HP's Wretched

During the whole summer vacation, while Flotte was arranging her own plans, she had been trying to contact Narcissa, but she didn't know how to do so. After all, Lucius Malfoy's mission failed, and the Dark Lord Her temper will never let the mother and son go easily, and if she contacted rashly and was found out, she would definitely get angry.Therefore, Flote did not use the normal way of sending owls to get in touch, but sent greetings to Narcissa in a more private way, but unexpectedly, Flott never waited for a reply.

The past two months have been going around and around, and time has passed in a flash. Since the Dark Lord appeared publicly, the actions of the Death Eaters have become more open, and they have started to use killing to kill portion by portion as they did ten years ago. Fear is planted in people's hearts, and even Muggles who don't know the existence of the wizarding world can feel the fear of changing the sky. This mentality is well expressed when students enter school.

The number of students who come to school this year is much smaller than in previous years, and even many senior students have gone through the formalities of suspending school under the pressure of their families. Those who are willing to continue to study at school are nothing more than willing to believe that Hogwarts is under the protection of Dumbledore. Much safer than the outside world.And the fact is true, the first job of all the teachers this year is to build the school to protect the magic, and to check the safety of the people entering and leaving, even the entire Order of the Phoenix has sent more than half of its members to protect the safety of the entire school.As for Flott, she also couldn't escape the arrangement of her own leader, Dumbledore, and stood outside to feed mosquitoes on the night of the school-opening banquet...

"...If I knew to stand next to you, I should have sprayed more mosquito repellant." Flott scanned her partner standing beside her——Snape up and down, and she didn't know why. Snape was wrapped too tightly because of the cold aura that even mosquitoes were unwilling to approach him. Anyway, the mosquitoes flew around him, and all of them flew on Flott, "Even the mosquitoes despise you."

"I'm more than happy to do that." Snape said smoothly, he was very happy to see Flott's anxious face slapping mosquitoes.

Flotte gave him a sideways look, and then asked, "How did you spend this summer vacation, did the mouse do anything it shouldn't?"

"What can that traitor do, but hide in the wet black hole and dare not probe." Snape said contemptuously, "You had a surprisingly good summer vacation, are you the former minister's mistress?"

Hearing Snape bite the words "Minister's mistress" very hard, Flott's ominous premonition began.

"This holiday is really amazing. I just flipped through the Daily Prophet and saw such a bunch of interesting news." Snape spoke slowly, but it was obvious that his tone at this time was terrible. He's suppressing his anger.

"Do you believe what the Daily Prophet said? They just spread rumors that Dumbledore coveted the position of minister." Flotte began to quibble, "Besides, it's not like I haven't been to the Daily Prophet before, the water in it You don't know how many there are."

What Snape disliked the most was Flott's impeccable sophistry: "What surprises me is not the false news itself, but why this news appeared."

"There are people who have nothing to do to make rumors for their career prospects."

"Really?" Snape suddenly stopped walking towards the school gate, turned his head and looked at Flott coldly and seriously, "Is that really the case?"

Snape stopped, and Flotte was also forced to stop. She didn't dare to look up into Snape's eyes, but pulled a smirk and changed the subject: "What are you stopping for? We have to hurry to the school gate, there are still people..."

"Even if you are a few seconds late, the students will still arrive a quarter of an hour later." Snape had long since given up on Flott's diversion, "I remember since I wrote two articles because of that Rita Skeeter After there were false reports about you and you paid someone to find someone to demote you three times in a row, it seems that few reporters dare to talk nonsense about you without evidence, so this time a series of things has nothing to do with the facts Can I doubt that the real perpetrator is standing before my eyes?"

"..."

Seeing Flott's guilty conscience and not rebutting immediately, Snape knew he had guessed right. He didn't care about Flott's next reaction, but turned around and continued to walk forward with big strides. It doesn't matter whether Flote can keep up with him.

"I have to admit, your bluntness really made it impossible for me to continue to quibble." Seeing Snape walking forward angrily, Flott hurriedly withdrew her spirit and followed.

"Then I wonder if the former minister's mistress would condescend to tell me why you did this?"

Flott also hated the way Snape was on the right side and reprimanded her in a sarcastic tone: "You don't have to mock me like that, I have my reasons for doing this."

"You have a reason for everything you do. Then let me guess this time. You use this method to discredit yourself, just to cover up your real purpose of cooperating with Fudge in private. I don't know if I'm right?" Snape Straightforwardly straight out the truth.

Flotte sighed silently, and then said with emotion: "You really understand me, you understand me better than myself."

Hearing these words, Snape stopped abruptly again, but this time Flotte was not following him, but behind him, this unexpected sudden brake did not make Quick Step think twice. Wanting to catch up with him, Flotte reacted, and bumped straight into him.

"Could you stop suddenly and say something, and hit the pestle thickly, knocking me down again."

"Say it? Have you heard what I said?"

There it was again, and Flotte wanted to touch her forehead now, talking as if Snape had heard her talk.

"Flote, do you think that controlling public opinion and arbitrarily making people's hearts can make you feel proud? Or do you think that you can find that slight sense of existence by discrediting yourself?"

These words were too harsh in Flotte's ears: "Why did I do this, didn't you think clearly just now?"

"Clear? It's very clear! I don't need you to use this form to satisfy your vanity. If you want vanity, you can just spend time in the mall and do what you are best at!"

"Vanity? You actually think that what I do is vanity? Then I will tell you why I discredit myself so much! Do you think I don't feel sick when I say that about myself? You think I don't want my Is there little reputation left? But in front of war, in front of winning or losing, in front of your position, if I can influence, then I will not even care about my life, let alone a few baseless gossip! , I will absolutely not allow that old bastard to ruin our 14-year operation because of a leak that has no position and no dignity, and I will not allow the entire Order of the Phoenix to be dragged down because of my mistakes, especially you! But you still recognize me Is this vanity?" Flotte's hand that was holding the hem of her clothes was trembling after saying this.

"I think you will never understand what I mean, Flotte. I never want you to be contaminated by this war, I don't even want you to be contaminated by winning and winning and my position! This Order of the Phoenix A dozen or so people are waiting to charge into battle, and a hundred Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are just waiting to go. There are a lot of people waiting to fight against the Death Eaters, and you just need to do your own thing! It's not like you are doing this at the beginning like you are now, to bear the target that should have nothing to do with you!"

Of course, Flott understood the special meaning inside and outside of Snape's words, but it didn't mean that Flott would admit defeat in this quarrel: "It's too late to dissuade me from participating in these words." Sent it! Severus, let me tell you whether I participate or not, where I am or not, what I want to do and what I don’t do are all my own business, and it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

"Your greatness is so shining that it hurts the eyes, listen to what you say..."

Before Snape could finish his next sarcasm, a silver-white Patronus ran past them, and both of them kept their mouths shut, because they both knew someone was nearby.

At this time, there was a rustling sound from the nearby bushes, and a person came out of it, but this person's hair color was no longer the bright pink like bubble gum before, but a dull color instead. She was grayish brown, and even her face was paler than before, which also caused Fluote not to recognize who she was in the first place.

However, Snape had seen the man in front of him a long time ago: "Tell me, you're not looking for enemies when you're groping in the bushes, are you, Tonks?"

This is Tonks?Snape didn't say so. Flott didn't even recognize that this was the Tonks she had just met a few weeks ago. Merlin, what happened to this kid.

"Of course not, Snape...Professor." Tonks obviously didn't want to see Snape, but he greeted Flotte with a much more pleasant face, "Hello, Professor Luster."

"Are you okay recently, why do I feel that your...uh... complexion doesn't look very good." Flotte really didn't know how to describe this problem.

"I'm fine, Professor."

Hearing Tonks' answer, Snape sneered visibly, and received Tonks' glaring as expected.

From this reaction, Flotte could tell that Snape definitely knew something, but she wouldn't ask, after all, since they had just experienced a soul questioning 2 minutes ago, referred to as a quarrel Flotte felt that she would not speak to him this time for two weeks.

"It was your Patronus just now?" Snape asked.

Tonks nodded reluctantly.

A sneer grinned at the corner of Snape's mouth and said, "Your new Patronus is indeed interesting."

New Patronus?Flotte heard a new piece of information, but of course Flott can guess who the Patronus became, but shouldn't the Patronus change only when there is a major blow and a great change in feelings?For example, the person next to me is a perfect example, so what happened to Tonks?

"But I still think the original one is good, and the new one doesn't seem to have much strength." Snape's tone undoubtedly revealed some malice, but in Flott's ears, there was a kind of meaningful felt it.

Tonks, who was not clear about the situation, of course looked angrily at Snape who made the comment, but Flotte sneered instead: "Oh, it's not as good as it used to be? Is it that the changed ones are not as good as the original one? I feel the same way, for example, a doe is far less good than a leopard."

Tonks, who is also a woman, felt inexplicably sour from this sentence, but it was a pity that Snape, who was the person involved, only took it as a provocation after the quarrel.

"It seems that the nature of matter-of-fact is still too difficult for you, Flotte." Snape retorted without hesitation.

Flotte, who was still angry, of course took the blow as expected: "Why didn't we discuss the matter, aren't we discussing the issue of the patron saint? I just mentioned an example and a question, what's wrong? ?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, what's really wrong is that someone seems to have forgotten what they're supposed to be doing."

"It's as if you remember it, you also had a good chat..."

"..."

Accompanied by the endless arguments, Tonks watched the two people go further and further away with a little aggrieved look, what is this?Do you show your affection in front of someone who just broke up with you?This is still human...

……

"What is this?" Filch pulled out the golden stick from Draco Malfoy's box, held it up and asked suspiciously.

Draco obviously hated the contempt and disrespect, and grabbed the cane back with his hand: "This is my dad's cane, not a dangerous item."

"It's up to me to decide whether it's dangerous or not." Filch wanted to get the cane back, but Draco had already gripped it tightly and wouldn't let go.

Snape and Flott, who had just been released from the task of leading the students back to the castle, obviously heard the quarrel here, and looked towards Filch and Draco.

"It's Xiaolong!" Flotte, who had been worried for a whole summer vacation, was surprisingly excited when she saw Draco's figure, and wanted to leave immediately to have a look, but when she was about to take a step, she was caught by Snape who was standing beside him. I was held back.

Snape's face was still the same as when the quarrel was just over, but his tone was much softer than when the quarrel was just over, because he also understood the importance of Draco to Flott: "You wait here ,I gonna go see."

Although Flote felt a little turbulent in her heart, she was still angry, so on the surface she deliberately put on a reluctant look: "Hmm..."

After a while, when Snape reappeared from around the corner, Draco was beside him who had not recovered from the search.

Flotte rushed to meet her, and at this time Draco just looked up and saw Flott, all the pretense collapsed in an instant, and the fear of the family's defeat and the next thing to face took over. Draco's heart.

"Godmother..."

Flotte stretched out her arms to embrace Draco, hugging him like she did when she was a child, but this time the character was no longer the mischievous little Bengdou, but a man who was already taller than Flotte. boy.

"How is Sissy? The Dark Lord didn't make things difficult for you two, did he?"

Draco glanced lightly at Snape, who had already stood obliquely behind Flott, and he understood that some things should not drag unrelated people into the water: "No, the Dark Lord didn't make things difficult for us, and my mother is fine too. .”

"It's okay if I don't bother you, and the stone in my heart can be put down." Flotte's voice was a little excited, "Your mother hasn't replied to my letter, and I'm almost worried to death."

"We got your letter, it's just..."

"I understand." Of course Flotte understood the reason, but...

Flotte raised her hand and rubbed Draco's hair lovingly as before, and then wanted to confirm again: "Xiaolong, tell me honestly, did the Dark Lord really make things difficult for you? Sissy didn't give anything. Is it a punitive mission?"

Snape, who was standing behind Flotte, shook his head at Draco with a cold face, signaling him not to say anything.Of course Draco understood the reasoning behind this, so he could only pull out the same smile as before, and replied again: "No really, I just punished my father, and he will come out immediately, so don't think too much about it." gone."

"It's fine if you don't have it, it's fine if you don't have it..." Flotte murmured softly, "I don't know if Sissy has brought the soul stabilizer I sent her to your father. Feel better."

Draco pursed his lips, but tried hard to control himself not to open his mouth to say that the Dark Lord had forbidden him and his mother to visit his father in Azkaban, and even more forced himself not to show any weakness.

Maybe Draco hid it too well, Flotte didn't notice his emotions, let alone the eye contact between him and Snape just now, just staring at Draco thoughtfully. Eyes that hide all emotions and secrets.

……

At the beginning of school dinner, although Flotte and Snape were still sitting side by side, the atmosphere between the two of them was still completely frozen. It was obvious that they hadn't recovered from the quarrel just now, but some The Cold War was mostly one-sided...

"What's wrong with Dumbledore's hand?" Flott squinted and watched Dumbledore sitting in the middle over three or four people, especially his blackened and withered hand.

Of course Snape knew that Flott was asking him this question, but he just didn't want to say anything more.

Flott rolled her eyes at the silent Snape, and said, "You must know, right?"

"..."

"Tch, this time I'm starting to pretend to be deep. Didn't I talk a lot when I satirized me?" Flotte said in a sharp voice on purpose, "Childish..."

"Hiss..." Snape took a breath in displeasure, but he just didn't want to talk to Flott.

Of course, Flott caught this intolerance, so she purposely leaned closer to Snape's ear, and then repeated in a straight voice: "Childish!"

Just when Snape was about to grit his molars to reply, a voice that he hadn't heard in more than ten years but was very familiar came from the table not far away: "Ah~ Minerva, Felius , Pomona, my old friends, it's been a long time."

This thick and smooth voice instantly attracted the attention of the entire teacher's seat.

"Oh, Merlin, Horace, old friend! It's such a surprise that you're here." Several elders who had stayed at Hogwarts for the longest time stood up to welcome this unexpected friend .

It was really unexpected, Flotte felt her eyeballs were about to pop out, she suppressed her voice but couldn't suppress the shock in her tone: "Why did Slughorn appear here? Why did this scumbag appear? Here it is!"

Horace Slughorn is definitely an old acquaintance of Flott and Snape, especially for Flott, he can not only be described as familiar, it is simply a nightmare existence!Who made her famous only in Slughorn's class, and her reputation exploded.That's right, Horace Slughorn, former Head of Slytherin, Potions teacher to Flott and Snape at school.

Snape's reaction was much calmer when he saw this person. After all, Flott's surprise was based on the fact that she didn't know that Snape was about to receive Defense Against the Dark Arts, and what Dumbledore said was the right person to take over Potions. It should be the one who is walking towards them now.

"Ah, Severus! Flott! Two of my proudest students, I am so proud to see you here!" Slughorn walked towards them with his stomach in his arms come over.

Although Flotte did not want to see this "heavyweight" person from the bottom of her heart, but due to etiquette, she still stood up with Snape to greet their former mentor, well, for Snape, it can be regarded as a mentor , as for Flotte... how many times she was locked up in the dark room by old Buford was sued by this master!So the so-called most proud student was really harsh in Flotte's ears.

"Dean, it's great to see you here. I haven't seen you for many years, and you haven't changed much." No matter how greasy your heart is, your mouth can be as sweet as honey. This is Flo Te, "Two days ago, I told Severus that you were here, that you are not only full of peaches and plums, but you have been at the forefront of research in the field of potions for so many years. You said that you can do something like you in this world." How many people can there be, I am so excited to see you today."

Flott's words really praised Slughorn very highly, and it was extremely comfortable to listen to. As for Snape standing aside, it was the same as usual. Even with a dark face, the task is completed.

"Hey, Flott, it's your fault, how can you call me the headmaster, and now the Slytherin headmaster is my favorite student! How can I compete with him!" Slughorn I was joking, and my stomach trembled when I laughed.

Flotte smiled slightly: "I made a slip of the tongue, I'm too used to calling you the Dean. But, I don't think Severus will mind that, right Severus?"

Snape tried his best to pull out a not so stiff smile, and nodded in line with Flott's words: "Flott is right, you have always been our dean in our hearts."

"Hey, Flotte, tell me about you. This girl is different when she grows up. In the past, you were the only one of the three Buford daughters who was not outstanding. I didn't expect that when you grow up, you will have more clever mouths, and you will be more beautiful. Fleurs is also teaching how to speak."

Flotte covered her mouth and said with a smile: "How could it be, isn't it all taught by you?"

Hearing this sentence, Slughorn also giggled in cooperation, then turned to several professors and said, "Today I won't sit with you old friends, but I want to sit with young people. Between my two favorite students!"

In the middle... Why did this scene start to become weird? Now, Flotte began to wonder if her advocacy was too much...

Slughorn insisted on being in the middle of the two of them, but there was no way. Flott and Snape could only move to the two sides, and then used magic to lengthen the middle position.

"Flott, your news has appeared in the newspapers a lot these days." Slughorn who sat down began to chat with Flott.

Of course, Flott was clear about what Slughorn said, but she couldn't make it clear to the fool in the middle of the two parties: "There are not many words in those gossip pages that are true. What I said was too much, Minister Fudge and I, oh no, now it should be Consultant Fudge is just a friend relationship, and we cooperated to do some business."

Although what Flott said seemed to be clarifying, the tone of the tone was more or less unclear. Even Slughorn didn't grasp whether it was true or not, so he could only smile and follow Flott's words. Talking haha: "Friendship, that gossip reporter is really going too far."

Seeing that Slughorn had met Flott's expected half-believing look, he began to test the next step in his heart: "Professor, why did you remember to come to Hogwarts today?"

"Don't you know? Albus said he needed me to come here and take over Potions."

Take over Potions!Flott's eyes flicked past Slughorn and settled on Snape.

Of course Snape felt Flotte's gaze at this time, but he didn't want to respond at all, and still drank the red wine in the glass with a cold face.

"Severus was assigned to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. You also know that finding a teacher who can teach this subject is harder than finding gold in the sea these days."

"That's true..." Flotte replied, but her eyes never left Snape's body...