HP's Wretched

After a burst of dizziness caused by Apparition, Flotte was rudely thrown to the ground. The coolness seeping from the hard concrete floor penetrated through the wizard's robe and reached the nerves. Flotte couldn't help being hit by the coldness She was shivering, and before Flotte could recover from the pain in her body, her arm was picked up severely again.Flotte's face was covered by a black bag, and a strange man held her hand fiercely. She couldn't see where she was, and she had no hope of breaking free. I didn't want to let her go.

At this time, Flotte was very grateful that she had cleaned herself up before entering the house. Since the Death Eaters could find the location of the factory, it is certain that they would also be able to receive the news of the factory fire in the shortest possible time. After all, Death Eaters were always well informed, so there shouldn't be any traces of fire on her body.

She didn't struggle for anything, but followed the Death Eaters beside her very obediently, because she knew very well that now she was entering the Death Eaters' lair, and no matter how hard she struggled, she had no hope of escaping.

However, having said that, it seems that the new den of the Death Eaters is in Malfoy Manor. Could it be that he is in Malfoy Manor now?

Before Flotte could find any conclusive evidence to prove where she was now, the evidence came by itself.

"Antoning, you are..."

It was Narcissa's voice. She was indeed at Malfoy Manor, and Flott couldn't help but ignite a glimmer of hope in her heart.But just when she wanted to make a gesture with her only free left hand to attract Narcissa's attention, Flotte suddenly realized something in her head, and immediately stopped the movement.

No, she can't do this, Lucius is still in Azkaban now, the Malfoy family is no longer trusted by the Dark Lord, she must not implicate Sissy and Xiaolong because of her own affairs.

Since some things are already doomed, then she can just accept her fate...

"This is the master's guest," said the man named Antoning.

They just said a word back and forth, Antoning seemed unwilling to let Narcissa meddle in her business, so he ignored her and dragged Flotte to continue walking into the manor.

As the time got longer and longer, Flotte's palms were already wet with sweat. She used her free left hand to slip close to the robe and slightly slipped it into the pocket, looking for the important things she was about to use in it. .

Just as Flotte was clutching the small aluminum box in her hand, Antonin mercilessly threw her into a room. This time, she was knocked against the same cold marble floor.

The black cloth bag covering her face was suddenly taken away. Flotte, who had long been accustomed to the darkness, was stunned by the crystal chandelier on the roof and couldn't open her eyes. She lifted her free right hand and slightly covered it. Only then did he forcefully open his eyes.

Sure enough, she is now in the study of Malfoy Manor. She has been to this study many times, but what she didn't expect was that the last visit in her life would appear here in such an embarrassing posture.

Antoning's contemptuous eyes seemed to be looking at a lifeless corpse, he grinned and showed his sharp teeth, and said with a smile: "Be a good guest, maybe the master can make your death easier. "

After finishing speaking, he left Flotte alone on the floor of the study, and he closed the door gently.

Seeing that the study room was empty at this time, Flotte hurriedly took out the small aluminum box that she had just found in her pocket. Fortunately, she was always prepared in case of exposure, and always carried these small pills with her.Yes, those little white pills were the ones she had asked Sibney to find for her then (Chapter [-]).

Flotte, who was about to take out the pills, suddenly remembered Sibney's instructions to her many times: "When I gave you the medicine, did you read the letter that came with it?"

"Looked."

"Ordinary people can take three pills of that medicine, but you'd better take one pill at a time."

"One piece? Isn't the effect of the medicine much worse?"

"Flote, the medicine you are holding is a prohibited substance, high-purity Xing..."

"What about the high purity? It's banned because of the side effects, and it's not an addictive drug."

"Then he also belongs to excitement... Forget it, you know what your own body is like, and you know what the side effects of this medicine are. You can't bear it..."

"Okay, needless to say..."

After the memory was over, Flotte stared at the pills in the small aluminum box in her hand, poured out three pills without hesitation, put them in her mouth, and swallowed them vigorously.

The reason why Flotte chose this drug is very simple. It is the only drug that can facilitate her to control her consciousness, the only drug that can stimulate the brain and help improve concentration.Since she doesn't know how to use Occlumency, she can still use money to buy medicines and bear the negative effects, because only by ensuring the sensitivity of her brain to intrusions can she better control Know what the Dark Lord wants to see and what he can't, and give himself an extra chance of success.

Flott knew very well that there would only be two situations she would face next: either she would fail and reveal the plan of the Order of the Phoenix, and Snape would be involved, and everything would fall short.Either keep all the secrets and be crushed as a useless pawn in the eyes of the Dark Lord.

It's all going to die anyway, so it's better to fight for the latter. Anyway, no matter who it is, she will not allow it to ruin the plan that has been run for so many years, including herself.

Sometimes this day is just to do right with you. When Flotte wants to die, she can't die no matter what.Some time ago, I just made an agreement with Dumbledore to try my best not to die. Well, the god of death will follow her all this day, which is also interesting.

She died quite heroically this time, and she died generously. It's a bit ironic that a person like her who has done all the evil things will have a day of voluntary sacrifice for justice.I'm afraid that when she is buried in the ground, the dead bat will have to mutter in front of her grave when she comes to see her: You idiot, you really think of yourself as a hero...

Thinking of this, Flotte sneered to herself, and then quickly put the small aluminum box back into her pocket. Coincidentally, the bitter taste of the pills in her mouth hadn't dissipated yet, the person who was about to end her life came in.

"I'm sorry to keep my guest waiting for so long." Voldemort's hissed voice could actually make people feel sorry.

"It is my honor to be summoned by Your Highness." Flotte knelt on the ground, with her upper body bent on the ground, looking extremely respectful.After all, Flotte had been a Death Eater for a long time before, so she knew how to make her master happy.

Voldemort walked slowly in front of Flotte, lowered his head and looked down at the kneeling respectful woman in front of him: "Mrs. Luster, Luster, what a familiar name, that is my most loyal servant."

"Yes, Your Highness, my husband and father-in-law are your most loyal servants." Flotte controlled her voice not to tremble, she was going to delay now, she didn't know how much the pills would take It takes a long time to work, "Including me too, I have always been your admirer."

Voldemort's expression was somewhat unpredictable, but what is certain is that he did not intend to let her go because of Flott's flattery: "Admirer? Mrs. Luster's words are indeed very interesting."

Flott was still crawling and kneeling on the ground, and the corner of Voldemort's forehead swept over Flott from time to time, but Flott still didn't dare to look up at Voldemort, because she was afraid that if she raised her head, she would meet those scarlet eyes, and then When the effect of the medicine has not started, it will be taken into mind.

"Speaking of which, we should also thank Mrs. Luster for consciously handing over the transportation line of the Luster family."

"The Luster family should have served you forever, Your Highness." Flotte continued to say good things.

"Oh, you really should serve me forever." Voldemort sneered darkly, then knelt down, put his hands on Flott's shoulders, forced Flott to raise his face to face him, and then hissed, "But what I hate the most in my life is the grass on the wall!"

As soon as the words fell, Flote's brain began to ache as if it was about to explode. The scarlet eyes staring at her seemed to crawl out of dozens of tiny snakes, burrowing into Flotte's brain one after another. go.

Flott has never been subjected to this kind of intrusive mind-taking in her life, and only Dumbledore read part of her past when she didn't trust her at the beginning, so Flott, who is usually calm and calm, is now In a completely unfamiliar field, I was so panicked that I didn't know what to do, and I didn't even know whether the medicine I just took was effective or not.

When Flote was disturbed by this splitting headache, the pain in her head was suddenly covered by a very cool feeling. Flott could even sensitively perceive that Voldemort's magic was wandering in her memory at this moment. Where, this... This is the effect of the medicine, and her attention was brought to the highest point by the medicine, forcing the brain to be sensitive to all intrusions.

But when Flotte was still happy with the success of her medicine, she suddenly discovered that Voldemort's method of accessing memories was completely different from what she thought. No, it should be said that he was accessing the memory of a prisoner held in his palm. , it will definitely not be as direct as probing for ordinary Death Eaters, but...

Get what he wants out of toying and torturing...

At this time, the consciousness in Flotte's brain did not follow the footsteps of the Death Eater's magic power to prevent him from exploring as imagined, but was forced to stay in a dark room where nothing could be seen.Was this room Voldemort created in her head?Flotte wanted to ask, but soon she understood that this was not created by Voldemort, but a memory in her mind.

"Look, what a familiar little dark room." A devil-like voice came to Flotte's head, and she knew it was Voldemort's voice wandering in her memory, "No, I forgot, it's too dark here. It’s dark, you can’t see anything, why don’t I turn on the light for you.”

As soon as the words "turn on the light" fell, Flotte had a premonition, but it was too late.As the lights were turned on, the whole room became brighter, but the floor was still dark, because it was right next to Flotte, no, it should be said that the whole room was crowded with each other. The black fur mouse is full!

The piles of mice seemed to be able to bury Flott at any time, and the squeaking sound was enough to pierce eardrums.At this scene, Flotte was so frightened that she stood up from the ground and wanted to jump to the chair beside her, but just as she got up, the mice on the ground disappeared...

"You're afraid of mice..." Voldemort's hissing voice sounded in Flott's ear again, "It's all right, there's more fun to come, my guest."

Just before Flotte had time to recover from the fear just now, the environment around her changed again. This is... the corridor of Hogwarts!Just when Flote was about to raise her head and wanted to be sure, a powerful slap suddenly slapped Flott.

Standing in front of her was old Buford, who had been dead for decades: "You didn't tell me about your sister's relationship with that Muggle-born man, you bitch..."

Before Old Buford could finish speaking, Flotte raised her hand and slapped it back fiercely. She didn't have the strength to return it when she was a child, but now even in her memory, she would not If she is bullied again, she will slap her back fiercely!

Then it didn't have the tactile sensation that Flotte expected, instead it was scattered like a cloud by Flotte's slap...

Although Voldemort's torment and toy are still going on, Flott seems to have found the key point, that is, her memory is still under her control.

Next, as the clouds and mist rejoined, one side of the originally cold underground corridor at Hogwarts became a magnificent hall with a heavenly roof and a luxurious wool red carpet. Lott, and her husband at the end of the corridor with his disgust written all over his face.

Without the slightest hesitation, Flotte directly raised her foot and kicked one of the glass dining tables. Sure enough, the memory was scattered again in an instant.

Flotte seems to have found a pattern again...

Then came her wedding night, and Flotte slapped the man away without even looking.

This time Flotte finally understood that Voldemort was searching for all her important memories in chronological order!And since her memory can be broken up by her, it can also be reshaped by her.

At this time, Flotte felt that her head seemed to become cooler, and her spirit in her consciousness seemed to have become more sober. It seemed that her choice of taking three pills was indeed correct.

At this time, Flotte felt even more soberly that there was a magical power still exploring around her. She tried hard to recall the books about Occlumency that she had read. All the tricks in it were nothing more than relaxing the body, controlling the consciousness, and creating environment.Her consciousness has now reached the peak of control due to the effects of drugs, so what she has to do now is to relax her body and create an environment.

When Voldemort was about to turn over a gap in an important memory, Flott tried to relax every step of the nerves in her brain, as if opening the door for intruders, but the operation in her brain did not stop, she put all her attention He put all his energy on one memory, and tried his best to let Voldemort find him without looking at others.

Sure enough, the next thing that appeared in front of Flote was what Flotte wanted him to see, about Flote being an illegitimate daughter.

The next thing is that she is not welcomed by her husband, Dizrael stays out at night and sings and sings every day, Flott hates him so much... But what the Dark Lord didn't see was that his most loyal servant had already become a... The Squib was replaced by Flotte.

The next thing was that Little Tiger died of illness... What he didn't tell the Dark Lord was that Little Tiger was killed by his father.

And then Dezrael in the coffin... What didn't tell the Dark Lord was that he was killed by Flotte himself.

The next thing is that she masters the property and spends money, makes war fortune, but loses everything after St. Mungo wakes up.

Then eight years of Squib life, being suspicious by Dumbledore when looking for a job, being very angry by the students, and Flott randomly picking out a mischievous person from memory who didn't study well, which happened to be Gryffindor's paper.Then there is the Daily Prophet's speculation about her private life, as well as the fake Moody's insult to her, and the real Moody's cold face towards her...

Flott must clean up her relationship with the Order of the Phoenix, especially the relationship with Snape.But Voldemort, who was rummaging through her memory, obviously didn't believe it. Flott could clearly feel that Voldemort's footsteps accelerated, and her control over her memory also began to become faster.

Her complaints about Fudge, speaking ill of Dumbledore, and Fudge's attempt to keep her... Her greed for money, tricks on business, and the Daily Prophet's evaluation of her are all on Voldemort's part. In front of her eyes, she tried her best to cover up what she really wanted to do.As much as she had discredited herself to the Daily Prophet, she didn't care if she was a useless villain, a "bit*ch" in Voldemort's eyes, as long as they kept their plans from being leaked.

Obviously, Voldemort was extremely annoyed by Flott's completely useless memory. He doubted the veracity of Fudge's words from the beginning, but based on the idea that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, Voldemort still sent someone to According to Fudge's words, he sent people to search for the factory and captured Flotte.

The person who went to investigate the factory didn't come back alive. He just went to see the recovered corpses, which were all burnt. That's why Voldemort focused on searching Flott's memory to find the cause of the fire. Lott doesn't have this kind of memory, even the factory in her memory is a tool to make money, and everything this woman does is for money...

Voldemort's attitude of rummaging through memories became disgusted, and he withdrew from Flott's head in a rage, but found nothing useful at all. This could not be the failure of his magic, but the woman in front of him was simply useless. The short-sighted and extremely greedy disgusting things used! !

He actually wasted so much time on a useless piece of trash!He's going to kill that liar Fudge!

But before killing Fudge, the trash has to be disposed of...

Flott felt that Voldemort had withdrawn from her memory, and she herself woke up from the consciousness level. However, before she could catch her breath, her neck seemed to be hung by something. Carrying her straight off the ground little by little.

The shackles around the neck are like a real rope, tightly wrapped around Flotte's neck, and it is extremely tight. In an instant, all the air circulation in the whole body is cut off by this emptiness rope. Te felt that her brain was about to be completely collapsed by the surging blood, and her eyes seemed to be spit out. She whimpered and whimpered softly, which was actually the loudest she could make...

"I thought my guests could reveal something to me obediently, but I was wrong. You don't know anything at all."

Voldemort raised his hand slightly, controlling Flott in the air to make it rise higher and higher, and the tension on his neck became stronger and stronger.Just when Flote felt that she was unable to kick the foot that was hanging in the air at this time, and was about to pass out completely, there was a voice at the door that Flote had always wanted to hear but didn't want to hear.

"Master, I have something to ask to see."

Of course Voldemort recognized who the voice belonged to. He came in to disturb him while he was disposing of the garbage, which was an extreme disappointment.

He swung the door open with his other hand, revealing Snape, who was kneeling alone and looking downcast with indifference.

"Severus, I hope you have brought enough news to forgive me for interrupting my fun."

From the beginning to the end, Snape did not look up at Flotte who was being dropped into the air and dying, but no one knew that the panic in his heart had reached the peak of his life at this time.

"Master, I have obtained the most accurate information about the specific time when Dumbledore will leave school next semester and when he will return."

As soon as Voldemort heard the news from Snape, he immediately threw Flotte in his hand to the ground in excitement, then leaned in front of Snape and said, "Tell me the exact time! I can't wait to hear it! Come on, Severus…"

However, before Voldemort could finish his eager words, he was interrupted by an eager cough. It was Flotte who had just been thrown to the ground and almost strangled to death.

Flotte didn't have much consciousness at this time, but the moment before she closed her eyes, she clearly saw Voldemort raising his wand angrily, and the last sentence she heard after closing her eyes was: "Destroy the heart."

It's just that this heart-breaking pain didn't hurt as much as imagined, and it can even be said that it didn't hurt much...

Afterwards, Flotte didn't know anything...

The author has something to say:

It was supposed to be published yesterday, but after writing it, I felt that I might not be able to pass the review, so I changed it again today, feeling that I am on the verge of dying every day (covering my face)