HP's Wretched

Another year of graduation, another change of old and new.

The students in the seventh grade have already passed the last grade test, and today is their last day at school, but the students in other grades have to take another month of classes.

Flotte sat on the dining table bored, looking at the empty seats beside her, Narcissa was too lazy to get down, and wanted to bring her food.Flotte sighed and took a sip of orange juice to relieve her depressed mood.

People carrying luggage passed the hall in an endless stream, and everyone's face was full of excitement. Of course, there was also a small emotion of reluctance.The future of these students who are about to graduate is full of unknowns, and their final outcome is also difficult to predict.

Flotte rested her chin on one hand and held the spoon in her mouth with the other. It was rare for her to worry about her future, because she knew that her future was never in her own hands, and would always be in her hands. Others are in control.

The melodious female voice of "Flote" rang in Flote's ears, she hurriedly collected her thoughts, and turned her head to look at the person next to her.

"Orien!" Flotte, who had just come back from her daze, seemed to have not calmed down, but she saw the luggage in Orien's hand from the corner of her eye, "What are you doing with the luggage? Dad, didn't you say that the boy will be sent tomorrow?" Will the elves clean it up for you?"

"No, I'm leaving tonight."

Flotte tilted her head in doubt, waiting for Orion to explain.

"Father told me to go home one day earlier. There is something wrong with our store."

Flotte didn't want to ask too much about the situation. Old Buford was never willing to let herself intervene in her shop, but she was used to it.Flote nodded, but there was always an unspeakable weirdness in her heart.

Seeing that Flotte didn't want to ask any more questions, Orion seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and put the box on the empty space next to her. She laid the box horizontally, pulled out a drawer-style interlayer from the middle, and reached out to When digging out the things inside, the wooden interlayer seemed to have no bottom, and Orion had almost stretched his hand inside before reaching for the things he wanted to take.

"what is this?"

Orion handed the bag he had just taken out to Flott, and after finishing the suitcase, he spoke: "There are some ancient books, some valuable potions and potion ingredients, and some golden dragons, you Take it!"

Flotte opened the small cloth bag that had just been placed on her lap. The small cloth bag was also cast with a stretching spell. Judging by the light coming through the bag opening, there were many fragments of ancient books and a small leather case. It must have been a potion.But these are good things Orion has collected for a long time, why are they willing to give them all to her?The ominous premonition came back to my heart just now.

Flotte tightened the strap on the bag before raising her head to meet Orion's eyes, waiting for her to say something.

Orion didn't speak in a hurry. Although she could understand the confusion in Flotte's eyes, there was no need to explain anything.Her slightly peaceful eyes looked at Orien, and it seemed that it took a while before she slowly explained: "I'm about to graduate soon, and I'm going to run the business with my father when I get home." She paused, It seemed that he was missing something, and his expression was a little helpless and reluctant, "You have grown up too, I don't need these things anymore, it is the best for you."

"But, you can give it to me after I'm on vacation, so why be in such a hurry." Orion stretched out his hand and pinched Flotte's face, it was still as soft and sticky as before, but the facial features on this face were different. It's grown, and it looks much better than when I was a child. "It's not for you. You don't have to take it from home to school. Wouldn't it be convenient to put it directly in school?"

Flotte didn't respond to her words, but felt in her heart that Orion's behavior was extremely strange, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Flotte didn't nod, didn't move, and let Orion look at herself, while she He was also watching Orion, trying to see some flaws in her every move.

Orion put down his hand, and smiled at Flotte, "I'm leaving first, Sinick (the name of the elf in Buford's family) is still waiting for me, take good care of yourself, don't hold on when you are sick, and more Don't drink medicine blindly, remember to find Madam Pomfrey."

Flotte was still a little dazed, but she nodded her head in response. Orion smiled when she saw Flotte's welcome, but there was something shining in those blue eyes. Could it be tears?However, Flotte did not observe this detail, and just waved to her sister who had gone far away, saying goodbye.

Perhaps it was only later that Flotte knew that this was the last conversation Orion had with her and the last time she waved goodbye. In the years to come, she would never forget this day.

It was night, and Flotte was lying flat on the soft bed, staring at the green bed curtain above her head, unable to fall asleep for a long time, thinking about today's abnormality in her mind.This old Buford was looking for her so urgently because of something, he was not willing to wait for a day.Normally, this little elf would definitely come over to say hello to me when she came to pick someone up and go home. Why didn't she come to see me today? Could it be that it didn't come at all?That sister... No!She might be lying to me, she didn't go home at all, but where could she go if she didn't go home?Could it be that she...

Flotte was a little reluctant to think about it, but her sixth sense told her that what she thought was right.Flotte shook her head, she didn't dare to think anymore, she closed her eyes and wanted to sleep, but she still couldn't sleep all night.

In the morning, Flotte packed her schoolbag and was ready to go to class with the exhaustion of not sleeping all night. She wanted to go to the classroom early to preview the experiment to be done this morning, but she was called out.

"Flot, your father is looking for you at the door."

my father?All of the doubts that were raised last night were confirmed by the arrival of Old Buford. It seems that Orion did not come home last night.When Old Buford saw that his good daughter was missing, he should be furious, Flotte thought with some malicious intentions.

Flotte opened the door of the lounge, and what came to her was the slight smell of herbs on her father's body. The owner of the smell of herbs was standing not far away, waiting for her to pass. He was wearing a straight suit, leaning on a sandalwood A wooden crutch with strange totems carved on it. His thick gray eyebrows were all screwed together now. His brown eyes were fixed on Flotte who was walking towards him. He didn't ask any more questions, but He turned around and walked to the side road.

The Slytherin lounge was originally built in the underground of the school. There are various branches underground, leading to different places, and it is extremely secretive. Flott saw Old Buford walking to the side, so she had to follow without making a sound, until He stopped at the end of a road. At the end of this road was a dilapidated classroom. The door was still ajar. It was unknown if there was anyone inside.

Seeing that Old Buford had stopped and turned to face herself, Flotte quickly came to him with small steps, and asked with a smirk, "Father, what do you want me to do?"

Old Buford looked at Flotte, without saying a word, directly raised his hand to cover Phinea's slightly pale face, and a red handprint was branded there.

Flotte resisted the urge to touch that part of her face with her hands, allowing the burning pain on her face to spread around.I couldn't help thinking viciously in my heart: Sure enough, he was out of breath and took it out on me.

Seeing Flotte let go of that cheap smirk, lowering her head and no longer looking at herself, the anger in Old Buford's heart subsided a little, but it was not enough: "Where's Orion?"

"Didn't she go home? She told me yesterday that she was going home with Sinick."

"Go home? Huh?" Old Buford sneered fiercely, and his expression became ferocious. "Then dear daughter, tell me what this is!" sheet of paper.

Flotte picked up the piece of paper thrown out by old Buford, she knew it was a farewell letter without looking at it, but she never thought that her good sister could say such a shameful thing about elopement with a Muggle in such a righteous way. Stupid as hell.Flotte calmed down and said, "I don't know about her elopement."

"Then what do you mean, do you know that she is in love with a Muggle?"

"She didn't tell me about it, I..."

Before Flott finished speaking, Old Buford raised his hand and slapped her again. This time, the force was terrible, and Flott was staggered a little. It seems that this time his face will definitely It's swollen.

"Oh, wouldn't you know if she didn't tell you? I think you, little bitch, are eager to shame the family. I really raised a group of good daughters! A married woman who turned her head to face her father, and a woman who followed her A Muggle elopes, and the remaining one hides this kind of thing, trying to ruin the reputation of the whole family. Are you bitches worthy of my upbringing all these years!"

Flotte didn't say anything more, just stood there, neither raising her head nor responding.

"I can't move the eldest daughter, and I can't catch the second daughter. You are the only one left." Old Buford raised his eyebrows and looked at Flotte who was standing beside him. "It's up to you to fill the holes they dug."

Flotte raised her head to look at Old Buford, showing a terrified and puzzled expression for the first time, what did he mean by this sentence!

"Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Narcissa didn't know when she came over, she seemed to have been standing at the intersection for a long time.

"Oh, Miss Black, I just want to have a few words with Flott." Old Buford pulled out a stiff smile, and looked at Miss Black who was standing not far away with disdain and suspicion on her face.

Narcissa wanted to sneer when she heard what he said, talk?How do you explain the slap marks on Florette's face?Narcissa didn't try to break through his words, but just stood there with a smile on her face. After all, the other party was her family's business partner, so she still had to give her face.

Old Buford straightened his back and resumed his previous calm tone, "You prepare for two days first, after two days I will ask your principal for leave and take you back for a few days." He turned around and left, and when he came to the intersection, he nodded to Narcissa and left.

"are you OK?"

Flotte shook her head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you, Narcissa."

Narcissa smiled gently, and didn't intend to answer her words, but just touched Flote's swollen cheek with her hand, even if it was just a light touch, Flotte shrank in pain.