HP's Wretched

"If you don't look for me in the past two weeks, I may not come here without invitation." These were the first words Flotte said when she stepped into the principal's office.

Although less than two weeks have passed since the beginning of school, the information that has invaded Flot's mind is like a backlog of two years. Tasks to be completed, anger concealed, and speculation about everything, Flo I urgently need someone to tell her that her guesses are not made out of thin air, that the information she was concealed was completely forced, and that all the tasks she has done are meaningful. What is needed is to be affirmed, but the only way to do all this is to talk to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has indeed felt Flott's anxiety these days, although he should have talked to Flott earlier, but today should be the most reasonable time for the conversation: "It seems that this conversation came It's not too late, I thought you would be too late."

Flotte rolled her eyes in disdain, then casually pulled a chair and sat down and said, "I always feel that what you said is a bit boastful. Forget it, that's not the point. Tell me, Headmaster Dumbledore , you will tell me everything I want to know tonight, right?"

"What I tell you is what you should know. As for the rest, I don't want you to think too much."

"Oh, Merlin, it's that sentence again, I hate it the most when you say it." Flotte didn't hide her disgusted expression at this time.

Dumbledore was not annoyed by Flott's attitude at this time, but instead smiled: "You know the reason."

"If you know too much, if you get caught, it's easy to reveal more secrets." Flotte murmured this sentence numbly, "Yes, you have repeated this reason to me a hundred times."

"Of course it's best that you can remember, in case I have to use this sentence to explain your question again," Dumbledore said.

Flotte curled her lips in displeasure, but she admitted that for the sake of the so-called overall situation, she really shouldn't be told about many things, but...

"You should know that I have made a lot of efforts to reduce being betrayed by Fudge, right?" Flotte asked, leaning on the back of the chair and tilting her head.

"Of course." Dumbledore would still read the entertainment gossip page when he read the newspaper, and at the same time Kingsley had already reported Flott's plan, "You're doing well, son. But nothing is [-] percent, so ..."

"Okay, listen to you, I won't continue to ask questions that shouldn't be asked." Flott gave up struggling, "Tell me first, why is Horace Slughorn here? what happened?"

Before Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer, Flotte spoke first: "Don't try to fool me, I won't believe you if you say that he simply came to teach potions. I admit that the past few years There are not many wizards who can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts because of Hogwarts, so I understand that you transferred Severus to this position, and this is his long-cherished wish, but the Potions professor In this position, even if you can't find anyone who can rival Severus Potions Master, it's easy for you to find someone who can teach this subject well, so why does it have to be Horace Slah? Ghorn, a dangerous person who has intersected with the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, can I think that you called him here not just to make him a substitute for Potions, but to get something from him, I Is that right, principal?"

Dumbledore did not hide it, but nodded and admitted: "I admit that your guesses are all right?"

"Since it's all true, then what is it that you are willing to take from him at the risk of being dominated by Death Eaters?"

"It's not something you should know, Flotte, and all I can tell you is that I didn't come to Slughorn just to fill the professorship."

"But……"

"You just promised me, Flotte."

"I'll keep my promise, I won't ask about this anymore." Flotte lost her temper, and her eyes returned to Dumbledore's scorched black hand hidden in his sleeve, "Your hand should be very The powerful black magic can hurt you, it can hurt you like this, let me guess, um, no need to guess, only the Dark Lord."

"Indeed it was him. I hurt him when I destroyed something he liked very much."

Flott actually didn't care much about how Dumbledore got hurt, but... Flott moved her body forward, stared at Dumbledore and said seriously: "I have been trying to convince myself that you are not a dying person , but I am so close to you today, and the aura of black magic in your hands makes it impossible for me to try to convince myself anymore, so..."

"One year left." Dumbledore said lightly.

Knowing that the answer would not be very good, but when Dumbledore said this sentence himself, Flotte was so desperate that she almost wanted to climb on the table.

"I thought Severus would tell you about it."

As soon as Snape hid a lot of things from her, Flott couldn't help but want to scold the dead bat in her heart, although she also hid countless things from Snape, Of course now is not the time to struggle with this issue.Flotte opened her mouth, hesitated before saying, "I don't need him to tell me this kind of thing. I'm neither blind nor stupid. I'm not inferior to him in my research and dedication to black magic."

"I'm glad you can accept this matter calmly."

"Calm? I've been thinking about this matter in my heart for two weeks, and I've had ominous premonitions since I first saw your hand." When Flotte said these words, she put away her usual tone. Sleek, weak to the point of being uncharacteristically weak, she was far more indifferent to the issue of life and death than ordinary people, but when she found out that the one above the issue was Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard they all relied on, she felt as if It is generally difficult for others to accept, "But what if you don't accept the facts? The facts are still facts, and they are there for you to accept. Seriously, I think other people can also find the problems in your hand, such as Minerva or Fei Lius, it's just that what they don't believe is that you will die, and what I have always understood is that everyone will die one day, but I didn't expect to face it so soon..."

In fact, Flotte was still unwilling to associate Dumbledore with death, so she still didn't say the last half of the sentence.

"As you said, everyone will face death. There is not much difference between fast and slow. Besides, I am slow enough. It has been more than 100 years." Dumbledore still joked about his imminent death.

Although Flott does not agree with some of Dumbledore's actions, but for this old wizard, Flott still respects him more than anything else, so even if he knows that this matter has become a fact However, Flotte was still unwilling to listen to him teasing about death: "So are you going to make arrangements for the funeral?"

"The present is more important than the aftermath." Dumbledore said slowly, "There are many types of death, such as dying in obscurity and meaningless, or creating a new chapter for the following story with purpose."

"Are you going to take advantage of your death?"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "Instead of being killed by this black magic in obscurity, it is better to leave the opportunity to kill me to others. This is the most important thing I want to tell you today."

How about leaving someone else to kill me... Kill Dumbledore?Kill the greatest white wizard of all time?If it really succeeds, it will not only be the worst thing in history, but also a kind of glory.You will be reviled by thousands of people, but you will be able to ascend to the supremacy of the evil side, the distrust and hatred of one side, the trust and respect of the other side, this... What are you going to do?

A thought that was extremely terrifying to her suddenly flashed in Flote's mind. She raised her eyes and bumped into the pair of blue eyes on the opposite side. The encouraging and affirming eyes made Flott terrified, and her voice was extremely low. He said tremblingly: "Is what you want to say the same as what I think?"

"You're right, I've already discussed with Severus that he will kill me." Dumbledore's extremely calm voice directly sentenced Flott to death for the last bit of luck.

"You're joking, right?" Flotte said stiffly.

Dumbledore didn't reply to Flott's words, but just shook his head lightly.

"why?"

"You know why, don't you, Flotte."

Yes, of course Flott knew why. After killing Dumbledore, Snape would be able to completely gain the trust of the Dark Lord, and Hogwarts, which had no master and was controlled by Death Eaters, would be even more so. Justifiably handing it over to the Dark Lord's confidant minister, killing Dumbledore's hero, everything can be more convenient for the righteous side to act, but... Knowing the reason does not mean that Flott accepts all of this!

She, Flotte, was still feeling sad for the dying man on the opposite side just a few seconds ago!

Flott stood up from the chair unsteadily, she hadn't felt so angry for a long time: "Dumbledore, do you think that what you do is as simple as giving a gift? Do you think that, The spy does things for you, spies for you, and even dies for you in the end? Do you think that the chess pieces in your hands are really just like the chess pieces in the wizard's chess? Life and death are all decided by you, the chess player!"

"Flotte, calm down and listen to me."

"Calm down? You still tell me to calm down?" Flotte couldn't stop shaking now, "I ask you Dumbledore, do you know why I am so willing to be your pawn? Even I I don't mind playing a dead chess in your hand, even if you say a word now: Flotte, you know too much, and death is the safest form of secrecy. I won't waste a word, Without even dirtying the hands of your Order of the Phoenix, I'd kill myself! Do you know why?"

"Because I'm dying soon, I don't care whether I'm dead or alive, but I care about the person who makes me live for it! I want him to live well in the future! Dumbledore, I always thought I was helping the Order of the Phoenix Anything I do is to help him do things, to help him accomplish what he wants to do, to help him atone for the sin he wants to atone for, and then to help him live well in the future, but now, I find that he The fuck is killing him!"

"Severus won't die, my plan never intended for him to die." Dumbledore's voice was also surprisingly serious.

But Flotte didn't want to hear it anymore, she didn't believe it anymore: "You don't want him to die? But you let him kill you, and kill everyone's hope in the wizarding world! Not to mention how much Harry wanted to kill him when he found out, Even thousands of people in the wizarding world want to kill him!"

"I believe in Severus' ability, and at the same time I believe that the Dark Lord will not let his confidants die at the hands of nobody." Dumbledore's voice was very calm, and behind the crescent-shaped glasses also revealed unshakable confidence Come.

Flotte sneered, her eyes filled with disbelief: "If he takes the position of principal according to your idea and protects the students? I'm afraid he will die at the hands of other professors first."

"That's why I'm telling you this plan, Flotte."

Flotte smiled bitterly, and then said in a cold and almost heartless tone: "You really think of me, principal. If I have the ability to protect him, I will kill you now."

Dumbledore pretended not to have heard Flott wanting to kill him, but remained calm as always: "I'm not asking you to protect him, Snape's abilities don't need anyone's protection, I just need you to trust him, Nothing kills a man's resolve like blame and loneliness."

"What you said is completely unnecessary. Even if he kills you for justice or simply for Death Eaters in the future, I will still choose to stand by his side." Flotte said firmly He said, "I am not loyal to you, let alone the Dark Lord, I am only loyal to him."

"I know this, but what I mean is that I hope you can help him remember what he wants to accomplish in his heart."

"Don't you mean that you still hope that I can help you who have been buried in the soil to keep an eye on him?"

Dumbledore knew that Flott had completely misunderstood him, and shook his head weakly: "No, I trust Severus."

"Yeah, I can't believe it, I'm going to give him my life." Flotte felt that she hadn't spoken so harshly for a long time.

"What I mean is: I hope that after I'm gone, you can help him make some decisions. Flotte, you know very well in your heart that if he really completes the task I gave him, what he will face in the future, you want to be rational. How difficult it is to make all the decisions, he shouldn't be trapped in darkness and loneliness, and you will definitely be by his side, so this is also the purpose of telling you the truth."

Flotte leaned on the table and asked with red eyes: "What makes you think I won't take him out of here, away from your plan that will kill him?"

"You understand what Severus is insisting on, and besides, he's agreed to it himself, and I didn't intend to kill him in the first place."

Flott sneered, and when she was about to open her mouth to refute Dumbledore's words, Dumbledore interrupted and continued: "Flott, do you know who he is going to send to kill me in Voldemort's plan? "

"Oh, if you ask that, then that person must have something to do with me again, right?" Flotte had already thought of an answer in her heart.

"Yes, it was Draco. Voldemort sent Draco to kill me in order to punish Lucius Malfoy for his failure."

The tears in Flotte's eyes finally burst out. She had long guessed that the sentence that Xiaolong said was not targeted by the Dark Lord was all to comfort her and lie to her, but she never thought that this task It turned out that a child under the age of 17 was asked to kill an invincible and greatest white wizard in history.

There was an indescribable dizziness in Flotte's head, and she sat back on the chair staggeringly, and the heart in her chest was now in pain as if being torn apart: "Cruel, it's really ruthless."

Dumbledore also sighed weakly. The victory of the war is to step on the corpse, and as one of the corpses, how many people can understand his helplessness?

"So, Flotte, this matter is not whether you want to do it or not, but that you must do it."

Flote's eyes had lost the look she had when she first entered the door. She stared blankly at a corner in the distance, saying nothing and not answering.

Just as the atmosphere in the room finally fell into dead silence, the dripping beast at the door remembered a familiar voice.

Hearing this voice, Dumbledore glanced at the wall clock subconsciously. It was eleven o'clock... Then he said, "Flotte, I need you to go upstairs to the study and hide for a while."

"Hiding? Then why did you call me over and call him over at the same time?"

"Because what you're going to hear next is the second thing I'm going to tell you."

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