HP's Wretched

"Principal, I brought this thing for you."

When I said this, it had been a while since the second half of the year started, and the weather was gradually getting warmer. There was no longer a stove burning in the principal's office as in winter, but Dumbledore sitting at the desk Still wearing the long silver robe, looking at Flote is idle.

"Flott, thank you for your hard work." Dumbledore stopped writing and raised his eyes to look at Flott, then passed Flott to make sure that no one was following her, and then continued, "Take out the things and let me see." one time."

Flote nodded, opened the black velvet bag hanging from her waist, then put her hand into the bag, fumbled for a few seconds, and pulled out a silver sword from it neatly.Her hand caressed the gleaming ruby ​​on the hilt of the sword, and the silver sword was so smooth that it could still reflect a figure.Flott carefully handed the silver sword, which was exactly the same as Gryffindor's sword, to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore carefully observed the details of the silver sword from beginning to end, and after a while, he said, "This fake sword is well made, and it should be able to confuse the real one."

"According to rumors, the sword of Gryffindor was handed by a group of goblins back then, so I think that if you want to make it realistic enough, you have to go through the hands of goblins once."

"It's really a good imitation, even the magic fluctuations on it are the same as the real thing."

Of course, she didn't even look at who Flotte was looking for.But having said that, I really have to thank Snape for this. If it weren't for his necklace, Flott might never have thought of the goblin's talent in alchemy.

Dumbledore scanned the fake Gryffindor sword from top to bottom again, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with it, he raised his head and said, "The thing about the fake sword..."

"Don't worry, no one knows about this fake sword. Even the goblin who made this sword took my money and I forgot about it." Flott knew what Dumbledore was thinking about. , so before he finished speaking, he replied with a smile, "If you are still worried, there is still time to silence."

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile: "You handled it very well, you know that I have never supported the method of silence."

"Yes, I know. After all, I have worked with Remus, Kingsley, and Tonks for a while. I also understand the style of the Order of the Phoenix. I follow your rules. .”

"Well, I like enlightened ones." Dumbledore joked deliberately.

Although Flotte curled her lips in cooperation, she was thinking about it, and then said hesitantly: "Since I have wasted so much energy and financial resources to build this fake sword, can you tell me about... ..."

"About the purpose of this fake Gryffindor sword?" Dumbledore automatically completed the words.

"I can guess the purpose of this fake sword. It is nothing more than to fool Death Eaters and the Dark Lord. I mainly want to ask what you plan to use the real sword for?" Flott asked tentatively, "I guess you want to keep Give……"

"Son, during this period, I hope you don't think too much, let alone guess."

"Principal, you also know how difficult it is to make this sword, not to mention that I searched almost all of Asia for the ruby ​​on the hilt to find such a sword that is similar to the real one, even the smelted fake sword The silver bricks of the body are all a waste of effort. Since I have been so caring and wasted so much energy and financial resources, shouldn't I know the reason why I did this."

"The reason..." Dumbledore dragged his voice deliberately, "The reason is as you said, to fool Voldemort."

Flotte arched her nose resentfully, and her tone was a little impatient: "I don't want to make too many preparations with you, are you going to leave this real sword to Harry?"

"Severus told you?"

When Dumbledore mentioned Snape, Flott panicked a little, she quickly shook her head: "No, I haven't spoken to him since the beginning of school."

Not only did she not speak, even Mian Flotte avoided it.Others shyly hid after they said it out of embarrassment, but Flotte hid because she was afraid of being knocked out and taken away. Why are they so different?

Dumbledore pushed up the crescent eyes that fell on the bridge of his nose, and his tone seemed to be a little joking: "I thought you were all right, didn't you all talk about it?"

Flotte, who is usually very thick-skinned, rarely had her ears turn red at this moment, but it was only for a moment, and she immediately realized how Dumbledore knew that the two of them had talked about it.Shouldn't...

Flott raised her eyebrows, her eyes fell on Dumbledore's blue pupils.

"That's not how I found out," Dumbledore argued, "That day with Severus...it wasn't what you thought, boy."

Dumbledore is suffering in his heart, he is about to go to heaven, and he has to maintain his character...

Flotte pursed her lips, and said in a stuttering voice, "That's the problem, after all."

"You young people are also interesting, let's talk about it..."

"Young man?" Flotte couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth, "Although the two of us are not as old as you, we are already four years old anyway... Besides, you don't know why I avoid him , he is still eager to find a chance to knock me out and send me away."

"Silly boy, you two stay in the same school every day, if he really wants to send you away, how could he not find a chance for so long?"

Flotte fell silent.

"He is also hesitating, Flott." Dumbledore put the sword on the table, although he did not turn his head to look at Flott, but Flott could still observe the accumulation of years in Dumbledore's eyes, "People's hearts are fleshy. No one likes to be alone when they are born. The company that accumulates every moment is not something that can be gotten rid of by being cruel. But in his heart, in this situation, it is impossible not to get rid of it. You also know why he had to send you out of England, don't you?"

Flote nodded, yes, she knew, of course she knew why.

"So since some things have been made clear, why don't you face them? No matter what the outcome is, whether to go or stay, at least say it out, and face it, so you won't regret it. Don't be like ……never mind."

What Dumbledore didn't finish was actually to tell Flott, don't be like him, who is about to go to heaven, and the scenes of life are full of regret, especially in the end. A chance to meet that old friend who was locked up in the Nurmengard Tower...

Flotte was still nodding her head following Dumbledore's words, her expression was also lost, but nodding this way, Flott suddenly felt that something was wrong.Didn't they just talk about the sword of Gryffindor? Why did the topic suddenly shift to her relationship issue?

I'm afraid it's not a deliberate change of subject, is it?

Flotte put away the idiot expression just now, the corner of her mouth twitched again, and said, "Okay, don't change the subject, let's talk about the sword of Gryffindor! Why did you leave it to Harry? ? Are you going to let Harry persuade the Dark Lord to give up his wand and have a confrontation with cold weapons, or let him take this shining sword to assassinate him?"

"Flotte, you promised me that you should not ask about some things you shouldn't know."

"That's fine, I won't ask about this matter. You have to tell me about the other matter. You also know that when you... as soon as you leave, Hogwarts will be under the jurisdiction of the Death Eaters, but Even with me, Severus, and Minerva, we can't stop the Dark Lord's intention to kill Harry, so will Harry be protected by the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Harry and his three children will not appear at Hogwarts."

"You didn't answer my question..."

"It will protect, but not forever. You know, Flotte, the more comprehensive the protection, the more it will attract the attention of the Death Eaters, and no matter how powerful the protection spell is, it will fail sooner or later. On that day, because of Harry, Voldemort will pay all the price to find him and break this layer of protection. Instead of giving them a clear goal, it is better to completely hide this goal in the whole of Britain, and they also have their own mission .”

Dumbledore said a series of words, but all these words turned into fantasy in Flott's ears: "You mean, those three children can't go back to school, and the Order of the Phoenix can't protect them , the rest of the result is a wandering all over the UK! No, this war will not end in a day or two, and it may not even end in a year or two! It may be ten years! You are going to let these three children live and sleep , and then you have to complete the tasks you assigned? Principal Dumbledore, you must tell me that the tasks of these three children will definitely be assisted by members of the Order of the Phoenix, right?"

"Everyone has their own mission, and..."

"You mean that there is no one to assist them?" Flott understood what he meant before Dumbledore finished speaking, "Is it true that you capable leaders and great wizards are quite neurotic? ? It's all ridiculous?"

Flotte's current mood can't care whether she should say this or not.

"The dark lord is a madman, ridiculously treats one child as an enemy, and asks another child to kill you. Your side is not much better, let three children who have not yet graduated run amok in England to avoid all Death Eaters , I have to do the task according to your request, what are you thinking...cough cough cough cough cough." Before Flotte could say anything, she suddenly coughed violently.

Dumbledore saw Flotte bending over and about to cough out his lungs, so he quickly summoned a glass of honey water with magic, then helped Flott onto the chair, and helped the water flow down.

"Why are you so good, coughing so badly?"

"It's okay, but the lungs are a little bad. Recently, the problem has indeed increased." Flotte swallowed the last bit of water into her throat and said, "I haven't stopped the medicine, but the effect seems to be not as good as before."

Especially after she escaped from Voldemort's hands this time, her condition has worsened a lot. It seems that the side effects of those few pills are indeed not simple, but it's no wonder, who made the medicines more effective than each other.

"However... I can also predict the current state. It was the entire internal organs and six lungs that were injured at the beginning, and they have been maintained by potions, so it is normal to start to fail now." Flotte put the cup back on the table, The expression on her face was exceptionally calm, as if she was not talking about her illness, "Besides, in the past few years, in order to restore mana, I have desperately raised my soul to purify, or to purify in the opposite direction, so it has also caused difficulty in the body and soul. Fusion, maybe someday, I will either die from backlash, or the body can't hold down the soul, let it jump out and cover something."

Listening to Flotte talking about the soul, Dumbledore's eyes drooped inexplicably, as if he was thinking about something.

If it weren't for the fact that Flott's chest was full of tightness now, how could it be possible for someone who has always been able to read words and expressions to not notice the rare change in Dumbledore's expression like today.Tired by the pain, Flott didn't think too deeply, only thinking that Dumbledore was worried about herself.

"Okay, you don't need to worry about me. Although this war will last for a few more years, I can survive for two or three years if I don't want to die. I'm trying my best to live. .Since it is something I promised you, then I have no reason not to complete it."

After all, didn't she agree that she had to accompany Severus to the end.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, just retracted his thoughts just now, and returned his expression to the original one.

"But principal, the topic just now is not over yet. Is it wrong for you to let those three children take such risks? They are really just children..."

"Flot, do you trust my plan?"

"what?"

"In this game of chess, do you trust me?"

Flotte frowned slightly, and said without hesitating for too long, "I believe."

Dumbledore still smiled kindly as usual.He picked up the fake sword on the table, turned around and said to Flotte: "Since you believe it, then take this sword and do what I told you."

Flott's brows still did not loosen, but she still took the sword in her hand: "Don't worry, I will give the sword to Severus at the right time. As for the tasks you gave, many of them are actually unnecessary. I have been a professor for so many years, how could I not protect my students."

"I know this."

"Then...principal, can you answer my last question?"

"Go ahead."

"At that time, you know...that's..." Flotte couldn't continue speaking intermittently, but she knew that Dumbledore would understand what she meant, "...when?"

"June NO.30. I think you'll feel it coming."

Flotte clenched her sword tightly and did not speak, June NO.30, the day is coming soon...

Dumbledore looked at Flott's reaction and automatically took over the topic: "You came in too hastily just now, I forgot to tell you about Draco's injury."

"What!!? Xiaolong was injured? What's going on!"

"Don't worry, he's lying in the school hospital now, and there's nothing serious about it, but you can go and have a look."

"Okay, I'll go and see that child now." After finishing speaking, Flotte put the sword back into the black velvet bag, got up and prepared to leave the office door.

But just as he turned around and was about to walk away, Dumbledore added, "Severus is probably guarding the side."

"..." Flotte paused, scolding in her heart: The old man is very bad.But he didn't turn his head to say anything, and went straight out of the office door.

It's a good thing to do when it's over.Dumbledore looked at the place where Flott left with a smile and thought...

……

In the school hospital, Flotte was sitting on the edge of Draco's hospital bed, holding Draco's hand in her hand, staring at the sleeping boy on the bed, if she hadn't tucked Draco occasionally Quilt, from time to time to smooth Draco's hair, looking from a distance, I really think Flote is just sitting there.

But in this school hospital, Flotte is really not the only one who is fascinated...

Snape had been out of the school hospital for a while, and as soon as he stepped out, he saw the man he hadn't seen for a long time, who was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed not far away.

They haven't seen each other for a while, and even the potions for the past few months have been left at the door by Flotte to get them.Yes, part of the reason for not seeing each other was that Flott was avoiding him, but in fact only Snape knew, and part of the reason was because of him...

After coming out of the inner room of the school hospital, Snape didn't take a step forward, he just stood there stupidly, his eyes fell on Flott's body.

Snape knew why Flott avoided him.Then why was he unwilling to face Flotte? In fact, he didn't want to admit this reason, but it was also the fact that he himself began to hesitate.

Yes, it was on the matter of letting Flutte leave England that he hesitated.

The hand beside Snape clenched slightly, his eyes still did not leave Flotte's body, the whole person seemed peaceful and tranquil, but he didn't know that it was like a war between heaven and man in his heart, hesitating.

Now is a good time to draw a wand, a spell and a repaired necklace, and all problems can be solved.

But no matter how good the opportunity was, no matter how simple the matter was, Snape's right hand seemed to have a heavy burden, but he still couldn't hold the wand in his hand and shoot at Flott.

This entanglement may have been buried in the bottom of his heart at the moment Narcissa informed him that Flote was arrested, and this hesitation of not being able to lift his hand may also be stationed in his mind along with the mutual confession that day.

Snape, who was at war between man and nature, thought that the school hospital would always be as silent as it is now, until the moment he made a decision.But in the end, the one who broke it was really not him.

"Severus, you've been standing there for so long, aren't you still planning how to knock me out and take me away?"

Flott had sensed Snape standing not far behind her very early on. It could even be said that Flott had already felt it when Snape came out of the back room.There was no way, the intuition that Snape was beside her was somehow always so effective.

Snape didn't answer Flott's words, but stepped away from Flott step by step.

"How time flies, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. We are old, and Draco has grown up too." Flott still did not turn her head to look at Snape, but turned to Snape. His eyes were still fixed on Draco who was sleeping.Flotte's voice was not loud, and even the volume of echoes in the huge school hospital seemed too subtle.

"But after so many years, I can still remember the naughty things about this kid when he was a child, especially when I went back to see him, this kid would always point to the bruises on his legs and keep saying Talking to me: 'Godmother, godmother, look, I fell while riding a chopstick, but I didn't cry.'”

"Tsk, this child has grown up so much now, why does he still like to injure himself all over?"

Snape didn't take up Flott's words, but drew out his wand from his cuff.It's just that the wand was not used on Flott to faint, but cast a spell on the two of them to close their ears.

Noticing this action, Flotte's original fear of facing and wanting to avoid it completely calmed down. She is not stupid. Just now Snape stood behind her for so long and did not make a move. Now that he is given a chance, he will No, what is this, a change of mind?Still indecisive?

No matter what guesses were in her heart, Flott, who was sitting by the bed, did not look up at Snape who was standing beside her.It's just that Flotte didn't respond, but Snape spoke.

"I am also partly responsible for what happened to Draco today. It was Shenfeng Wuying who hurt him."

"Who used Shenfeng Wuying?"

"Potter."

"Because I read your book?"

"Ah."

Flotte sighed softly, her eyes still fell on Draco and did not leave: "At that time Dumbledore also told me that Draco was injured, but he didn't tell me the reason, I didn't expect it to be because ..."

"That kid Potter must have found something."

"Harry has been sensitive since he was a child, and he is very sensitive to everything." Flotte said indifferently, deliberately not following Snape's train of thought, and still looked at Draco with a calm and gentle look, " You talk about Xiaolong, he is long and long, he didn't inherit his father's business mind, let alone the courage in his mother's bones, even this fight didn't follow my temperament, and he even lost to Gryffindor, shame on you."

When Flotte said this, she deliberately stretched out her hand in a punitive way and gently pinched Draco's white and tender cheek.

Hearing what Flotte said, Snape who was standing beside him couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Flotte choked her neck in displeasure, squinted at the man and said, "Hmph, why do you want to refute me? Is it about fighting? I don't know if someone still remembers, just in On a certain day a few months ago, I, a patient who has not recovered from a long illness, escaped from someone's hands without the strength to fight."

It's good not to mention this matter, but when it was mentioned, Snape's face sank, and the air-conditioning on his body began to radiate uncontrollably.

If any student at Hogwarts were present at this scene, they would probably be panic-stricken, but Flotte was different, she enjoyed Snape's frantic look.

Flott didn't care about Snape's reaction, but continued to talk about Draco: "Actually, it's good that Xiaolong didn't follow us. I didn't want him to go like Lucius. A wrong path, such a simple and happy life, loved and loved by someone, how nice it would be to not worry about it for the rest of my life."

As he spoke, the voice began to tremble uncontrollably: "But now, in this situation, it's all like this... hey, why isn't the Dark Lord who killed the Heavenly Sword dead? He was there when we were young, and there is no one in the magic world. Yi Ningri, this...we are getting old, why do we still have to think about fighting this lunatic every day, it's really interesting."

Flotte closed her eyes for a moment to calm herself down, and opened her eyes again after a few seconds. She stopped looking at her godson and raised her head to look at the person standing beside her. snape.

"Severus, I've given you a chance here. I've been talking nonsense to you in front of you for so long just now, but why didn't you see me knock me out and send me away according to your idea? Did you not want me to go away? "

Snape's expression had returned to normal, but his eyes were blank for the first time in so many years, and his deep voice was more hoarse than usual: "I don't know either."

"It can make you hesitate, and I am the only one in the world." Flotte said with a smile, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, when will you study the reverse spell of Shenfeng Wuying?" from?"

"It seems that the year the Dark Lord just disappeared, I came to Hogwarts to work, and it was created inexplicably."

"Then...do you still remember when we were in school, when I secretly learned your Shenfeng Wuying, and saw what you said when you were studying its reversing spell?"

Snape recalled it for a while, and said: "You said that I don't need to waste time on reversing spells. The subtlety and horror of black magic lies in its irreversibility. Why, do you think this remark is so stupid to you You don’t even want to recall it alone, let me help you remember it?”

Flott gave Snape a sideways look: "Say it as if you were as smart in the past, each other."

"I, just looking at Xiaolong here today, reminded us of the past, the choices we made for the sake of wealth, power, and power. We made wrong choices at every step, and in the end, not only did we lose nothing, but we also lost everything. All." Flotte's voice floated, as if talking to herself.

This soliloquy seemed to bring up the past in Snape's mind, he frowned slightly, and his fingers behind his back trembled: "What are you thinking about so much, there is no medicine for regret in this world, we will never go back to the past Choose again."

"Yes, we really can't choose again, but at least our choice now is related to whether we will regret it in the future." Flott turned around and rushed towards Snape, raised her head and asked very seriously, "Severer Let me ask you, if you really choose to push me out of the UK in the end, will you have a day of regret."

Snape's lips moved, but no sound came out.Yes, send Flote away. He will face all the loneliness and darkness for the rest of his life alone, and he may never have the chance to see Flotte again until he dies. For half a lifetime, never seeing each other, it is difficult and I will regret it.

But if Flote was allowed to stay here and participate in the turmoil of this war, he would regret it even more.

Flott looked at Snape's expression, and knew exactly what he was thinking in his heart: "You will regret whether you choose to send or stay. No choice will be perfect in your heart, right, Severus. Since you If you don’t know how to make a decision, it’s better to listen to me.”

"Severus, if I leave here to escape the war, leave this school, leave my students, leave my friends, leave my godson, and what's more terrible, I will leave you. Then I I think, in the next few years that I have left, I will definitely regret it to death."

Snape turned his gaze away from Flott's face, fearing that he would sink so deep into Flott's determined eyes: "If you stay, I'm afraid you will regret it even more. "

Maybe Flott should have kept the next sentence in her heart, but she didn't want to do it anymore: "Severus, I haven't made a few right choices in my life, but there is one choice I have never made." I have never regretted it, that is, I have always stayed by your side."

That is always by your side.These words floated gently into Snape's heart like a feather, and a sense of uneasiness and restlessness floated out.

Flott couldn't tell whether Snape's expression was happy or angry, and she didn't know what Snape's heart was like at the moment.But now that she has taken this step and said the words that are kept in her heart day and night, she has no reason to retreat: "Since you haven't made a decision for so long, why don't you let me make a decision?" If I choose for myself once, I choose to be by your side, okay?"

Time in the entire school hospital seemed to have stopped at this moment, but neither of them was at peace, as if they had finally found an inch of exit, saw a glimmer of light, and wanted to struggle to get out, but they were pushed out rationally. stopped.

Flotte's hands tightened her robe uneasily, but her eyes never flinched from looking at the person in front of her. Flotte couldn't sense the speed and slowness of time passing, and now she just wanted to wait for his reaction .

Snape lowered his eyes for a moment, raised his right hand and slowly took out the necklace he had always carried with him from his pocket, and drew a magic circle on it with his thumb, then handed it to Flott in front of him and said: "The restriction I have already canceled the magic circle, put it on, what medicine should be in it and when to take it, you should also use your Jingui's brain to remember, I don't have so much time to worry about you."

Listening to Snape's answer, Flott's first reaction was not joy, but inexplicable stunned.

"Reach out and catch." Snape deliberately made his voice sound menacing, so as to cover up the panic in his heart at this moment.

Flotte mechanically raised her hand to catch the necklace that Snape handed over, and then replayed what Snape just said countless times in her mind, and then she came to a conclusion after a while: it was a matter of accepting her. up?

The reaction this time can be said to be the slowest in Flotte's history. When she really came back to it and raised her head, the person in front of her was no longer standing beside her, but was about to walk out with big strides. , seems eager to escape here as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute, come back!" Flotte held the necklace in her hand and shouted at the back of the dead bat.

Snape stopped in a panic, hesitated for a moment before regaining his senses, and sure enough, he saw the extremely malicious Flotte sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, and Snape asked with a dark face, "What are you doing?" ?”

"This chain is not easy to wear, you have to help me put it on."