HP's Wretched

When she entered the principal's office again, although the layout of the room and the placement of items hadn't changed in the slightest, Flotte still felt very strange, perhaps because the familiar old man had completely disappeared.

Flotte took a deep breath, suppressed the boredom and sadness in her heart, and stepped into the office step by step.The original mahogany table was still standing there, but the person sitting on the chair was gone, replaced by the old man with white beard who was dozing off on the chair in the extra oil painting beside him.

Flotte tried her best to pull out a smirk, and as usual, tried her best to scare the old man, even the tone of her speech was the same as before: "Okay, Dumbledore, don't pretend Asleep, it's me, not Severus."

The old man in the painting shook for a moment, opened his blue eyes, and smiled exactly as he did when he was alive: "You won't believe me if I tell you, I really fell asleep just now."

Flote curled her lips without saying a word.

"And Severus, I think he should show up in this office now, and dress it up as he wants, because the freshman will be entering Hogwarts soon, and he has a lot to do."

Flotte no longer stared at the portrait, but walked around the office to the desk, and replied: "I think he is still working on the follow-up of the last task you gave him, you You know that mission is difficult, right?"

"The last mission? The mission that helped me get rid of it?" Dumbledore in the portrait asked knowingly, "If it was that mission, he did a good job and succeeded, but I don't think it is necessary to deal with the follow-up of the mission. Long."

Flotte turned and rolled her eyes at the portrait: "It's really strange that I'm discussing its death with another portrait. It seems that I made the wrong choice to come to this office first. In fact, I also thought that others would be there It appeared here, after all, I haven't seen him for half a month..."

"It's right for you to do this, you have to avoid suspicion, you can't let Minerva and the others know that your relationship with Severus is as usual, you have to..."

"I know what I'm going to do!" Flotte growled in a low voice, "Merlin, you've become a portrait, and it was your plan to open and shut your mouth. Don't worry, I even drank poison to hide it from them. Not to mention, the medicine is really powerful, and I still haven't recovered from the spit of blood."

Dumbledore in the portrait shrugged and said, "Perhaps as a portrait, I really lack a bit of humanity when I was alive."

As soon as these words entered Flotte's ears, the little fire that had just ignited in her heart was extinguished in an instant, and the sadness that had just been suppressed reappeared in the extinguished part. Yes, she just talked to a pair of The portrait is angry, and then yells at a person who no longer exists in the world...

Flotte turned her face away again, she didn't want the portrait to see the sour sadness behind the fake smile.After closing her eyes to calm down for a while, Flotte opened her eyes again, as if vindictively fixed her gaze on the principal's chair not far from her.

"Principals hanging on the wall..." Flotte raised the corners of her lips, looked around at the portraits, and spoke softly with some blatantly malicious intentions, "My next move may be a bit over the top , but you must remember that I respect you very much in my heart."

Before the portraits on the wall could react, Flotte sat down on the leather chair in front of the principal's desk without hesitation with a smirk on her lips.

"I didn't expect this chair to be more comfortable than I imagined. No wonder Dumbledore you don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic. How can the ministerial chair be as comfortable as this chair?"

Flotte leaned back and enjoyed a false sense of satisfaction, and the oil paintings on the wall couldn't sit still: "Get up, you are disrespectful to everyone in the room."

"A whole room of people? You are all portraits." Flotte murmured with her eyes closed.

"That is also your ancestor, your elder!"

"Anyway, there are no chairs to sit on, so what's the matter if I sit down!" Flotte deliberately raised her legs, "Don't tell me, I used to have a small plan for my career plan. Why did you drive Severer away?" I should have directly planned to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, tsk tsk tsk ~ but now it seems that it will definitely not be completed."

"The little girl's tone is not small." I don't know which principal's portrait said it.

"Little girl? I'm really too young in your eyes."

Next, the portraits on the wall said something, and Flotte, who was sitting in the principal's chair, replied, while Dumbledore, who was hanging on the east wall, watched the scene with a smile and did not interrupt.Flote, who is very cool in the portrait, closed her eyes for a moment, and felt that everyone in the room was still alive, arguing with her endlessly.

Flotte was leaning against the back of the chair, crossing her legs, closing her eyes, enjoying the debate, when the door of the principal's office was suddenly pushed open with a "click". Immediately jumped up from the chair timidly, and started an awkward five-second eye contact with the person who had just entered the door.

Snape had actually heard the commotion in the room before he opened the door, he would not fail to hear who was rebelling in the principal's office, saying in his heart that someone was naive, but acted like a blob and didn't give orders. Walking through the aisle, he walked to the door quietly and silently, giving a special "surprise" to the person inside. Sure enough, Snape was very satisfied with the response from the other party, and also swept away the depression and depression in his heart these days. collapse.

During the five seconds that Flott and Snape looked at each other, Flott was really surprised and happy. The surprise was that someone he hadn't seen in half a month appeared in front of him, and the joy was that he Emerging unscathed, at least for now it appears to be unscathed.

The excitement in his head wanted to rush over to confirm it carefully, but his rationality prevented it. After all... this scene is not suitable enough.

Flotte tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that couldn't be restrained, hiding the joy in her eyes.After everything calmed down, Flotte continued to sit on the principal's chair again, returning to the provocative posture just now, as if that kind of difference had never appeared before.

Well, it's much more exciting to provoke the current headmaster than the previous headmaster.

Of course Snape caught the joy and excitement that was about to overflow in Flott's eyes, and at the same time he also saw the restrained emotions.Snape laughed at Flott's naive provocative behavior in his heart, but he opened his mouth and said with Flott: "You..."

The two found out that they had spoken in unison, so they agreed to stop talking, and waited for the other party to speak first, but what they waited for was another burst of tacit silence.Flotte sighed softly, and gave Snape a look with a smile to let him speak first.

"How is your injury?"

"It's nothing serious. Madam Pomfrey treated me well, but I'm already weak. Maybe... I need to recover for a while." The second half of Flotte's words were a little guilty, she raised her eyes, Sure enough, I saw Snape with the expression of who told me you deserve it.

Flott curled her lips, and deliberately added: "It's worth it, anyway, they all believed it, and Minerva (Professor McGonagall) comforted me while scolding you for being a white-eyed wolf."

Snape's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "This effect doesn't explain anything, it can be achieved as if I knocked you out."

Flott gave Snape a sidelong glance and didn't bother to continue the argument, and raised the question she was most concerned about: "Where is the Dark Lord..."

"Draco's fine, and I'm..."

When Snape said this to himself, he seemed to hesitate for two seconds, and Flott was slightly startled. Could it be that these words were lying to her.

"It's not hurt." Snape knew what Flott was thinking.When he said he was fine, he hesitated for a while. He was not injured, but he was still "slightly punished" by Voldemort.

However, there is no need to tell Flotte about the small punishment, and it will make her worry in vain.

Snape's repeated confirmation did make Flott's heart a little more secure.She opened her mouth to ask more questions, but it was still inconvenient to say more in this office.

The portrait of Dumbledore hanging on the wall was rare and kind. He waited for the two people to finish what they had to say before he said leisurely: "I think we still have a lot of tasks to explain, don't you two... Uh, teacher? I feel awkward calling your children as a portrait."

Snape's eyes were still fixed on the floorboards, and he didn't look at Dumbledore's portrait, maybe out of guilt, maybe out of reproach, maybe out of guilt.

"The Dark Lord asked me to hand over the Gryffindor sword." Snape's face was indifferent, but in fact he still felt extremely awkward about what he wanted to say, "If I guess correctly, it might be given to Bella Trix keeps it. So...do I need to hand it over, or try to fool me..."

"I've already anticipated this matter, and it's been resolved." In the portrait, Dumbledore sat on a chair and tilted his head to look at Snape, who didn't want to meet his gaze.

Listening to Dumbledore's order, Flott took out the fake Gryffindor sword from the pouch she was carrying with a little pride.

Snape frowned, and said in an extremely dissatisfied voice: "Flott, why can everything have something to do with you?"

"My relationship with the Order of the Phoenix has been unclear for a long time. Except that I am not interested in joining the somewhat poor Justice League, I have no fewer tasks than you." Flotte sat on the principal's chair, leaning against the At the table, looking at Snape with his head on his hands, he said without hesitation.

Observing Snape's eyes narrowing gradually, Flott felt that she should let it go as soon as it was good.Putting away this lazy provocative gesture, Flotte took out another two-page list from the fleece bag, "And when you were away during this period, I also sorted out the list of new students. This kind of task is usually Vice-Principal Minerva did it, and you know why she didn't do it this time."

"Flotte, I remember that your main task is not to get rid of the relationship with me? You sorting out the list like this is not in line with your temperament that you would rather self-harm than complete the task."

Flotte rolled her eyes at that person, she might never get over the matter of vomiting blood after drinking the medicine: "Don't worry, I made a fake one and left it for her, anyway, Muggle children are not allowed to go to school this year, The Death Eaters are so powerful and it's not difficult to get a list, Minerva won't be suspicious."

Snape made a smirk, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Yes, it's a great idea for you to fool the Transfiguration professor with a fake list created by magic."

"You're here again! Am I that unreliable in doing things? I dare to forge a fake sword to help fool the Dark Lord. Are you still afraid of my former Transfiguration professor? Besides, this is not to save you Have some energy."

Snape just raised his anger and wanted to continue to condemn, but he was relieved in the middle of the anger: "Next time, don't meddle in this kind of thing, the Dark Lord should soon send a few Death Eaters to assist I run Hogwarts."

It is said to be assistance, but in fact it is still a kind of mutual surveillance.

"I understand. It's my natural habit to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. You can rest assured."

Snape nodded lightly, and then looked at Dumbledore's portrait from the corner of his eye, and calmed down a little. Sooner or later, he would face Dumbledore's portrait alone, and his own behavior now It's a show of hypocrisy and cowardice.

Speaking of cowardice, Snape couldn't help but think of Potter's words that day: Coward!

He came back to his senses, and stopped recalling all the memories of that day, but raised his head, faced Dumbledore's portrait for the first time, gritted his teeth and said, "Flotte, go out first, I have something to say to you." said Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, who was named, was extremely excited. In fact, just now he tried several times to intervene in the conversation between the two, but it has been fruitless...

Flott glanced at the dignified Snape, and then at the slightly excited portrait of a certain person. She also understood that the next thing might not be what she should know, so without hesitation, she stood up and walked out the door. go.

After the door was confirmed to be locked, Snape said, "About Potter's transfer during the summer vacation..."

……

The busier this person is, the faster time flies. For more than a month, Flotte has been sandwiched between the two ends and quietly helped Snape with his work. Not to mention Snape, even if he manages a school It is a school that has been basically occupied by the Dark Lord, and everything is not so easy, not to mention that he has to be busy with other things that Dumbledore told...

Today was the first time Snape held a meeting for the professors, representing the Dark Lord to give them a meeting, oh no, to be precise, it should be representing the Dark Lord to warn them.

Among the people who were warned, some were colleagues who had a good relationship with Snape, some were his mentors, and one was Flott who was threatened by two copies.

Snape didn't give them any good face, threatening, intimidating, and following the instructions of the Dark Lord, he properly lured them with benefits that these professors didn't even care about, tempting these people who didn't even care about this dirty Interested people are really ironic and ridiculous.

Looking at the faces full of hatred, it seems that in the next second, countless Avadas will attack him. This is the price he has to pay after working hard for justice!It's even more ridiculous than Voldemort believing he could seduce these people.

However, there seems to be a familiar face missing in the middle of it—Professor of Muggle Studies, what am I thinking, didn't she die in front of me very early?

That familiar sense of powerlessness nearly overwhelmed Snape once again, but his expression and movements didn't show the slightest bit, still the triumphant disgust that the Dark Lord demanded of him.Snape felt that he was going to be unable to pretend anymore, so he speeded up his plans for the new semester.

He had to make sure these professors didn't rebel, and he had to make sure the students weren't threatened by those two idiots the Dark Lord sent over. It was a tough meeting, a tough semester.

With the last words falling, Snape was exhausted, and he didn't even bother to give them any chance to object, so they all coaxed them out of this office that shouldn't belong to him.As for him, he was unwilling to continue to accept the fiery eyes of the principals' portraits, and wanted to find a place to hide.

"You're doing well, Severus." The portrait of Dumbledore stood up from his chair and said, staring at Snape's tired back.

Snape didn't turn his head and didn't answer. Except for a pause, there was no difference. He still walked to the bedroom and closed the door tightly.

He doesn't want to do well, he wants to make everything public, not like it is now.But there is no chance, he can only do his best.

……

Ten minutes after the meeting ended, Flotte returned to the principal's office while there was no one there. She could see that Snape was absent-minded during the meeting. Accepting everyone's hateful eyesight is not something that can be described by the word "painful".

However, what Flotte didn't expect was that there was no one in the principal's office.

Is there something else to do?

Flotte sighed slightly, and was about to turn around and leave the office in disappointment, but at this moment, an unknown portrait on the wall coughed on purpose.

Flotte stopped and turned around, and saw several portraits pointing at the door of the bedroom. Of course, there were some Dumbledores in them, who are not too serious about watching the excitement.Flotte whispered thanks to the portraits, and then quietly walked to the bedroom door.

Flote knocked on the door lightly: "It's me, Flotte."

A sigh, followed by: "Come in."

Flott opened the doorknob, pushed the door open, and saw Snape sitting on the dark green sofa brought from the potions office, holding a bottle of wine, staring at the unburned Started the stove in a daze.

"Why are you still drinking? If you want to drink, you should drink from a cup." Flotte approached the sofa and sat gently beside Snape.

"It's nothing, I just feel very tired, but I can't fall asleep. Maybe drinking some wine can satisfy my desire to sleep through the night."

Flotte took the wine bottle from Snape's hand with some distress, and said comfortingly: "It's really not easy to sleep through the night, I haven't slept in more than ten years, but if you drink too much at night, you will have a headache tomorrow morning. "

"If I don't drink, I'll have enough headaches tomorrow morning." Snape said viciously, then restrained his emotions, turned his head and rushed to Flott, "Flott, do you know? I should be Hogwarts History The youngest headmaster ever."

"I know."

"Then you know, I am also the most dishonest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts."

Flotte opened her mouth, but said nothing.

"I hate teaching students, especially those who have little brains and are nimble enough to fly in and out, but can still throw away half a pot of slugs. But if I hate this position, Not really."

Flott raised her eyebrows and looked at Snape: "I don't remember you saying that you would be the first to resign when you have the chance."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he sarcastically said with a smirk: "If you can clear up your memory of these nonsense, your knowledge reserve will definitely go further."

"Yes, I only have nonsense in my head. These nonsense will not pollute your experiment. You should find someone else to translate ancient books next time."

Snape's smirk just turned into a slight twitch of the corners of his mouth now, and sometimes he really enjoyed the verbal battle with Flott.

"Actually, I have been the head of Slytherin for so long, and I do have fantasies that one day I can become the head of Hogwarts. Although I disdain those so-called love and love, at least what I can pursue is justified."

Flott leaned on the back of the sofa, her eyes were the same as Snape's, she moved to the fireplace in front of her and couldn't get off, staring blankly, but she replied: "I also had fantasies, fantasies squeezed away You are the head of Slytherin. Compared with your wishes, I am really a bit out of place."

Hearing Flott's murmur, Snape unexpectedly chuckled twice, and then said firmly: "You have no chance. Don't give me hints here. Under the current situation, the Slytherin House You don’t know how important this position is.”

"I know, so I didn't hint at you, just talking." Flotte stretched her waist, and then said, "I don't have a chance, but that doesn't mean you don't have a chance, when the war is over , you are the headmaster of Hogwarts."

After Flott finished speaking, Snape didn't answer immediately, but the whole atmosphere quietly declined like this.When Flotte realized that it was wrong to sit up straight and look at Snape, she saw...

Snape stared blankly at the marble fireplace in front of him, his mouth squirmed, "Flott, actually... I never planned to live until after the war from the very beginning..."