chance to breathe.

With the reunion of consciousness, Flotte slowly opened her eyes. At this time, the mirrors in front of her eyes had cracked inexplicably, and the amethyst in her hand had already shattered into fine pieces. A few dollars, Flotte, who was awake, was about to pull out her wand and try to cast a complicated spell, but as soon as she moved, there was an inexplicable blackness in front of her eyes, and then her ears began to buzz. Feeling completely crushed, Flotte lay reclined on the floor...

After a long time, Flotte has been lying on the floor to take a nap. She knew that this was a side effect of the reverse purification, but in any case, at least on the surface, her purification should have been successful. .

She propped up her body again and tried to stand up from the floor. Her head was no longer as dizzy as before, but her whole body felt an inexplicable loss of strength, but there was a sense of fullness of magic power in her body that had never been seen in more than ten years. Flotte, who was exhausted at this time, brought up an indescribable excitement.She walked tremblingly to a position not far from the inner window, took out the magic wand that had accompanied her for decades from her mouth again, pointed at the window that was sealed by wood, and shouted that she had been wanting for so many years but A black magic spell incapable of casting: "Shenfeng Wusha!"

The green light ejected from the tip of the staff was like a sharp sword just out of its sheath, and quickly slashed towards the window in front of Flotte. The wooden baffle of the window that was sealed in an instant was smashed and fell to the outside of the house. on the weeds.

A burst of cold wind outside the house easily passed through the window without any obstructions at this time. The coldness mixed with the smell of grass caressed Flotte who had not put down the wand in her hand, and gently blew the scattered air. Broken hair on the shoulders.She finally regained her mana...

But before the joy and excitement in Flotte's heart completely dissipated, a somewhat unfamiliar owl suddenly flew in through the window without a cover, and circled around the roof of the house like a flying elf. After dropping a letter, it flew out cleanly.

Flotte packed up her wand, squinted her eyes and walked to the place where the letter fell, gently picked it up and opened it, the cold wind blowing into the room kept curling the letter paper, Flotte smoothed the letter, and then took With a vigorous wave of the wand, the entire living room was lit up for the first time in more than ten years.

The glare of the light forced Flotte to close her eyes for a moment before opening her eyes to read the letter again. The content of the letter was very concise, with only one sentence: the last batch has been accepted.

It seems that the last batch of potion is received at the right time...

Flotte raised the corners of her lips, slowly raised her wand and shot a fire at the letter paper, and then the fragile letter paper was completely engulfed by the fire.

Very good, she has finished her move in this game of chess, and it's time to start planning the next step, but before planning, some unstable factors have to be formally cleaned up...

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It was the sound of waves beating against the side of the boat again. Flotte liked the sound very much, but she didn't like this place.Although the weather just after Halloween is not that cold, but standing by the beach in the middle of the night waiting for someone, the temperature is definitely not that friendly.In fact, Flotte didn't want to rush these few days, but there was no way, who asked her and Dumbledore to take these few days off for Halloween.

Although it was said that it was not the appointed time, Flotte still couldn't help showing an irritable look on her face. She tightened her coat tightly, and stood here with her arms around her chest impatiently waiting for the appointment. who is coming.Fortunately, the person she was waiting for was also a master who liked to arrive early. Before Flotte waited long, two figures apparated in front of her.

"The two of you arrived a lot earlier than I expected." Flotte raised her head and looked at the two who appeared in front of her with an inexplicable expression. She didn't really want to see them Well, but it doesn't matter, anyway, this may be the last time.

The two people who appeared were a man and a woman. The man stood there very calmly, but the woman seemed extraordinarily excited. She even wanted to take a step forward to get La Flotte's hand, but Flotte took a step back. The movement was interrupted, but she did not put on a disappointed expression, she still looked at Flotte happily and said, "Flote, you are finally willing to see me."

Yes, the woman who spoke was Flott's sister, the second daughter of the Buford family - Orion.And now beside her is her husband, Sibney Brown, with whom she ran away together.

Since more than ten years ago, when Flott decided to let go of some hatred in her heart, she gave the antidote to the Anderson family drug that Snape had deciphered to the unconscious Orion, and used this as a means to demand Booni went to France to help her store the necessary medicines for the return of the Dark Lord, and of course this is where the current batches of medicines came from.It's just that she put it down and put it down, and uses it for use. For more than ten years, Flotte is unwilling to see Orion again, even though the other party has always wanted to see her for so many years.

The expression on Flotte's face has never been so cold as it is now, and even her tone is the same: "I don't think I came to such a hidden seaside to catch up with you, so let's talk about things quickly, don't waste each other's time."

Such a cold tone seemed to dampen Orion's enthusiasm after all. She lowered her head and looked at the sand under her feet. She didn't know what to say for a while, but Sibney spoke for her: "So you What's the matter with coming to us?"

"I think even if you are in France, you should have the habit of following the news of your home country." Flotte said.

Of course Sibney knew what Flotte was referring to. Although the two of them had been in France all these years, they were more sober than those wizards in England who were fooled by the Ministry of Magic: "The Dark Lord is back, I know that. "

Flotte nodded symbolically, and continued: "I think you should remember my promise to you once, I said that I will let you two go free when you help me finish what I should do, now The potion has also been shipped, and my shares in the potion industry have already negotiated with Minister Fudge to resell. He will definitely send someone to take over the investigation of the French matter, and Lucius, who is furious, may not be able to take you, so According to the agreement, you two can leave here away from these troubles."

"What about you, Flotte, won't you come with us?" Orion raised his head and asked urgently.

Flotte raised the corners of her lips for a sneer, and replied: "Interesting, now I'm starting to think about me. When I eloped, why didn't I remember to write a letter and send it back to ask your little sister if she is marrying the one you abandoned?" Are you doing well after the lunatic?"

"I……"

Flotte couldn't understand Orion's current expression: "You don't need to look sorry to try to get my forgiveness, to be honest, if I were you, I might elope like you , escape here for love and future, throw the trouble to another person, and even I will do it even more ruthlessly, so I understand your behavior, but understanding does not mean forgiveness, there is no way, people who have experienced these are after all Me, I'm such a petite, forgive you, I really can't do it."

"But it doesn't matter whether you forgive me or not, you shouldn't stay here anymore. It's not like you haven't seen the scene outside the first war initiated by the Dark Lord..."

Before Orion could finish his dissuading words, Sibney interrupted: "I know you're doing it for our own good, but we can't leave now."

They can't leave now, because he has promised someone to...

"This ending is really beyond my expectation, may I ask why?"

"I can't tell you why." Sibney wanted to keep the man a secret.

This sentence made Flotte laugh again: "Oh, it seems that my second-hand preparation was not in vain."

As soon as Flotte finished speaking, a red light suddenly shot out from the air beside her, hitting Sibney and his wife...

The author has something to say:

I’m finally home from vacation, sorry for the delay for so long recently, I will try my best to update daily in the past few days (see if I can last for a few days, the dog’s head will save my life)