HP's Wretched

Another new semester, a different new semester.

There is no warm candlelight, no starry sky ceiling, and some will only have dark clouds oppressing the environment and one by one staring at each other. Depression, despair, and hatred fill the entire restaurant without words.

There were very few students in the audience, and few teachers at the dining table were present. Flotte sat in the empty teacher's seats on the left and right, tapping the plate in front of her with her fingers, and staring blankly at her. Looking at the only burning candle - the candle on the principal's podium, I can't help but recall the events of that night in my mind:

"I didn't intend to live until after the war..."

Flotte's eyes became complicated, and she even expressed a lot of pleading. Her lips moved, but she could only squirm out one word: "Why?"

Snape sighed slowly: "I'm tired, so tired..."

"Are you afraid of the trial you face after the war? It's tiring, but it's totally okay..."

"Do you want to hide? But hiding doesn't mean the world will be quiet, and it doesn't mean that the scars you have hidden for so many years won't be pulled out." Things that should have rotted in your heart for so many years will be pulled out and displayed To be in front of a large crowd and accept their scrutiny... Then he should really take these rotten things directly to the grave.

"Besides, I'm not afraid of facing this. I'm afraid of those idiots who can only use automatic quills but can't figure out one plus one. I'm just..."

Snape paused, and then buried his whole body into the back of the sofa, as if he had never been so relaxed, but Flott could see that his movements were still stiff, "I just can't see the future, that's all. I'm also tired of looking for the future."

Flott's eyes closely followed Snape's movements, but no sound came out of her mouth.

"I killed the person who gave me a chance of redemption. No matter what the reason is, I did his death. There is nothing to say. And the golden boy who I have always regarded as the hope of redemption, heh... "

Snape didn't continue talking. He didn't know if Dumbledore told Flott about Harry's ending. In fact, whether he told him or not, he shouldn't have said that half of the sentence just now. It seems that he really It's a little too much to drink.

"I don't care how to rebuild the wizarding world after the war, and I don't care who the Ministry of Magic will be in charge of. I don't even care how those who survive have to prepare to live. They still have energy, and I must be exhausted. "Snape said lightly, with no fluctuation in his tone, "Because none of us know how many years the war will last, and who will be able to make it to the end."

Flott lowered her eyes, not wanting to accept Snape's eyes that were gradually losing their spirit, and her own eye sockets also began to be unstoppably sour.

She knew that Snape was tired and in pain, which could have been expected before all the plans started, but what Flotte didn't understand was that this war never took away only the lives of people around you, Others are the meaning of living and the expectation of the future being worn away over and over again.

Flott suddenly felt that she was very ridiculous. The only hope from the beginning to the end was that Snape could live well after the war. She prayed to Dumbledore, prayed for the power of darkness, and paid the price to continue her life. Accompanying him through the most painful period is for this so-called future.But he never expected that it was himself who could not see the future clearly or did not want to see the future clearly.

But Flote can't make any demands, because letting him live in pain has never been Flott's request, but...

Snape had already felt Flott's emotions at this time, and he knew very clearly what the emotions were for.

He sat up slightly, turned sideways to face Flotte who was bowing his head in front of him, gently raised his hand to caress her face, and wiped away the teardrops sliding down her face with his fingers, the sound was not loud but louder than before. A bit warm: "Flote, I don't want to live alone like this... No one likes to be lonely, including me..."

"So the next sentence of thanks, I think I should have said it a long time ago, but I haven't had the chance, but now, I think it's very appropriate."

"This sentence is: Thank you for being with me all these years, Flotte."

The teardrops that had been gently wiped away were now covered by new teardrops, and what Snape said next made all of Flott's vision completely blurred.

"We all know your body is good and bad, so when the war is over, when everything is over, when all sin and regret are over, no matter where you go, where you are, France, China, America, or heaven and hell, I will I found you and walked with you all the way..."

……

A few sharp murmurs came from the side door of the school auditorium, and Flotte, who was originally trapped in the memory, was pulled out of the memory by this unpleasant voice.

Flotte glanced contemptuously at the source of the voice, and it really was the two hunchbacked brothers and sisters, tsk.

"You know, you almost spoiled something good just now." The crooked elder brother of the Carlo siblings yelled at his sister in a shrill voice.

"Good thing? It's clear that you almost made us miss the dinner! I don't know why His Highness gave you the position of vice-principal." The younger sister also sharply retorted.

"Alecto, you should really learn from Bella and clean up your useless face! It is also your honor to be the vice principal, and the honor of the Carlo family."

"Glory? You? You know Tibera Bella every day, and you envy the status of that female devil. You can't even utter a word when we meet!"

"Alecto, shut up!"

The Carlo brothers and sisters quarreled all the way to the teacher's dining table. Almost all the students raised their heads to watch, especially the little lion of Gryffindor, who almost grinned with a mocking smile. .

Flotte seems to have nothing to do with it, but she is actually stealing the content with her ears.

The Carlo brothers and sisters may be really noisy and red-faced this time. Amycus Carlo sat down in the center of the dining table, while the younger sister walked to the corner in the opposite direction, and just sat down beside Flotte. .

Flotte glanced sideways at Alecto Caro, who was leaning back in the chair, humming upright, and wondered if she could use this opportunity to ask something she didn't know, but the key was It's about how she should speak.

Just when she didn't know how to start the topic naturally, there was a murmur from the person next to Flotte:

"Bella, Bella, I know Bella every day, but she is just a crazy woman who has won His Highness's favor."

Bellatrix... this might be an interesting entry point for the two women.

Flotte pushed the dinner plate in front of her forward, then tried her best to pull out a harmless smirk, and asked in a low voice, "Bella? Is it Bellatrix?"

Alecto Caro stopped muttering dissatisfiedly, turned his head and looked at Flotte disdainfully, his eyes narrowed slightly.She does know the person in front of her, but she has never met before. However, it seems that this person in front of her is... Snape's mistress... and it seems that the rumor came from His Highness... …

Thinking of this, Alecto Caro's eyes on Flotte became "unfathomable".

Although she didn't know whether the rumors were true or not, she shouldn't be on the opposing side. She looked Flotte up and down, and her voice was as shrill as before: "It's Bellatrix, why are you asking this? Why? , are you afraid of her?"

Seeing the other party replying, Flotte, who didn't know about the "peachy scandal", thought that the first step of the intimacy was successful, and hurriedly continued: "Afraid? She is just backed by the devil, and I don't know what she has. It's so awesome, it's been that kind of virtue since childhood."

These words resonated deeply with Alecto Caro, who was in a fit of anger, and the words in her mouth followed Flotte's words: "Isn't it just because of her family background that she grew up? She must be pretty, she yells at people every day."

"Beautiful? It used to be quite beautiful, but unfortunately now... tsk tsk tsk, now that the entire wizarding world is in the hands of the Dark Lord, with new talents, who would reuse a female devil?"

"I hope so, but I heard that His Highness once gave her a precious golden cup, but..." Alecto Caro's babbling words of jealousy suddenly stopped, as if he suddenly realized Seeing something, he looked up and down Flotte suspiciously.

Flotte just said the word "Golden Cup" in her heart, and was suspicious and guessing, but the message in her ear was cut off inexplicably.

Flotte naturally felt the suspicion, so she answered with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, I used to have disagreements with her about certain things, and I simply hated her. Listen to your whisper just now. Complaining about her, I couldn't help but want to scold her."

"When did you have a grudge against her?"

"Speaking of it, it's a matter of old sesame seeds and rotten grains. At that time, my husband Dizrael had just passed away, and Bella and her husband snatched me away in order to perform meritorious service in front of the Dark Lord..." Flotte said here intentionally. Sad and remorseful, he broke off for a few seconds, "Stolen my husband's belongings, and my husband had passed away only a few days ago. I know the belongings are important, and I will hand them over to the Dark Lord when my husband is gone, but Bella..."

Flotte's words, which were both true and false, really aroused the strong dissatisfaction buried in Alecto Caro's heart: "It's too much! She always only sees credit, and all the credit must be hers! "

"Didn't she get to where she is now by relying on these robberies? In fact, she is not as good as you brother and sister in terms of ability!" While cursing Bellatrix together, Flotte had to By the way, take a rainbow fart.

"But the Dark Lord knows people after all, so he sent you two brothers and sisters to such an important position in Hogwarts, and she, Bellatrix, what about the golden cup that was rewarded, she has to stay obediently in her sister's place." Home." Going around and talking good things, Flotte finally turned the topic to the gold cup issue that she hadn't finished talking about just now.

"That's what you say, but the golden cup is said to have been passed down from Hufflepuff!" Alecto Caro, whose brain had been corroded and had no judgment, muttered.

"Hufflepuff's gold cup!" Although Flotte had guessed in her heart, she was still a little shocked when she heard it, but it was quickly replaced by the tiredness in her heart.Thinking about it, the golden cup that she and Snape took back at the risk of life and death was now given to Bellatrix, and no one would feel comfortable putting it on anyone.

"Why did His Highness the Dark Lord give her such a valuable thing?" Flott continued to inquire.

"Who knows, but it seems that Bellatrix was given to Bellatrix before the Dark Lord was injured more than ten years ago. The Dark Lord took it seriously and double-checked safety."

It was granted during the first war, but the safety has been repeatedly confirmed recently. This is indeed somewhat strange, but it is not enough to attract Flott's attention. She wants to add something else.Flotte continued to hold it up in a soft voice: "It's just a reward more than ten years ago, but it's important, it doesn't represent the present. Now, you two, brother and sister, are the ones who squeezed into the Dark Lord's side. Sooner or later, the Demon King will give you something better."

"It's good to give it to us, I'm afraid it will be like the Malfoy family, huh."

Alecto Caro's words were not completely finished. Although Flott had a little idea in her heart, the guess was extinguished immediately, thinking that the other party was just mocking the Malfoy family, not Think deeply.

Just when Flotte wanted to change the topic and continue digging for some useful information, unexpectedly, Alecto Caro hesitated before asking a magical question:

"I heard……"

……

"Sometimes using your memory to compare to a fish's memory is a kind of humiliation to the fish, Flott." Snape raised his head from the desk, and looked dissatisfied at Flott who appeared in front of him again. lot.

Every time Snape opened his mouth under normal circumstances, Flott began to suspect that the relationship between the two had never progressed: "From how well I remember your office password, I have a good memory, West Fleurs."

"Very well, thanks for the reminder, I will change the password tomorrow." Snape smirked freely.

Flott rolled her eyes at Snape, then angrily pulled over a chair, casually sat across from Snape, and started the topic to be discussed.

"Seriously, why did the Dark Lord send these two idiots to Hogwarts?"

"If I can see his thoughts all the time, then I can go to sleep according to the time now, and even start a free vacation, instead of trying to match a portrait here like I am now. Finish how to kill him." Snape muttered viciously, deliberately amplifying his voice to the portrait that was never satisfied with his work.

However, Dumbledore's portrait did not give any response as he expected, he was still snoring while sitting on the chair, the ghost knew if he was pretending to be asleep on purpose.

"Anyway, I have only two conclusions about why he sent these two idiots. Either the Dark Lord looks down on Hogwarts too much, or he thinks too much of you, Severus."

"I don't care about the reason for this matter at all, I only care about you, and I care that you missed the point!"

"what?"

Snape put down the quill in his hand, and his gloomy face made Flott feel that he might be "rewarded" with a confinement in the next second: "The point is, it's eleven o'clock in the evening, and it's time to go to bed."

"It's because everyone is sleeping at this time that no one will notice that I'm looking for you. Besides, it's not like you don't know about my habitual insomnia, and you haven't slept either." Flote said Leaning over to the document in front of Snape, squinting his eyes to confirm it, he said: "It seems that after the Dark Lord took over the general situation, even the candidates appointed by the school board are idiots, and you still need to handle this kind of document yourself, tsk tsk tsk... ...Can I help you?"

"Don't force me to invite you out." Snape was not looking at Flott, but continued to pick up the quill to correct the document.

It's okay if you don't say this, but once you say that, Flotte's energy will be completely lost.Flotte is no longer the female professor who was unilaterally bullied, and her status is not what it used to be.

Flott deliberately stood up and pulled the chair to Snape's side in a provocative manner, and she leaned over completely, her eccentric tone combined with the taste of provocation, there is simply no better configuration than this: "Then I'd like to see How are you going to invite me out?"

Not surprisingly, Snape put down the quill again, but this time he looked at Flotte who was close at hand with a more threatening look.

"Okay, it's not easy to see you. I really have something to see you tonight."

"What's the matter? Heh, why, you pried out the information from those two idiots and came to me to confirm it? Flotte, why did I warn you, don't meddle in this matter, let alone those two people provoke!"

"I know, but this time she sat next to me first, so there's no reason not to eat the meat that's brought to her mouth." Flott hurriedly asked her before Snape's face became even uglier. The topic I've always wanted to ask, "I heard from her that the Dark Lord gave the Hufflepuff Gold Cup to Bellatrix a long time ago?"

"It seems that there is such a thing, but it is just one of the rewards, and it is more precious." Snape said, "Speaking of Bellatrix, you'd better not meet her face to face, now The Ministry of Magic has fallen, and she seems to have a lot of curiosity about why she was imprisoned."

Thinking of the key evidence of her contribution that sent Bellatrix to Azkaban completely, Flotte really felt a little regretful in her heart. What she regretted was not sending her in, but that she should spend more money directly. Sentenced to death, it will save trouble now.

"But even if I don't look for her, she will come to me in person sooner or later when she knows the truth."

"Hogwarts was sent to me by the Dark Lord anyway, she dare not come here too arrogantly, besides..." Snape recalled when he rescued Flott back then, explaining to the Dark Lord that he and Flo When you have a special relationship... With this His Highness's perverted psychology, it's hard not to publicize it.

Flott was still waiting for Snape's next words. Seeing that the other party suddenly stopped talking, Flott herself began to daydream uncontrollably.Sometimes the word tacit understanding is really hard to say, and Flotte can't help but think of the rumor that Alecto Caro told her at that time.

"Besides, there are no longer a few secret rooms in Hogwarts, especially many of which are only authorized by the headmaster, and you can hide in them." Of course, Snape would not say what he just thought.

"A secret room with secret passages that only the headmaster has authority to. Don't you know the truth of many Hogwarts legends? Does the rumored sealed prison with four walls surrounded by death row prisoners really exist?"

"This is Hogwarts, not Azkaban."

When Flotte heard this sentence, she immediately became uninterested: "The rumor also said that a witch was executed by suffocating to death. I didn't expect it to be false, but it's no wonder that the rumor is so true that even Fudge Back then, I wanted Dumbledore to put Sirius, who had just been captured, into this sealed prison and execute him thoroughly."

Snape didn't answer Flott's words as if deliberately concealing something, but returned to the topic just now: "It's still the same sentence, don't deal with Bellatrix head-on, your body is not good, don't Overwhelmed."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, I know I can't beat her. Tsk, but it's a pity, if it's not for my poor health, I can't bear the backlash of too much black magic, I can definitely do the reverse purification of the soul Try to take one more step up, maybe Bellatrix's black magic may not be able to win against me after this one step up."

"It seems that the suffering you have suffered is not enough to give you a long memory."

Flott waved lightly angrily and slapped Snape, who was mocking her: "What I said was the truth. My body is really not good for anything, but my soul can only use black magic forever through reverse purification. The method is to accept pure white magic, but the power of the soul is not at 01:30."

This is not nonsense from Flott. Although most of the wear and tear of my body comes from the backlash of the purified soul, the overall survival is also dependent on the powerful soul.

"If I didn't have this strong soul at this time, even if my body was exhausted, my spirit might have been wiped out long ago. Besides, with such a powerful soul as a premise, and a soul that has been purified by magic power, maybe God, when I die, it can also happen that the soul possesses a living creature."

"You think quite well..." Snape's irony that he blurted out came to an abrupt end, as if he suddenly realized something, a sentence echoed in his mind:

When the Killing Curse rebounded, a small piece of Voldemort's soul tore off and attached itself to the only living creature in the entire room...

"Flott, you just said 'you can'...you also know about Harry..."

The author has something to say:

I'm very sorry, I've been dove for several days (covering my face), in fact, every night, there are codes, but I didn't expect the real test paper to consume more energy than I imagined, so I will fall asleep at twelve o'clock. Fortunately, today I didn't do the paper, but it didn't write where the outline should go (cover my face again)

Fortunately, this novel is coming to an end, and finally there is an end (T▽T)