HP's Wretched

In the dream in the coma, Flotte seemed to be unconsciously returning to the words she heard when she was hiding on the second floor of the principal's office that night...

Flotte leaned against the door of the study room on the second floor, eavesdropping on the conversation outside, but it wasn't really eavesdropping, after all, it was ordered by someone in the conversation.Flotte opened the door slightly, and looked out at the two people standing in the middle of the room.

"Then the child must die?"

"And it has to be Voldemort himself, Severus, that's important."

Flotte couldn't help tightening her hand by the door...

"..."

"After all, you've grown to want to protect that child, haven't you?"

"Protect him...call God to guard!"

From the crack in the door, Flott clearly saw a silver doe jumping out from the tip of Snape's staff. It first landed on the ground and then went up to the second floor. That light was right in front of Flott's eyes. , even through the crack of the door, Flotte could feel the dazzling light from his patron saint.

As the silver doe jumped out of the window, Flotte also gently closed the door completely, leaning her back against the door, wondering what she was thinking.

"Has it always been like this?"

"Always."

"I thought..." Dumbledore hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't express his thoughts. Instead, after thinking about it, he continued the topic just now, "In any case, you will promise to do what I say, Right?"

"You made me go back to being a Death Eater, you made me your spy, you made me kill you, and now you're making me..." Snape was at a loss for words, "Do I have a choice?"

"It's still the same sentence, Severus, now that we have come to this point, what we have to face is no longer a question of choice, but a question of how we must do it."

Snape didn't reply, just stood there quietly, watching Dumbledore silently.

"I think we've settled on this question." Dumbledore sat back on the chair, looked at Snape again, and rearranged the next question, "As for... As for Flott, I think she should ..."

Snape, who was standing there with nothing to say, heard Dumbledore suddenly call Flott's name, and the anger that had just subsided once again took hold: "Don't tell me you're going to drag her into the muddy water again!" , Dumbledore, this matter has nothing to do with her from the beginning to the end."

In Dumbledore's eyes, Snape's reaction was not surprising. Humans have always been complex animals, because their hearts are complex and their emotions are complex, which cannot be quantified by anything. This is Dumbledore's life. It took about a hundred years to see the clear truth.

"You promised me that you wouldn't let Flotte get involved in any of this anymore."

"Severus, I thought you were more concerned about how to win the war than..." Dumbledore tentatively said so.

"It's two different things!"

Dumbledore paused deliberately so that the person upstairs could hear better.Hey, when one gets old, it would be better if some things can be fulfilled.

"I can't influence Flott's mind, you know that, Severus."

"Are you telling me that she voluntarily mixed in your affairs without your guidance?"

Dumbledore just pushed his glasses up and didn't reply to Snape's words.

Snape was a little discouraged by Dumbledore's reaction at this time, but it didn't mean he would change his mind: "Albus, I will follow your arrangements for everything in the war, you won't let me If you ask me more, I won’t ask too much. I will do my best to protect whoever you ask me to protect. If you ask me to kill you for the sake of the overall situation, and tell that child to let him commit suicide, I can barely accept it. , because I know that as a pawn, I can never really control the entire chessboard! But I want to win, I want to avenge Lily, I want to... protect that kid, I want to atone! So I will do it, Do as you say, but there is no negotiating about Flotte! I will never allow the last and only important person around me to be hurt again! So no matter what you arrange, I They will try their best to get Flutter out of England!"

After Snape finished speaking, he didn't wait for Dumbledore's response, he turned his head and walked towards the door of the office. After Dumbledore's reaction, the black robe that flew up when he was walking aggressively just now had disappeared in the room. .

At this moment, the office suddenly fell into silence. After a while, Dumbledore sighed wearily, and then said in a low voice: "Flotte, you can actually come out."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, after waiting for more than ten seconds, Flotte silently opened the door and walked out from the study. She is now on the stairs on the second floor, her eyes are a little red, but there is no tear on her cheek .She clenched the handrail and walked down the stairs slowly step by step. Her steps seemed to be steady, but the voice in her mouth trembled somewhat indelibly: "Principal, you are really a very interesting person."

Sitting on the office chair, Dumbledore no longer had the energy he had just now. He leaned back on the chair tiredly, waiting for the guest to speak next.

"Headmaster, you have given me so much breaking news in just one night: you are dying, my godson was sent by the Dark Lord to kill you, and Severus was asked by you The task of killing you, do you think I can bear it very well? Is there really no possibility of collapse? I thought the bad news would end here, but it turned out that it was not enough. Just 1 minute ago, you actually told us , we have tried our best to protect the child for nearly 20 years, just to let him choose a suitable time to die!"

Flotte's emotions became more and more agitated, and her hands began to shake now: "Why...why did you do this? You know we are for...you know he is for..."

Flott couldn't continue, took a deep breath, but continued tremblingly, "Principal, I'm not Severus, he has a big picture and can accept your arrangement with pain, I can't! I can't help it." To watch that child go to death by himself, and I can't watch Severus reluctantly push that child into the abyss with his own hands! It's not like you don't know the importance of Lily in his heart, the importance of that child in his heart , it's not that you don't know the importance of Severus in my heart!"

Dumbledore, who had been leaning on the backrest so tired that he closed his eyes and rested his mind, opened his eyes silently at this moment, and forced himself to sit up straight and look at Flotte. His voice was a little hoarse, but Flott could hear every word Clarity: "Harry is not going to die."

"What do you mean?"

"As long as Voldemort does it himself, Harry will not die."

"But you didn't say..."

"That sentence is true, a small piece of soul fell on Harry, but just two years ago, the night Voldemort came back, he was made of flesh and body with Harry's blood. Flott, ten It was you who cast the blood magic on Harry with your own hands years ago, and you will not be unfamiliar with this kind of secret spell."

Flott began to recall the ancient book in her mind: "Blood relatives cannot kill each other. The Dark Lord is made of Harry's blood, so Harry's blood also flows in his body... Back then he Parasitic on Quirrell, but was burned by blood magic, but now has Harry's body made of blood, no wonder touching Harry will not be burned again, the original reason is here."

Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with Flott's series of guesses.

"But the Dark Lord can't kill Harry, so Harry can't kill the Dark Lord either!"

"What activated the blood magic on Harry in the first place?"

Well, Flotte really didn't think about this question. She was also curious about how Lily activated the blood magic. After so many years of research, she never found a way.However, I heard from Snape afterwards that it seemed that Lily stood in front of Harry that night when the accident happened. Could it really have something to do with it?

Dumbledore could tell from Flott's expression that she had already guessed the root of the problem: "You are right, it is love, it is Lily's love for Harry."

"But I don't understand, what does this have to do with the Dark Lord?"

"Tom... he was born without love, he was born because of the love potion."

"Love potion..." Flotte knew that children born from the potion would not have love, so...

"So blood magic can't really protect him." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Then..." Flott frowned, thinking of another question, "If that's the case, why did you hide it from Severus?"

"You know why."

Flotte was quiet, yes, she was like this, she always liked to ask questions, especially when she couldn't accept the answer.

Snape was too close to the Dark Lord... His mind was already filled with too many secrets to protect, and if one was revealed, it would be an irreparable disaster for the entire war.But... If you can't be told, can you only complete this task in pain and self-blame without being able to grasp the truth?

"It's too cruel..." These were the words Flotte said after a long silence.

Dumbledore's expression was a little numb: "If this matter is known to Voldemort, what will happen next will be the most cruel."

"Then why did you tell me, tell me these things today?"

Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I need someone to help me ensure that all plans are being implemented step by step. After all, you know that it is impossible for me to watch them implement in person."

She started joking about her own death again, Flott really hated Dumbledore to death.She closed her eyes to ease her emotions, and then said: "Are you afraid that the child is not willing to die? Let me use this to convince him? Then you are completely wrong! Could it be that Harry has been nothing for so many years Don't you know the character?"

"It's not that I don't know Harry, and it's not that I don't trust him. I know that kid will do this, but the implementation of any plan is full of accidents, and the accidents never happen to just one person. , I just want you to make sure that there is nothing wrong with this plan, because it is very important, Flotte."

"Important? In your eyes, everything can be replaced by the word important. Why do you think that I can be determined to see Severus' pain and not tell him the truth? And why do you Do you feel that the Dark Lord has no interest in me at all, and will never catch me? Why do you think that with my current body, I can really persist until the day when the mission is carried out? Why do you..."

"I believe you, Flotte." Dumbledore said, "You know the importance of this news in your heart, and you also know the consequences if this news is leaked. Since you dare to help the Order of the Phoenix, I will absolutely I can believe you that you already have a solution to Voldemort's interrogation, and as for death..."

"Reaper doesn't care whether your plan is important or not. He always guides people by his mood, Dumbledore."

"I know, but you are the most suitable person to do this, because you are the only one besides me who knows who Severus' loyalty belongs to, and the only one who will trust Severus 100% unconditionally You're really the only one, Flotte, to make sure the things I'm talking about today go smoothly."

Flote lowered her eyes and said nothing more.

After Dumbledore slowly took off his crescent-shaped gold-rimmed glasses, he continued: "Besides, you won't leave Severus alone to face everything in the future..."

Hearing this sentence, Flotte suddenly remembered the scene just now, and then sneered: "You just mentioned my matter to Severus inexplicably, just to let me 'coincidentally' listen upstairs. To what he said, so that my heart won't be damaged by that doe and that 'always'. You hang on Severus' guilt and remorse for what he did for you for so many years , now also plan to use my feelings for him to hang me and help you step by step in the future?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Dumbledore's blue eyes, and his words were extremely firm: "I never thought about it that way."

"Whether you have thought about it or not, I will tell you clearly today that you don't need to use my feelings for him to hang me to work for you, because the reason is very simple, I am loyal to Severer The reason for Si is not based on whether he loves me from the beginning to the end, because when I saw him for the first time when I was a child, I knew that he liked the red-haired girl! Maybe even in the presence of his patron saint The moment Lily changed, I stayed by his side! How could I not know who the person in his heart is? I have known this fact for more than ten years." Flotte herself did not know why I'm going to say this to Dumbledore today.

"So you don't have to think that the God-Churning Guard will do anything to me... what..." Flotte couldn't describe it, so she could only sigh and let go of the unspeakable words, "The white moonlight in his heart He is a person who has been buried in the soil. No matter how well I, Flotte, do, I will never be better than a person who is buried in the soil if I do not have dignity. Besides, I don’t bother to be someone else’s Substitute, I still want to live with this dignity! Besides, what I hate the most in my life is other people's pity for me, so I don't even want to beg others to love me. My own business has nothing to do with others, and you can't do anything to test him and let me hear it."

Dumbledore looked at Flotte's babbling at this moment, and his head was already starting to grow. In fact, he was also very stressed today, after all, he had to talk about so many things in one night and deal with such two people.Yes, he admits that some of the actions tonight were cruel, but he is not having a good time.His days are numbered, and he has to complete the chess game in the last days, and he is also very tired.

Flotte also couldn't figure out whether she was confiding to Dumbledore or telling herself to herself. She only knew that the more she talked, the more angry she became, and the more she talked, the more she felt unworthy of herself.She raised her head and scanned the entire principal's office, and then her eyes fell on an object that was incompatible with the entire office - a bottle of red wine.

She didn't ask Dumbledore a word, she just drew out her wand and called for the red wine, and two cups by the way.

Seeing Flott's action, Dumbledore couldn't help taking a deep breath: "Flott, put the wine..."

"I found you put this bottle of red wine here when I came to your office in the fifth grade. Don't tell me it's because you don't want to drink it. You don't want to drink it at all." Flotte said, "I know you also Tired, so would you like a drink?"

Dumbledore shook his head, he hadn't had a drink for many years, the last time was with that person...

Flott didn't care about Dumbledore's reaction, but put the two cups on the table, pulled out the corks with her wand, and poured half a cup each, without pouring more. She didn't forget that she was eating now. Taking medicine and drinking alcohol is not a good thing, but she just felt that she was in a panic and wanted to die in a wave.

She put another cup in front of Dumbledore and said, "You don't need to drink it, but I want to pour it for you, just to accompany me once after bombarding me with information all night."

Then he smoothly picked up his own wine glass and touched Dumbledore's wine glass that was still on the table, and was finally swallowed down by Flotte.

"Actually, I once wanted to control this feeling in the past, but it took a long, long time without success." Flotte seemed to be talking to herself, "I don't know if you have ever experienced such a feeling. ..."

"There was, there was once..."

Flott didn't expect Dumbledore to answer like this, she silently put the empty glass back on the table, her expression was a little stunned: "Today is really a wonderful day, but I don't have the energy to gossip about you right now .”

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and waved it, and the wine bottle and glass on the table disappeared in an instant: "Child, drinking is not the solution to the problem, and sometimes it even makes things more and more chaotic."

Flotte said nothing.

"Do you know why I was willing to appoint you as a professor at Hogwarts after knowing your past?"

"We were all preparing for this war at the beginning. Didn't you accept me because our front is unified?"

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile: "I admit this is one of them, but there is another point that you are very similar to me when I was young. We all hurt the closest people around us because of greed. You do it for money , I am for strength."

"Who did you hurt?"

"my little sister."

"None of us have heard you mention it."

"Because I also have things that I dare not face." Dumbledore said slowly, "So at that time, I also hoped that you could find your new direction in Hogwarts."

Flotte fell silent for a while, and suddenly flashed back to her past few years at Hogwarts, and then the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and said: "I think I have indeed found a new direction here. "

"Then my decision seems to be the right one."

"Your old decisions never go wrong."

Dumbledore also laughed happily, but what he didn't tell Flott was that he was once like Flott's current appearance, for that person...

Flotte also felt that it might be time for their conversation to come to an end, but when she was about to say something, her head suddenly started to hurt like a needle prick. It seemed that she really shouldn't drink just now, but now It's too late to say anything.

The headache became more and more severe. She closed her eyes and covered her head vigorously, but there was no relief at all, and even her consciousness began to gradually slacken.When she opened her eyes, she was not in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, but lying... This is Snape's house?Did she survive Voldemort?It seems that she was just a dream mixed with real memories.

But before Flote could fully wake up, the pain that was about to burst hit Flotte again...

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Memories in dreams, half true, half false...