HP's Wretched

Hearing Snape's affirmative doubt, Flott wanted to seal her mouth completely.Normally, she never revealed what she shouldn't have said in her words, well, chatting with Snape completely wiped out her little bit of vigilance.

Flott pursed her lips, thinking about her words: "Dumbledore did tell me about this, and you also know that my biggest task now is to assist you in the next step..."

Flott hadn't finished speaking, but Snape's expression began to change. It wasn't because he was angry and dissatisfied after being concealed, but because he was absent-minded, as if he didn't listen to Flott at all. Justify, but think about something.

"What's wrong?" Flott also noticed that something was wrong with Snape.

"What did you just say?"

"I said that Dumbledore also told me about this, he asked me to assist you, so you have to tell me..."

"It's not this sentence, it's the previous one. You said that your soul might possess another living creature like the Dark Lord. That's what you mean, right?"

Snape's extraordinary focus also caused Flott to start wondering what he meant: "Yes, that's what it means."

"Then why do you think this could happen?"

"Because the soul has been artificially separated and repaired, the adhesion will definitely change. Then when a fatal injury occurs, the body with low adhesion can't hold the soul because of the injury, so the theory of possessing other living things is completely feasible. ..." Flotte's explanation became weaker and weaker, she seemed to understand what Snape was after.

Neither of them noticed that the portrait of Dumbledore hanging on the wall had quietly opened their eyes.

"So you mean, the Dark Lord is likely to be the same as what I said, and he also moved his own soul? Could it be that he also wants to reversely purify his soul like me, and then better adapt to black magic?"

Snape's eyes slowly placed on the table in front of him, like a big dick in his head, wandering around one after another seemingly irrelevant puzzles that he couldn't solve all the time.

"I think he's moving his soul, maybe it's not repairing it, but..." Snape's voice was obviously without any emotion, but Flott, who was sitting next to him, could feel a strong uneasiness inexplicably, " Flott, do you still remember what we found when we paid people to find the Dark Lord's trail a few years ago?"

This sentence was like a fist, knocking heavily on Flott's forehead: "Remember, those bats who were looking for people ended up flying to several different places. I... I also joked that he should not be killed by people." Dismembered, so, in a way, maybe that joke was right?"

"Yes, maybe it is correct, but it is not the corpse, but the soul. This is the answer that best explains everything now."

"But I don't understand, who would divide the soul of the Dark Lord? How did that person do it, and for what reason?"

"It wasn't divided by others, it was the Dark Lord himself!" Snape's voice was extremely firm, "Flott, have you ever heard of a kind of black magic, a kind of black magic that can give you an extra life, a kind of A magic that gives you an extra life by splitting your soul?"

"Horcrux?" Flotte blurted out the answer, but then she shook her head with extreme uncertainty, "This thing is no different from the legend, and besides dividing one's own soul, how perverted it must be..."

"It's no different from the legend, so it can't be true? Don't forget, we did it with our own hands..." Snape hesitated. Now that this is up, I have no choice but to continue, "But I summoned the god of death with my own hands."

This example of Flotte was speechless, she still looked at Snape incredulously with her mouth slightly open.

"There is also the diary in the second grade. Although it was damaged when we took it over, the black magic aura on it is so strong that I still can't forget it. According to the words of those children, they saw it when they were young. The Dark Lord, I really can't think of a better explanation than it being a Horcrux."

"But wasn't that thing given to Dumbledore in the end? If it's what we said, how could Dumbledore not see it, he would definitely..." Flotte's voice stopped abruptly, instead, she suddenly He stopped his waist, and an inexplicable light gathered in his eyes, yes, I figured it out, everything was explained clearly.

Snape and Flott looked at the portrait of Dumbledore hanging on the wall at the same time. As they expected, the old man with white beard who was sleeping peacefully on the stool just now stood up and was ready to be questioned. preparation.

"Albus, did you know about this a long time ago?" Snape asked out loud, "And is there more than one thing?"

"Yes." Dumbledore knew that there was no way to hide this matter, so he simply admitted directly.

"How many are there?"

"Seven."

"Merlin!" Flotte screamed uncontrollably. All the sleeping portraits in the office woke up. With the noisy portraits, Flotte was so confused that she didn't know what she said. "Merlin, Merlin, seven, he divided his soul into seven parts! This... this... When I was doing everything to purify my soul, I felt that I was a pervert and a lunatic. He actually divided his soul into seven parts. Seven copies! This... this"

Flotte found that she couldn't find the words to describe the Dark Lord at all, the tumbling in her head was far from being able to match the tumbling of gastric juice, Merlin, she was about to vomit!Seven, they are going to face seven Dark Lords, isn't this the same as immortality?

Compared to Flott's undisguised collapse, Snape was calmer than 01:30, although he also trembled when he heard the answer of "seven", and a question kept popping up in his mind. Painful fact: Merlin, he once took such a lunatic and pervert as a role model!

Snape tried his best to put away his shock, and raised his head to face Dumbledore in the portrait: "How many are left?"

"From what Harry gave me, there are five more." Dumbledore in the portrait heard the child tell him that the pendant was fake.

Flotte also became calmer at this time, and she asked the question she always wanted to know: "So, the task of the three children is to find the remaining Horcrux and destroy it?"

Dumbledore did not speak.

Flott ignored Dumbledore's silence, but continued to ask: "Then do they know what the Horcruxes are now? Where are they?"

Dumbledore remained silent, he didn't want to reveal the contents.

Flott felt that all her strength was drained by Dumbledore's silent attitude, she turned her head helplessly to look at Snape who was in deep thought.

Snape's voice was still not very loud, but in the face of this shocking news, the penetrating power of the past was also a bit less: "As far as we know... this diary is the one that hurt Dumbledore. So is the ring that belonged to me, and..."

"Harry?"

"Yes, he should be counted as one, a living Horcrux. We should all... wait! There is one more..." Snape suddenly thought of something, and the words came to his lips, but because Flo However, the unique existence stopped abruptly.

Flott noticed that Snape hesitated to speak: "Is this something I shouldn't know?"

Snape was about to nod, but the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall spoke first: "Tell her, Severus, she knows, just as she knows that Harry is going to die, she knows the time to end everything. "

"Nagini, the snake that the Dark Lord was following." Snape knew now was not the time to ask why Flott knew all this.

"Merlin, those three children..." Flotte's fingers clenched into fists were slightly white, she couldn't understand why Dumbledore would give this kind of task to the three children, "Dumbledore, it's you There are not enough people in the Order of the Phoenix, or you simply hate children! I really can't find a reason why you do this!"

A portrait will not be emotionally fluctuated by a question. The old man in the portrait is still calm: "Flotte, I said that what we need to explore now is definitely not why we do this, but how to accomplish it."

"Yes, how to complete it depends on how to complete it, then how do you plan to let those three children complete it! Tell me, how do you plan to let those three children complete it? Will you use your life?" Flotte was so excited when she said this. She jumped up from the chair, but Snape beside her took her arm to appease her impulse.

After all, Flote is a woman, a woman who once had a child and lost her child. She really couldn't calmly think about the three children who grew up under her eyes after hearing the news. How will he exchange his life for that perverted annihilation.

However, Snape thought more than Flott. He understood that all of this was clearly laid out by the old wizard before his death. Even if they had guessed the current situation through special methods, they were already in a weak state. God, so instead of being angry, it's better to analyze the facts and see if you can provide a little help.

"Albus, I know you don't want me to have too many memories of your plan in my head, in case the Dark Lord knows something. But I beg you to tell us about this." Snape tried hard Let yourself be as usual, calmly and indifferently negotiate with a portrait, "Those are three children, no matter how excellent Miss Granger's grades are, how worthy of the title of know-it-all, or the golden boy Bo Luckily enough, all three of them are still kids!"

"I'm closer to the Dark Lord, but it also means that I know him better than the three children. Tell us, maybe you can really provide the information needed by the Horcrux." Snape's tone was extremely decisive, "I know your worries. I guarantee that this secret will not be taken out of this room. After tonight, we will pull out the memory of this aspect from our minds and completely eliminate it."

As Snape's voice fell, the room fell into silence again, Dumbledore did not speak, while Flott and Snape were looking at the portrait, waiting for him to speak.

The time passed was long enough, and no one knew whether a portrait had the ability to think, or how long his thinking and hesitation should take, but at least in the end, Snape and Flott waited.

"There is also a locket, Slytherin's locket, which should also be a Horcrux." Dumbledore on the portrait spit out slowly, "The tool that can destroy these Horcruxes is actually the Gryffindor sword .”

"That's why you left Potter and asked Flott to make a fake sword?"

"Yes. When I get the sword, I may have to trouble you to send it, Severus."

Snape didn't answer this question, but frowned slightly and wanted to think about the next thing, but just as a thought appeared in his mind, Flotte beside him seemed to think of something Similarly, he frantically tugged at Snape's sleeve, trying to get attention.

"Dumbledore just said about the Slytherin locket, so is it possible that the Hufflepuff Gold Cup is also there!" Flotte's voice couldn't contain the excitement. I really didn't expect an insignificant gossip to be really lucky. It's like winning a lottery, "If he didn't plan to make the gold cup into a Horcrux, then what's the point of him asking us to fight you to go to France to get it back?"

"But this matter is not certain..." Snape admitted that Flott's words were reasonable, but he was not completely convinced.

Flotte still didn't let go of her guess: "One Horcrux was given to Lucius, that is, the diary, and the other was given to Bellatrix, the two most loyal servants in his eyes. It makes perfect sense, besides, when Alecto Caro told me about the Gold Cup today, he also mentioned Lucius."

"But this is still just a guess..."

"It is indeed a guess, but Flott's guess is about the same as mine." Dumbledore suddenly interrupted Snape, "I have also guessed that the treasures of the four houses, except for the sword of Gryffindor, are Contaminated by Voldemort, after all, the whereabouts of those three things have been unknown, and according to what you said, the golden cup has always been in Voldemort's hands, the possibility of being a Horcrux is indeed not small."

"Albus, don't tell me that you have been looking for Horcruxes for so long based on guesswork." Snape's tone was a little disgusted.

"Most of the theories are put forward with guesses and assumptions first, not to mention my guesses have always been very accurate in terms of Horcruxes." Dumbledore in the portrait deliberately raised his right hand, as if to show that there was no The scorched black right hand that exists in the painting, "Actually, Harry, who possesses one of Voldemort's soul fragments, can sense other Horcruxes, so it is much better to guess than to have no clue."

Snape roughly understood Dumbledore's words: "You mean, we only need to let Potter have that guess in his mind, so that he can better sense and capture the location of the Horcrux?"

"That's what it means. With a certain target, the range will be narrowed, and the induction will naturally be more accurate."

"Then the question now is, how should we bring this speculation to him. I have no spiritual communication with your golden boy," Snape said.

Dumbledore in the portrait sat back in his chair again, as if everything was expected: "That's another reason why I didn't tell you, you can't help."

Flotte, who had been silent all this time, said at this moment: "That's not necessarily the case, I have an idea."

"Severus, do you remember when we stole the gold cup in France?"

"I remember most of them."

"Then do you still remember that in the collection room where we found the golden cup, I was almost fascinated by the defensive illusion spell cast on the golden cup?"

"Remember..." Snape murmured a reply, but soon understood what Flott meant, "You mean, the treasures of these four houses can be enchanted, so..."

Flott smiled and added to Snape's words: "We can use the sword of Gryffindor to bring out this guess to Harry. It only needs to cast a simple hypnotic guiding spell on the sword."

"This idea is really good. It allows the person who gets the sword to subconsciously plant the information that the gold cup is a Horcrux and it is in Bella's hands through hypnotic guidance, so as to promote the link between Potter and other Horcruxes." Lian in the portrait Dumbledore strongly agreed with this idea, "It seems that our discussion tonight will really help."

"Albus, when are you going to ask me to give them the sword of Gryffindor?"

"When the time is right, we'll have to wait."

"Tsk, saying it is the same as not saying it." Flotte slandered indifferently.

"When the time comes, you will feel it." Dumbledore was not affected by Flott's slander at all, and his expression was still smiling kindly, "But now, the most important thing - memory."

"Even if you live in a painting, your voice and chatter can still stay in this world, and the degree of irritability is second only to earworms." Although Snape said so ironically, he obediently raised his wand in his hand , ready to clear out the memories that shouldn't be there from the temple.

However, just as they were getting started, Snape suddenly remembered something that had been left behind for a long time.He narrowed his eyes and turned to Flotte, who saw his expression and had already predicted the coming storm.

"Flotte, it seems that you have really quietly walked to the core of the Order of the Phoenix. I can no longer be sure what else you don't know."

"Oh, Merlin, you're going to start sarcastically educating me on this matter again now. These things are not what I wanted to know, they were stuffed by Dumbledore! I don't tell you because... I always I can't use this information to talk to you every day."

"It's commonplace to tell me these things, then the gossip that comes out of your mouth every day must be much more important than the honesty. Your priority is really strange." Snape's mouth barely moved. , but sarcasm can always spit out from his mouth silkily.

"Come on, it's as if you are being honest with me. Why don't you talk about a piece of gossip I just got these days." Flotte's mouth raised a smirk.

This smirk really made Snape feel an inexplicable guilt, and soon he verified that this guilt was really not inexplicable.

"Severus, I heard from Alecto Carrow that you said that I belonged to you in front of the Dark Lord...how do you say that word?" Flott deliberately tilted her head to look at Snape, mouth Ri paused following his reaction, "Oh, yes, mistress!"

"..."

"Then, as your mistress, I'm particularly curious about who is your right wife? Let's get to know each other." Flotte was more or less unhappy about her ill intentions, "Okay, The right match position is empty, so I went directly to the mistress..."

"..." Snape didn't want to explain anything now, he just wanted to write a dismissal notice, the IQ of the Cullen brothers and sisters was definitely not up to the standard for the position of professor.

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The time was scattered, and it passed quickly. Not only did it pass through a Christmas that was so deserted that it was not even as good as a funeral, but it also entered a hopeless new year.Of course, during the holidays, there is always a happy moment, such as the only happy moment during the New Year's Eve this year-making a New Year's Eve wish.

Presumably everyone's wish should be the same: Voldemort die quickly, go to hell quickly.

No matter how unrealistic the dream is, it can still give a glimmer of hope to people who are desperate and oppressed to the point of breathlessness, even if it is a fantasy.

Compared with the gloomyness of others, Flotte is even more indifferent.Although it is not so cold as to really celebrate the festival, but at least when reading the Daily Prophet, it is possible to ignorantly extract those victims.It's just that I still don't want to see the ones I'm familiar with from the bunch of names.

If you just don't want to see it, will you really not see it?

Flotte let out a heavy breath, closed the newspaper, looked out of the window, and saw another layer of snow on the ground.Flott frowned slightly and turned her head to look at the wall clock. She couldn't help worrying about Snape who had not returned after sending the sword.

"Who should be on watch tonight?" Flotte asked the portrait beside her.

"Brother Carlo."

Hearing this name, Flotte no longer sat on the office chair, but picked up the coat and put it on her body. It seems that today she must be worth the night for Snape.

Logically speaking, the headmaster didn't arrange night watch, but Snape would also be on watch in person when the Carrow brothers and sisters were on duty at night. I was afraid that the Carrow brothers and sisters would catch students who shouldn't appear in the corridor at night, and then use Those students should be punished and hurt by violent means, not to mention...

What's more, several children were forced to hide in a secret passage in Hogwarts and disappeared recently.

Flott had to make sure that the kids could escape after they ran into the Carrows, at least until Snape came back to deal with them.

Thinking of this, Flotte pulled on her clothes and walked out of the office door...

The author has something to say:

walk out the office door...and then something goes wrong

The next chapter may be a favorite chapter, and then it will come to an end. Another flag must be set, and the October [-] holiday must end it.

Recently, I have always started to conceive the content of the next book in my mind. Yes, I plan to write another book about the professor, but the subject matter may be cooler than this one (cover your face). The professor’s fan fiction seems to be true There has never been a stock-buying novel (that is, there are several original characters, and whoever is popular will be promoted to the heroine later), this is definitely a good way to practice character creation, and I can't control myself again, even if the update is very slow see fate orz