HP's Wretched

"Minister, I have already investigated what you asked me to investigate."

In the minister's office at the highest level of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge leaned on the minister's chair with his legs crossed, the fat and creases on his face were piled up like this, and his narrow eyes were staring at the subordinate who reported the situation.

"There's something wrong with a Muggle pharmaceutical company you asked me to check."

Fudge didn't seem surprised by this answer. He had a hunch early on that that woman was definitely not a good person, but he preferred crossing rivers and tearing down bridges. Since someone was rushing to give him money, why would Fudge refuse to accept it? ?It's just that the money was collected, the things were taken, and the warning was given, but that Mrs. Luster still wanted to play him like a monkey, so this is a toast and no fine wine, and there is no need for him to stop drinking. Save face.

"Although the establishment documents and company registration documents of the Muggle pharmaceutical company can't find any flaws, there seems to be something wrong with the date."

"What's the problem?"

"The registration time of the company is indeed not short, but the purchase time on the contract of this factory is not very long, that is to say, the company was registered very early, but the actual production place has not been recorded until the last few years. The location of the factory is entered in the registration contract."

Fudge tapped the table lightly with his fingers, thinking in his mind whether this evidence could completely make him stand: "Are there any other flaws?"

"Everything else is done in a reasonable manner, without any flaws or inappropriateness."

Although this evidence is not sufficient, Fudge actually does not need so much evidence, because he only needs to prove one thing, that is, Flote Luster is definitely using him.And then, it's time to catch what's going on. He wants to see what this greedy and black-hearted woman is doing. Of course, it's best to have something to do with the entire Order of the Phoenix.

However, Fudge's plan was really good, but unfortunately everything came too late, because at the same time, the incident that completely pulled Fudge down was happening at Hogwarts...

……

"What's the matter?" Seeing Snape striding aggressively in the corridor, Flotte hurried forward to ask.

Snape's expression at this time can be said to be extraordinarily serious. When he was explaining to Flott, he didn't intend to stop: "Umbridge called me over just now, and wanted me to bring her A dose of Veritaserum, she wanted to torture Potter, but she was about to fool her, but Potter suddenly said: Padfoot is in danger, saying he was caught in a hidden place."

"Padfoot?" Flotte felt a little familiar with this nickname, but couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Cirius Black, he's Padfoot," Snape explained.

"Is Sirius Black in danger? How did Harry know."

"I'm afraid it's that so-called telepathy again, it's really stupid." Snape sarcastically said, "I'm going back to the office now to see if I can contact Sirius with the fireplace, I hope this jumping up and down will never be quiet Stupid dog, you can stay in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix obediently today."

"Do you need me to do anything for you? Do you want me to contact them with you?" Flotte asked.

Hearing this question, Snape's footsteps stopped instantly. He didn't want Flotte to be involved in this matter, because there was always a strong premonition telling him that something big might happen today: "You Don't come with me, just go to Umbridge's office and look after her and those children, and they will go find you after I finish contacting them."

"it is good."

……

"Oh, Merlin's stockings, what's the matter!" screamed Flotte.

Flott originally thought that she would engage in a war of words when she came to Umbridge's office to protect the children from harm, but when she came here, the door of the office did not look like Flott's. It was closed as imagined, but it was wide open instead, and the scene inside was something Flotte had never imagined - only a few students were being glued by the sticky pink bubble gum with strawberry fragrance. Together, a few of them even stuck to the wall, and several of them even stuck to their faces, even blocking their sight and sealing their mouths.

This scene made Flott want to ask, could Umbridge really be a pink bubble gum?

"Professor Luster, those bastards in Gryffindor did it. They stuck us with prank bubble gum and then ran away!" This was one of the few students who didn't have bubble gum on their faces.

"And what about them? Umbridge!" Flott felt that she hadn't spoken so shrillly in years.

"Professor Umbridge was led away by Potter and Know-it-all, saying that there is Dumbledore's secret weapon in Hogwarts!"

"Secret weapon? What the hell, what about the others?"

"Ran……"

"Where did you run to?"

"I didn't see it." The girl was about to cry in fright from Flotte's voice.

Flotte has never hated Hogwarts so much, it is so big, and it is accessible in all directions, so how can she chase after it!

correct!She can ask the hanging portrait!

But when Flotte looked up, the portraits of principals of different generations hanging in the office were replaced by a pile of pink plates with different mimes, and the cats on the plates were staring at Fulotte. Look at Lott!

"Son of the bitch! Umbridge, you perverted old woman, what's the use of hanging so many cats that can only meow!" Flotte finally let out the fire that was simmering in her heart, she hadn't swearing for a long time up.

Just when Flotte wanted to force herself to calm down, a student who had been sticking to the wall behind her suddenly hummed a word: "Godmother..."

Hearing the familiar call, Flotte turned her head quickly. Sure enough, her godson Draco Malfoy was stuck to the wall in a strange posture, and the bubble gum stuck to his mouth seemed to be broken free by him. After a while, Flotte was called.

"Oh, Merlin!" Flotte thanked Merlin again, "Little Dragon, why are you stuck here?"

Draco originally wanted to explain, but the bubble gum sticking to his mouth was only torn open a small crack, so the whole sentence and string of explanations turned into a humming of unknown meaning.

Flotte habitually wanted to draw out her wand, but fortunately she stopped it!Movement, she must not let anyone know about her recovery of magic power: "Don't move around, be careful to tear your skin!"

Just as Flotte stepped forward to help Draco get off the wall, a deep voice sounded from the door: "Merlin's beard."

This was the first time Flott had known Snape for so many years, and it was the first time he had heard him express his gratitude to Merlin. It seemed that Flott was definitely not the only one who found this shocking and disgusting scene.

"Is this bubble gum?" Snape's voice sounded like a volcano about to erupt.

"Yes, Professor Snape." The few girls who could speak were really crying this time.

"Umbridge and Gryffindor..."

Before Snape could finish asking Flott, he replied directly: "Umbridge was sent away by Potter and Granger. As for the other children, they didn't keep an eye on them, and they don't know where they are now. .”

"Is this the student inspection team arranged by Umbridge? The useless ones can't even look at a few people, and then they are stuck in bubblegum like this. It's really uncomfortable that most of them are from Slytherin House Students, look at yourselves now! Your class is definitely the worst decision ever made by the Sorting House!" Snape felt that he could explode at this moment to show them, "Next Monday, [-] yuan per person Hand over the written review to my office, and I sincerely hope that you will remember this lesson."

Hearing the [-]-word self-criticism, everyone present panicked, and one even prepared to confess the culprit in order to avoid this punishment: "Professor Snape, it's all because of..."

"I'm not interested in hearing you blaming each other! Everyone go to the infirmary now, I think Madam Pomfrey is willing to give you a new skin, now! Immediately! Immediately!" Snape pointed at the office door, his tone Without questioning, "Mr. Gore, if you don't want to become bald, just put your hands down and stop pulling the bubble gum on your head!"

Gore, who was named, immediately put down his hand and obediently stopped moving.

After waiting for the group of students with pink bubbles all over their bodies to line up and leave the office door to be looked at by everyone, Flott and Snape were left in the room.

"Is Blake at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Snape nodded, this is the only thing he can be thankful for today, that is, Black was not taken out for a "walk".Snape turned his head and glanced at the fireplace in the principal's office, and then said to Flott: "I suspect that those students who are afraid of chaos in the world may really fall into the trap of the Death Eaters, I have to go to the Order of the Phoenix now." Headquarters."

"Okay, then I will immediately notify the deans of the other three colleges and ask them to send someone to find out if these children have really left the school."

"Well, and let Minerva quickly find a way to inform Albus. I feel that today's incident is probably what the Dark Lord has been planning."

Inform Dumbledore?Flotte was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Can Minerva contact Principal Dumbledore?"

"It's impossible for him to really let go of the school, so Minerva will definitely be able to contact him if there is any important matter."

Flote nodded understandingly: "I see."

Just as Snape was about to get into the fireplace in the headmaster's office, Flott's voice came from behind: "Severus, be careful."

……

This scene again—Flott sitting on the sofa in the potions office, listening to the clock ticking, staring at the fireplace waiting for the fire to flicker.

In the evening, Flotte learned from Professor McGonagall that the children were rescued by members of the Order of the Phoenix and were recovering from their injuries at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. The return of Nep.Flott understood that saving the children would mean the Death Eaters' failure, and failure would mean the feast of punishment that would follow tonight.

Whoever said that after experiencing it will get used to it. Flotte had obviously experienced waiting for Snape to return safely from the Death Eaters meeting. She thought that this time her heart would not be as painful as last time, but She was wrong, the waiting was always more torturous than the last.

This time the fire in the fireplace flickered much later than the last time, but Flotte rushed over to help the person faster than last time, that was almost the same time as the fire flickered. , and it was precisely because of this support that Snape didn't completely lose his strength and fell down. Instead, he was hugged by Flotte's waist and knelt on the ground with one leg.

"Thanks Merlin, you're back." These were the first words that rang in Snape's ears. Although the voice was trembling, it was extremely pleasant to Snape's ears.

"Flott, you should be sleeping in your office now, not here..." Snape's voice was weak, but he still condemned Flott's behavior of waiting for him with all his strength, although In fact, he was very grateful to Flotte for waiting.

Hearing such a sentence of condemnation, even though she knew that the other party was duplicity and caring about her in essence, the excitement in Flotte's heart suddenly decreased a lot. She straightened her head resting on Snape's shoulder, then squinted her eyes and straightened her eyes. Looking at Snape, he gritted his teeth and said, "Severus Snape, you should be glad that I'm here waiting for you!"

Although she was more glad that Snape was sober today, because it could prove that today's torture was much better than last time.

Although Flott's tone of voice was vicious, but because the two were so close at this moment, Snape could clearly see Flott's red eye sockets.

At this time, Flotte also suddenly realized that the two people's actions were a little too ambiguous or even too intimate, so she hurriedly withdrew her body back, ensuring that she could stop Snape's body and not get so close.Flott stopped looking into Snape's eyes, but checked Snape's body up and down for any obvious trauma.

"Hold me up, and I'll help you up." Flotte put Snape's arm on her shoulders, and then supported Snape up with strength, "I'll take you to the bed right away, and then give you Feed the medicine to heal the wound, you persevere."

"Flott, you don't have to be so nervous." Snape coordinated with Flott's movements while comforting Flott's mood, "I'm not seriously injured today, after all, there are too many people to punish. The Dark Lord can't take care of me."

"Shut up! Talk less, save some energy." Flotte wobbled on Snape's little crutch, and it took a long time to help Snape to the bed in the back room, and then rushed away quickly. Go out and look for medicine on the medicine cabinet, "What kind of injury did you get?"

"Two doses of Crucifixion, but it didn't last long, and I think my arm may have been thrown and dislocated." Snape stated these injuries in an extremely indifferent tone, but the more this happened, Flotte The hand that turned the medicine bottle trembled more and more.

Flotte stabilized her emotions, and kept admonishing herself not to panic, panic would only make both of them uncomfortable.

She re-entered the room with the palliative and some water of death, then squatted beside the bed and drew out her wand for Snape to check. During the whole process, Flott didn't dare to look into Snape's eyes.

"The arm is dislocated, and the Dark Lord is like before?" Flotte's voice was still trembling.

Snape nodded with difficulty and said: "Didn't he always like this? He tortured us to the exhaustion with heart-breaking first, then used magic to throw us high and then fell heavily, waiting for us to let go of everything." Beg him with dignity, that pervert."

Flotte took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down, and then said, "Let me help you connect the bones of your arm first."

Snape hummed lightly. He sensed Flott's mood swings at this time, so he decided to change the subject: "The leader of this plan is Lucius Malfoy, but he failed, so we suffered The torture that no one dared to imagine, was sent to Azkaban by the Dark Lord."

"What! That Sissy and Xiaolong!"

"They have not been implicated for the time being, but this does not guarantee that they will not be punished in the future." Snape tried his best to downplay this fact, "Everyone who participated in the mission today has been punished, except Bellatrik S, because he killed Sirius."

Flotte opened her mouth in shock, but didn't know what to say, Sirius Black is dead!What about Harry?This was the first thing that occurred to Flotte's mind.

Snape originally thought that when his old enemy died, he might set off a cannon to celebrate, but when he actually learned the news at the Death Eaters meeting, he didn't have a trace of excitement, but a wave of unexplained excitement. Sadness lingered in his head, completely different from the frenzied cries of the Death Eaters around him.

The Order of the Phoenix has lost another good leader, and now Flotte can't show much sadness to feel for the person she once worked with. After all, the arm of the person she cares about the most at this moment has to be put on by her.

"I'm really thankful that I was once a Death Eater and went to the battlefield to fight, otherwise your arm would have to be groped into the infirmary in the middle of the night." Flott raised Snape's arm while saying this While diverting some Snape's attention, "Hold on."

As soon as the words were finished, Flotte raised her hand up, and with a click, Snape's arm joined his shoulder again.

"You must not try to contact me this summer vacation." Snape said suddenly.

Flott raised her eyes to look at Snape, and asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"This mission failed. Many people suspected that I deliberately disclosed information to the Order of the Phoenix in order to protect themselves, so the Dark Lord sent someone to supervise me."

"Who?"

The name was almost squeezed out of Snape's back molars: "Peter Peru."

"Peter Pettigrew, Merlin, the Dark Lord is really ruthless."

Snape let out a heavy breath, there was not a day when he didn't want to do something about this traitor who betrayed Lily, but the Dark Lord let him supervise him, which was more tormenting Snape than digging his bones.

Just when Snape was still hating the traitor in his heart, a pain that went deep into the bone marrow rushed straight into Snape's brain nerves, and it seemed that the residual pain had begun...

Flott soon realized what was wrong with Snape, so she used the fastest speed to make Snape lie down on his back, then kicked off his shoes and knelt down beside Snape, pressing his chest , trying to ease his pain.

However, for Snape, who was so painful that he lost his mind at this time, it was almost useless.The heart-shattering pain was endlessly extending from his heart to his limbs, Snape couldn't help shouting, rolling, curling, and his muscles spasmed involuntarily.

Flote has seen this crazy madness in pain before, but it doesn't mean that she can completely avoid panic.She bit her lip and tried to calm down the fear and resentment in her heart at this moment, tried to soothe Snape's chest with her hands, and kept pressing his body that was about to curl up due to convulsions.But that sense of despair once again filled Flotte's head...