HP's Wretched

A brown owl with a little white hair flapped its wings and landed on the stone bricks on the top floor of Hogwarts Castle, and lightly pecked at a blue-black brick twice with its beak, within two seconds. , the brick it was standing on automatically moved to the right, revealing a gap that was just right for an owl to pass through.

The brown-haired owl hopped into the hole in the stone brick, and was about to fly towards the biscuits that had been prepared for it before, but before the wings could be flapped twice, its owner grabbed the wings and caught it. is on.

"You are the most gluttonous!" Flotte pulled off the package from the owl's claws, and then let the chubby owl run towards its little dessert.

Flott carried the package into the back room. The table that was originally used by Snape as a potion experiment table had long been used by Flott. Now there was a boxy brown box that had been opened on it, and A piece of parchment full of words was pressed under the box.

Sitting back at the table again, he opened the cowhide package three times, five times and two times, but before opening the innermost small box, an envelope with Gringotts branded on it fell out of the package first.

Flotte stopped opening the small box, picked up the envelope, cut it open with a small scratch knife on the table, and then took out the letter paper to browse through it.

Her hand stroked the blank signature on the letter lightly, her eyes were no longer as calm as before, and there was more melancholy that people could not understand.She picked up a quill from the side, signed her name on the last blank signature, then folded the letter in half, and placed it neatly with the parchment with her name on the brown box on the table. into the brown box.

In addition to a letter and a piece of parchment she had just put in the brown box, there was also a bill stamped with St. Mungo's and the silver bell she had been wearing on her wrist.Flotte took out the silver bell from the box again, then put it to her ear and shook it violently a few times, the sound from the bell was as clear as ten years ago.Tsk, hearing this voice, she was a little bit reluctant.

Flotte no longer enjoys the crisp sound of the silver bell, but throws it into the brown box again, and then closes the lid neatly. As the lid falls, the originally square brown box suddenly transforms into a This book is called "Analysis of Ancient Runes" - her favorite book.

The things that should be prepared are almost ready, and the last thing is still missing.Flotte turned her gaze back to the small box that hadn't been fully opened. After opening it two or three times, a bottle of potion rolled out of the small box.

This potion bottle contains a dazzlingly red potion. Red potion is so rare.The vial lying on the table was illuminated by the light, adding a touch of weirdness to the unknown potion.

Flotte gently picked up the vial of potion, shaking the red potion inside, and couldn't help complaining about the merchant's murderous behavior. The potions she bought just a few weeks ago looked more high-end than this bottle. .

Tsk, the more I think about it, the more I get annoyed.Flote unplugged the cork of the bottle, and a sweet and seductive smell floated into Flott's nostrils.So sweet...

Flotte gradually had the urge to raise her head and drink it down, but she shivered suddenly, and immediately woke up, and quickly put the cork firmly.

This bottle is quite simple, but the things inside are genuine, it seems that I bought it right.

Flotte took off the necklace around her neck, and she was going to pour the bottle of sweet red potion into the pendant, just in case...

……

"Dumbledore, why do you keep so many Muggle books? I have wanted to ask this question for a long time." Flott stood on the bookshelf holding the box that was just disguised as "Analysis of Ancient Runes" in her hand. Flipping all the famous Muggle books in front of him, trying to make an empty space to insert them.

Dumbledore in the portrait seemed to be in a good mood today. He pushed the crescent glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "People always want to dabble in knowledge in unknown fields, you know that."

Flott raised her eyebrows, glanced up and down at the clothes Dumbledore was wearing, and said with a smile: "Then you should dabble in the knowledge of fashion, this is completely unknown to you, unfortunately it's too late to say this now I can only blame the artist for his weakness in fashion."

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Flott's sarcastic words, but turned his attention to the books in Flott's arms: "Hide something?"

"I can't talk about hiding it, just put it here for the time being, and someone will come to pick it up later." Flotte still kept moving the book in her hand, but when she moved the first book, she found that book It seems to grow on the bookshelf, and it can't be moved.

Flott gradually realized that something was wrong with the book. She turned her head to look at Dumbledore in the portrait and wanted to wait for his explanation. However, the old man sat on the chair and closed his eyes to meditate as if on purpose.

Pulling out her wand, Flotte pointed at the book that couldn't be moved away, and sure enough there was some kind of excitement on it.Tsk, it seems that there are countless secrets in the principal's office.

She took the wand and gently slid it along the pattern on the spine of the book. Sure enough, when she slid to one end, the bookshelf that was originally one was magically separated and moved to both sides.

Although she had unlocked the secret channel switch, Flotte was quite disappointed. After all, it was so simple that anyone could unlock the secret channel switch, and what was hidden inside was definitely not an important secret. No wonder the old man in the portrait The bees didn't even bother to stop them.

But regardless of whether the things hidden inside are important or not, as the bookshelves slowly move to both sides, the things inside are gradually revealed, and the curiosity in Flotte's heart can't help but be drawn out.

But when she saw what was completely revealed, the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling down.

"Mirror?!!" In front of Flotte was a mirror reflecting her figure.

But when Flotte looked up at the patterns on the edge of the mirror, she realized that this object was an old acquaintance—the Mirror of Erised.

Wait, is this the Mirror of Erised?It shouldn't be, why does the Mirror of Erised only show her figure alone, shouldn't it reflect the desire in her heart?

"Dumbledore, tsk, headmaster, stop pretending to be asleep! A portrait sleeps so much every day! Is this mirror the Mirror of Erised? Or is it an imitation you made to improve your taste?"

The person in the portrait made a sad expression for the first time: "I don't think it is necessary for me to make such a protective circle for an ordinary mirror."

"That's interesting. Is it possible that I have no desires and desires now?" Flotte looked in the mirror and swayed her body back and forth twice, making sure that she was the only one in the mirror, "No desires and desires... this state Well, it is very suitable for the current situation..."

Ready to end everything, including life, at any time...

Of course, she didn't say the last half of the sentence, but just approached the mirror and silently stared at her own figure in the mirror.

"Principal, what do you see in the mirror?"

"There are many things. When people get old, they will see more and more things. They have everything."

"What's in that mirror must be very important, or you wouldn't have kept it here."

"The intention of putting it here is not because it is important, but to remind myself that the value of a book is far less than that of a book." Dumbledore said lightly, "In fact, at my age, it is not so much the book in the mirror. It reflects my longing, rather regret and the most precious memory."

The topic was heavy, but it always made Flott feel weird to say it from Dumbledore's calm expression.But there's no way around that, you can't keep asking for more expressions in a portrait, right?

Flotte knew that it was impossible for her to reach Dumbledore's age in this life, and she also knew that she might not have the opportunity to capture every bit of regret in her life from the mirror.But today's lack of desire and desire is really the best ending for Flotte.

She didn't want to miss the mirror any more, but swung her wand to remove the opening spell on the spine of the book, closing the secret door.

The night outside the window is getting darker. Although the coldest winter has passed, the temperature in early spring is obviously not able to resist the cool wind.Flotte, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, shivered from the cold. After tightening her clothes, she came to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the principal's office, and closed the only window that was leaking tightly before giving up.

However, when she was about to leave the window and enter the house, there was a burst of black mist on the island in the center of the Black Lake facing the window, as if someone had landed here, but when Flotte approached the window and looked carefully, When I looked over there, I couldn't see anything clearly.

The doubts that sprouted in her heart made Flotte not want to let go of this strange phenomenon. She wanted to find something so that she could see clearly what was left there.

Dumbledore, who loves to collect Muggle rare things, must have a Muggle telescope in the office. Tsk, I hope they don't dispose of it as garbage when they clean the office.

But just as Flotte turned around to look for the telescope, a faint voice suddenly came from the door saying, "Are you treating spring like summer, or do you not know that there are four seasons in a year?"

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, you don't know." Flotte abruptly stopped her search, and knew who was coming without turning around, "You don't wear this set of clothes all year round, I say you Nor listen."

"A sick person doesn't want to compare with a normal person. It's a wonderful comparison." Snape waved his wand at the fireplace twice, and flames shot out of it in a short while.

"Honey, you also said that it's spring now, even if it's early spring..." Burning the stove...

"I think you should stay in winter, Flott." Snape silenced Flott's protest with one sentence, "What were you looking for just now?"

"It's nothing. I just saw a black shadow falling on the island in the middle of the lake. I can't tell if it's a person. I want to find a telescope."

Snape took off his coat and put it on the chair, then said sarcastically in his usual tone: "If Albus was sitting here at this moment and heard you say you wanted to use his pile of Muggle memorabilia, he would definitely would cry."

"Actually, I will be very happy, but I won't be so excited that I will cry, Severus." Dumbledore, who wanted to continue to close his eyes just now, caught the remark, and continued to close his eyes after complaining about this sentence Eyes shut off.

Snape ignored the small episode of the portrait at this moment, but explained the black shadow to Flott: "You don't need to look for any binoculars, there is indeed a man on the island in the middle of the lake - the Dark Lord, he was calling me just now when I went out. I."

This explanation inevitably made Flott even more curious: "What did he come to Hogwarts for? Did the inspection work inspect the island in the middle of the lake?"

"This is not something I should know, and it's not something you should know, Flott." Snape said directly, wanting to dispel Flott's curiosity, "What we should discuss now is, you Have you had dinner?"

His words meant to change the subject, but while changing the subject, neither of them noticed the slight frown in Dumbledore's portrait.

"It seems...not yet."

When he heard that Flott really didn't eat, Snape's face darkened in an instant: "I don't know that there are four seasons in a year, and I don't pay attention to having three meals a day, but I know that I stand by the window and drink the cold wind to observe the things that are there. , Freshmen who just entered school will not be like you! Hurry up and put on more clothes, I will ask the elf to prepare dinner, and we will eat together."

Although Flotte pursed her lips, she still had an "unrepentant" look on her face. She didn't go back to the inner room immediately to get dressed, but looked out of the window once again at the area where Dumbledore's body was buried. island in the middle of the lake.

……

It was clear and cloudless an hour ago, but now it is raining lightly. The raindrops from the sky are constantly hitting the window of the principal's office, making a "cracking" sound, but the portraits in the room are not disturbed at all, and they are still sleeping. We are in full swing.

However, what broke this tranquility was not the sudden change of weather outside, but Flotte who had just returned from the outside in a black cloak with raindrops hanging on it.

There was a smell of mud on her body, and she was standing under Dumbledore's portrait with an extremely ugly expression on her face.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Two small voices woke up all the portraits in the office. "Do you know what I just did?"

Dumbledore in the portrait opened his eyes and looked directly at Flott. If anyone in this world can understand what the portrait is thinking, they must be able to see the insight behind Dumbledore's indifference.

"I'm going to restore your tomb, can't you think of it." Flotte grinned sarcastically, and the next sentence was more like a question, "Since it's about restoring the tomb, can you kindly answer it for me? Now, why did the Dark Lord make a special trip to Hogwarts just to destroy your tomb and take your wand!"

Dumbledore's expression on the portrait didn't change at all, as if he knew Flott was going to say this from the very beginning: "That was just a wand, and what he took away was just a wand."

Although Flote's face was ugly and her tone was not very friendly, her overall mood was quite calm, but when she saw the portrait's calm expression, Flotte's bad premonition kept clamoring one after another: " I don't believe that an ordinary wand can arouse so much interest from the Dark Lord. Besides, Mr. Ollivander has been kidnapped since last year, and he is still alive and dead today. And just yesterday, the Dark Lord You actually showed up at Hogwarts to pick up your wand, do you know when was the last time something like this happened?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, and Flotte continued: "It is definitely not a small matter for the Dark Lord to personally eradicate the baby Harry, but judging from your expression , it seems that it is not so unexpected, it seems that there is one more thing that you want to hide from us."

"Actually, this matter is not within my expectations."

Flott did not expect Dumbledore to answer her words.Unexpected?Looking at the portrait just now, Flotte really thought that Dumbledore had arranged all of this, so her tone just now was that kind of unfriendly questioning.

"In general, this is not the progress I want to see." Dumbledore's tone in the portrait could not hear any emotion, "Flott, have you heard of the Deathly Hallows?"

"Deathly Hallows? That story that is no different from a fairy tale? Merlin, you are always like this. We are talking about why your wand was taken away by the Dark Lord, but you are telling me some fairy tale here... Wait!" Fu Lott suddenly realized something, and she went through the three items contained in the Deathly Hallows carefully, "You mean...impossible, this itself is a myth and legend, a fairy tale, how could it be..."

"Many people don't believe in the existence of those three things, but I think that as a person who has summoned the god of death and miraculously escaped from death, it will be easier to believe in its existence."

"Then what you mean is that your wand is the legendary Elder Wand, and now the invincible Elder Wand is in the hands of the Dark Lord!"

"You can understand that, but it's not true in fact. Do you know how the Elder Wand succeeds, Flotte?"

Flott didn't know why Dumbledore would reveal so much to her today, but when she followed Dumbledore's train of thought to think about the way the Elder Wand was delivered, she had the answer.

"It's victory, so you want to say..." Flotte silently completed this sentence in her heart. The reason why the Dark Lord didn't completely get the Elder Wand was because the one who defeated Dumbledore was not the Dark Lord but Snape... …

And the way he wanted to get the Elder Wand in full was...

The author has something to say:

I feel that the issue of the Elder Wand should have been foreshadowed in front of me, but I didn't realize it at the time, so it was really awkward when I wrote this piece, but if I don't write about it, I don't want to let the professor and Flott die. It's not white, I don't know how I died (cover my face)

It stands to reason that it should be sweeter when we first got together, but... let's see you in the follow-up episode, this article should be over orz