HP's Wretched

As soon as Flotte stepped into the bedroom, she couldn't walk anymore. The part of her face that was hit no longer hurts so much, but a little numb.She slowly moved to the side of the bed and lay down.Tears fell down unconsciously. In fact, when she was hit the second time, she had the urge to cry, but she held back, because there was nothing wrong with shedding tears in front of the man she called her father. Useful, but more likely to be ridiculed.

She still made a mistake, thinking that if she didn't care about it, she could get out of the matter, but she forgot that she had been her father's vent doll since she was a child.It would be great if she was a boy, everything in the family would be hers, and those two people who were born earlier than her would be the people who were reduced to dolls, but if it is, she is a girl .

The room was extremely quiet, very much like the room where she was often locked up. The surroundings of this room seemed to be echoed only by the faint whimpering, and Flotte was unwilling to cry out loud.

A quiet environment can always bring back memories. Flotte began to recall the past events when she was a child, and only her father's angry and indifferent expression like today emerged, nothing else.For so many years since she was a child, Flotte also wanted to do what her father asked, to wait for his father's attention, to get his love, after all, her father was her only elder, but no matter what she did, she would always get nothing but anger and anger. Disdain.After so many years of trying, all her hopes have been polished away.

"Father, come quickly!" This is four-year-old Flotte. At that time, her mother had passed away, but she didn't know how her mother died. She only knew that her father was not willing to play with her. Thinking that her father must be too busy to accompany her, today her father has a rare opportunity to take a vacation, and she wants to give him a big surprise.

"Dad, look at me!" Flotte ran to the big garden at home with her short legs upside down. It was still winter, and the flowers were not in bloom. Unless there were important guests, the family would be happy. There is no magic to make flowers bloom.

Elder Buford leaned on a cane, and reluctantly followed behind the kid who stumbled while running.

Little Flotte stopped at a place full of thorns, and she waved her fleshy little hand to signal her father to hurry up.When she saw that her father was approaching her, she turned to face those branches and forks, closed her watery eyes, and muttered something silently in her heart. With the turning of her palm, all the thorns that covered the path all sprouted and blossomed. Blossoming bewitching roses bloomed in front of Old Buford's eyes.

Flotte slowly opened her eyes, and was very happy to see that she had successfully used her magic. She pulled at the corner of her father's clothes and waited for his praise.

"Dad, happy birthday! Am I amazing!" The childish voice didn't surprise Old Buford.

It is easy for an adult wizard to make a garden of flowers bloom, but for Flotte, who is only four years old, this requires a deep foundation of magic power.

Old Buford was surprised, but also a little proud. His daughter is indeed a rare talent in terms of magic power.

Little Flotte was even happier when she saw her father finally showing a smile to her. The silver bell-like laughter was wandering in the garden, but before Flotte realized what happened, she fell down, wow cry bitterly.

"How long have you been practicing this?" The father, who was smiling just now, seemed to remember something, and suddenly became furious, and kicked little Flotte down. Flotte was too young to bear this at all. Kneeling on the mud surrounded by rose thorns, her face, the back of her hands and arms were covered with bloodstains by layers of thorns. She didn't understand why, and she didn't care about the muddy ground. Covering his face with his hands and crying loudly, Old Buford not only refused to help him up, but also cursed.

"Sinick!" With Old Buford's shout, an elf with an old face flashed out, "Take the young lady to the attic, let her reflect on what she should do and what she should not do."

"Yes, master." Sinek bowed deeply to Old Buford respectfully, snapped his fingers, and disappeared together with Flotte who was still crying.

As the crying disappeared, the surroundings returned to tranquility. The faint sound of the wind hit Old Buford's eardrums. He felt a little regretful in his heart, but looking at the rose field again, his trace of regret was emptied again. Pulled out the magic wand and waved it three times, the beautiful scenery in the garden was gone.

The so-called attic is a room that no one has used for a long time. It has long been used as a utility room. This room is full of dust and messy everywhere. As soon as you enter the door, there is a musty smell that hits your nose.

Sinek brought Fluote here, didn't clean it up, and left with a snap of his fingers, because the master didn't ask to improve the environment here, so he wouldn't take much care of it.

Little Flotte was in a corner, she was still crying, she didn't know what she did wrong just now, and she didn't know what she should do now, she just kept crying.She wanted to cry louder, her father might let her out when she heard it, and she even wanted her sister to rescue her after she heard it, but she cried for too long, her voice was already hoarse, and she couldn't cry anymore, instead she cried softly.

The room was extremely quiet, and the only echoes in it were screams and the rustling of something unknown.Little Flotte finally stopped crying because of her hoarse throat and too much dust. She coughed violently several times, trying to soothe her throat like this, but her throat was still dry, and there was only dust and darkness around here.

Little Flotte, who had been sitting in the dark for a long time, was already thirsty and tired. She no longer guarded against the monsters in the dark, but rubbed her already dry eyes, curled up in a corner, and buried her face in the Between her knees, resisting the darkness and fear like this, she gradually fell asleep.

I don't know how long it has passed, the utility room is still so quiet, but those small voices still surround here, Flote slowly wakes up from her sleep because of the abnormal movement in her body, she thinks that the one who wakes her up is the person holding the delicious food. The outer flower (belonging to Flotte's own elf), but the fact is so unsatisfactory.She opened her eyes, and what appeared in front of her was still the dilapidated house. As for the abnormal movement on her body, it seemed that something was writhing in her clothes.

Flotte reached into the large wizard robe, shaking the robe with one hand, and catching the thing that was moving in the clothes with the other.

Just as the panicked creature was about to escape from the shackles of the robe, little Flotte reached out and caught it.It was really big and fluffy, and it kept wriggling in Fluote's hands, trying to escape her grasp.The room was too dark, and Flotte didn't know what it was, she thought it was a little black rabbit.Seeing that the "little rabbit" was struggling too hard and might escape from her palm, she increased her grip, but who would have thought that the "little rabbit" began to scream in despair, and the piercing voice could not be heard at that moment. The empty room is even more deafening.Flotte was terrified now, the little rabbit wouldn't howl so horribly, what kind of monster was in her hands.

Little Flotte was already panicked, and she also started to cry loudly, she didn't dare to let go, she was afraid that if she let go, the monster in her hand would eat her, just when she didn't know what to do, the scream The "squeak" sound suddenly raised the pitch, which was extremely terrifying, but when a smelly and slightly hot liquid rushed towards the face, the "squeak" sound disappeared completely, even the The hands that kept twisting also stopped.

Flotte stopped crying, now she only felt that her hands and face were covered with fishy-smelling liquid, and what entered her mouth was a kind of fishy-sweet, she instinctively noticed, This "monster" would not hurt itself anymore, so he opened his palm and threw the sticky, hairy piece of meat far away, as if he could still hear the sound of it rubbing against the ground due to inertia.Little Flotte felt that her hands and face were covered with hot liquid, and the moist feeling made her feel very uncomfortable, so she rubbed her snot on her clothes like ordinary children, He wiped his face with his sleeve again.The liquid on her face was much less than before, but the heat also decreased a lot, and there was even a hint of coolness around her body, and the fishy smell mixed with the musty smell in the room began to become more pungent.

Little Flotte was still nestled in that corner, she was used to the darkness here, she tightened her body to resist the cold outside, and stayed there in a daze.

"Little master!" The closed door opened quietly with a shout, and the light factor from outside came in. Flotte, who had long been accustomed to the darkness, squinted her eyes because of the dazzling light, and a small figure appeared impressively. At the door is Waiduo.

"Waiduo? Take me out quickly!" Seeing that it was a familiar person who came to liberate her, little Flotte couldn't help crying and begged Waiduo.

"The master only asked me to deliver meals to the little master, and Waiduo was not allowed to take the little master out. Waiduo is really useless! Really useless!" Waiduo put the dinner plate on an old table, and then picked up a piece of food at random. He beat himself on the head with a wooden stick to vent his guilt.

After a whole day of dark torment, little Flotte's nerves were already fragile. Seeing Waiduo "bang bang bang bang bang bang" on her head, she burst into tears in fright. Seeing the little master crying, Waiduo quickly put down the stick and ran to the The little master comforted me.

"Little master, don't cry, the master said, as long as the little master obediently obeys the master, does not do what the master does not allow, and completes the tasks assigned by the master, the master will not lock up the little master again."

"Really? Flotte rubbed her eyes that were swollen from crying with her little dirty hands, and looked at Waiduo with a hint of joy.

"Of course it's true."

"Then I will definitely listen to my father's words in the future, and I will not make him unhappy, and be my good daughter." Little Flotte stopped crying, and she seemed to have found the reason, but unfortunately she never knew the truth.

Seeing that the little master stopped crying, Waiduo snapped his fingers and lit up all the oil lamps here. Only after it was lit did he realize that something was really wrong with this house.

When Waiduo first entered the room, she smelled a bloody smell, but seeing that the little master was fine, she didn't care. It was only when the oil lamp was turned on that she saw a streak of blood appeared on the dusty wooden floor. A long bloodstain, the bloodstain washed away all the dust on the ground, and stretched straight to the bottom of an old floor cabinet. At the end of the bloodstain was a black mouse. The belly of the black mouse was turned upwards. The pink intestines have long been exposed, dragging on the floor, as if some pressure has squeezed its whole body like a balloon, and look at little Flotte, her hands and face are covered with small wounds, But the dark red bloodstains on the clothes on the hands, face, and clothes were displayed in front of Waiduo with a hint of horror.

"Little master, has your magic power exploded again?"

Flotte blinked at Waiduo, but didn't speak, because she didn't know.

"Little master, do you feel unwell? Let Waiduo show you." Waiduo approached Flotte, stretched out her skinny hands, burst out a yellow halo, and swam over Flotte's body Waiduo breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing serious.

Since there was no serious problem, she didn't need to report to the master. She simply tidied up the room, cleaned up the corpse of the mouse, cleaned the blood on Flote, and told Flotte to finish her meal before leaving, and Leave the lamp for Flotte.

Flotte sat on a small bed that had been cleaned up, and used her magic power to turn the light off and on for a while. In fact, she didn't know how she did it. Anyway, she just wanted to do it. After a while, she got tired of playing with it. , and rummaged around in the junk pile to play again, there were no old toys, but a few old books, unfortunately she couldn't read very well, but she could understand pictures and memorize symbols, wouldn't this ancient rune be like Are the icons the same?

After this time, Flotte never dared to resist and disobey her father, because she knew that if she did not obey her father, she would be imprisoned here, hungry, and sleep in a cold environment, in fact, she also knew , her father never treated her as well as the other two daughters, but she didn't know why, she just heard from the mouth of the elves that her father hoped to be a boy, but gave birth to such a daughter, she How much I wish I was a boy and could be loved by my father. In order to make my father happy and like her, she learned to read words and expressions, speak polite words, practice a sweet mouth, and even lose the fun of childhood as an ordinary child.If her father asked her to play with the client's children, she had to play with the children she didn't like, and if her father asked her to go to a businessman to win his liking, she had to be obedient.But not only did her father not love her, he even punished her for confinement, either because she used magic power indiscriminately, or because she had no talent for making potions, even though she had memorized the potion book by heart.

The small black room is closed a lot, and she has already studied those ancient books thoroughly, which is a kind of luck.

After so many years, she has grown up and understood many things.She knew that no matter what she did, he couldn't get her father's real concern. She was like that donkey with a carrot tied in front of her. That hypocritical father's love was the driving force behind her father's drive, but that carrot, she It is never possible to bite.

"Flott, you're going to Hogwarts soon, and there's one thing you have to do there."

Flotte didn't speak, she was used to the various demands her father put on her.

"You have to monitor Orion."

surveillance?Why?Even though she had doubts in her heart, Flotte didn't say it out. Instead, she remained extremely quiet, waiting for her father's next words.

Old Buford seemed very satisfied with her quiet behavior, so he continued: "She will marry her fiancé as soon as she graduates. I don't want her to have bad rumors at Hogwarts."

Flotte was stunned for a moment, and didn't agree to her father right away, but looked up into his father's eyes. Sure enough, she got a kind of cunning from it, and it seemed that everything was for the benefit of the family.

Old Buford saw that Flotte was still silent, so he calmed down and persuaded: "This marriage is very important, and it is not to harm your sister. If something happens to her, our business will suffer great damage. "

Flotte didn't think too much about it, she had no right to refuse, she simply nodded and agreed to supervise Orion.

Old Buford finally smiled at Flotte's obedience, but he never expected that his grown-up daughter would finally know what rebellion is and what is beneficial to him.