HP's Wretched

Flotte had never felt that the cloak she was wearing could be so heavy, it was so heavy that she couldn't even stand up now.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling like never before: "Did you plan all this long ago?"

"Dumbledore, tell me, did you plan to come to this point today, and you knew that the devil would kill Severus sooner or later?"

"Flotte, listen to me, this is not the beginning of me..."

"You promised me!" Flotte didn't want to hear an explanation from a broken portrait at all, "You promised me to guarantee Severus' life, and you also told me that you never wanted to make him sacrifice! But why? Why! You lied to me!"

"I just said that the right to obtain the Elder Wand is victory. I died voluntarily in Severus' hands, so I want the power of the Elder Wand to disappear from my hands."

"So what, that lunatic and that devil will still think that the inheritance of the Elder Wand belongs to Severus! He will still kill him!"

"I admit that I have considered the occurrence of this situation, and I have made complete preparations to prevent him from getting this wand from affecting Harry's mission. And in my plan, I don't want Voldemort to know this A wand exists in the world..."

"That is to say, you guessed this possibility from the beginning? And Harry also knew about the Elder Wand? But you didn't say a word to us! You have always been like this about your plan, even if this The plan is to kill him!"

Sitting in the portrait, Dumbledore closed his eyes and couldn't say anything for a while. After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes. Flotte was sure that she actually saw a picture from the eyes of a portrait. Seeing full of helplessness: "Flotte, no matter who I have defeated, what contributions I have made, and what struggles I have made for justice, I am just a human being, and I have never been a god. Like, in war, a tiny molecule."

"I don't want to see casualties, I don't want to see any casualties, I also hope that all righteous people can survive in the war, even if I use my life to exchange everyone's lives, I will With great pleasure. But this is war, and we are dealing with war, and it is impossible...”

"In my plan, I have tried my best to save everyone's life, everyone's. But the plan is still not reality, as I said, we will never be able to predict its changes, even if we prepare follow-up measures to prevent the situation from changing, But a change is a change, and there will always be sacrifices. So I'm sorry, Flote, I missed a step, I broke my promise, and I couldn't guarantee the perfect implementation of this plan..."

Flotte felt that her chest was extremely stuffy, and she was about to be unable to breathe. The only thing she could feel was that tears finally burst from her eye sockets.

It was too heavy, really heavy, she was crushed after all, and sat on the ground tremblingly.

In fact, she understood every word and every word Dumbledore said, but she couldn't accept it, just like no one was willing to accept death.

I have worked hard for it for most of my life, but I can't get around the word "death" after all.

What is she going to do now, stand up and accuse an old man who has died?Throwing a tantrum at a lifeless portrait?Or go out and mention the savior to that crazy devil?

Dumbledore is right, war is war, and it changes rapidly. She herself is so useless that she is not even a tiny molecule, but just a speck of dust. She thinks that doing so much can change anything, but in fact it is just a dream. Unable to change his lover has been facing the fact that he must die.

And all she can do now is stare blankly at the wall, unable to think of anything...

At this time, the heavy wooden door of the office was pushed open again, and the smell of rain mixed with the smell of green grass came in with gusts of cool wind.The visitor saw Flotte who was slumped on the carpet and staring blankly at the wall. The teardrops in the corners of his eyes made Snape frown slightly, but at the same time, he was startled and at a loss for what to do.

"What's the matter?" Snape walked behind Flott and wanted to gently pull her up, but when Flott looked up at him, the despair in his eyes seemed to put them back more than ten years ago, The night Little Tiger died.

Flott looked into Snape's eyes, her mouth trembling slightly, she wanted to open it many times but couldn't say a word, instead she hugged Snape tightly.

"All the traces on your body that have not been erased tell me that you have once again confirmed the title of troublemaker." Snape could still smell the muddy smell on Flott's body, as well as the cold touch after being drenched by the rain, although He already knew in his heart that something bad must have happened to Flotte, but he still tried to maintain the usual sarcastic tone, as if he wanted things to happen on the normal track forever.

"He took the wand from Dumbledore's grave, took Dumbledore's wand."

He doesn't need to say who it is at all...

Snape paused slightly with his soothing hand, but his tone was still calm: "I know."

"You know?" Flotte obviously didn't think of this answer, she let go of the embrace, and pulled the distance away, "Then you know that wand is..."

"The Elder Wand? I know that too." With a light tone, "I packed all of Dumbledore's belongings with my own hands. You know that, including all his precious books. Besides, I've known him for so many years , I will not fail to remember the shape of the wand in his hand, and I will not fail to pay attention to the few books he hid in Migri."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Flott's mind suddenly recalled the words Snape once said to him: I never intended to live to the end of the war.

"So you knew very early on what you were going to face."

Snape lowered his eyes, not daring to meet Flott's eyes, and nodded.

Seeing Snape's reaction, Flott's hands tightly grasped his robe: "So you were also ready to die early in the morning?"

"Yes, just like I told you that day, I didn't intend to..."

"...Live until the end of the war." Flotte's voice was choked with sobs, she tried her best to control the tears from falling, and she spoke slowly, "But I don't want you to die, Severus."

"I caused the deaths of Lily Potter and James Potter, and I also caused the death of Harry's parents since he was a child. This is a sin I owe, and I should pay it back."

"Do you pay it back with your life? You have spent half your life atoning for your sins!"

"If life can atone for all the last sins and end everything quickly, it's worth it." Snape wanted to hold Flott's hand, but Flott avoided it, "I thought We agreed that night, and you accepted it."

"Accept what? Accept the death my lover is going to face? No one can accept death, and neither can I." Flotte said stumblingly, "I thought about what you said that night, but when I heard you When the date of death is confirmed, I still can't accept it! Just like you couldn't accept my death that day!"

"I admit that I couldn't accept your death that day, even whenever I think of the scene where you lay lifeless in front of me and left me alone, I feel unspeakable pain! And we have to face it A problem, a problem that can never be avoided..." Snape's voice was not loud, but each word was deeply engraved into Flott's heart, "That's why you came back from the dead, next time When will it be time to leave me forever? I dare not think, I have never dared to think, and I have been escaping."

The tears on Flotte's cheeks gradually seeped into the corners of her mouth, and there was an indescribable bitterness.A sentence still echoed in her ears, a sentence that seemed to be in a dream that night, but also seemed to appear in reality, a sentence from the god of death that she had never forgotten: Do you remember what you promised to give when you summoned me? price?

She remembered that she lost her beloved, would not die well, would always make dark efforts, and wander endlessly in hell.Is it all predestined?

But so what if it was fate, she still couldn't accept and didn't want to accept that Snape would end his life like this, just because that madman wanted the Elder Wand?etc……

He was just trying to get the Elder Wand...

When Flott raised his eyes to look at Snape again, that obsession seemed to return to the sick and crazy ten years ago.

"I don't want you to die like this! I don't want you to be killed by that lunatic! He just wants the inheritance right of the Elder Wand, and he killed you just for the inheritance right. If the inheritance right is transferred to someone else, can't it be..."

Flotte babbled about the idea in her mind, and this idea was like a rope, firmly binding her determination.Flott didn't hesitate any longer, she just popped her wand out of her cuff and wanted to point at Snape.

"The inheritance of the old wand is victory. If I defeat you and take away your wand, then you will not be the target of the Dark Lord. Now there are so many portraits in this office, and some of them have ways to defeat you." The matter got to the ears of the Dark Lord! Even if it can’t be heard, you can do something thorough, you can fake your death! Just say that I was saved by you, and I will revenge you and kill you, so that you won’t be... "

"Flott, put down your wand!" Snape yelled in a low voice, "Even if you snatched your wand, so what, yes, I successfully faked my death, and you, you thought you could have a second miracle ?"

"I have died once, and I know that the God of Death never intends to let me go, so I don't care about the second death. All I care about is you. I don't want you to die at the hands of that lunatic. inside."

Looking at Flott's eyes, Snape's heart sank, but he still couldn't stop ridiculing: "I don't care how to die, listen to this, it's more heroic than the savior! You Prepare to die an honorable death and leave me alone like a mouse, wandering the streets alone?"

"You know I don't mean that, why do you..."

"If you don't mean it, don't say such stupid things. It is impossible for a first-year Gryffindor to say such stupid things!" Snape reprimanded, "You and I have both experienced loss, and we have both experienced the loss of the walking dead. You know how uncomfortable it is to live meaningfully. But I have always been very grateful for one thing, that is, I will always be with you in these painful days. But now you are here to say righteous words to prepare for I made a glorious sacrifice, and I tell you plainly, Flotte, I don't need your sacrifice, and I don't want to experience the pain of losing you again!"

"But you also said just now, you know that I will leave you sooner or later, the god of death has not let me go!"

"That's why I hope to leave this world with nothing worth remembering more with you." Snape said these words slowly, "Listen, Flotte, death is not just a relief, it may It is also a new beginning, we should have a new beginning, and I owe you a new beginning..."

The crazy persistence in Flotte's eyes gradually faded away, and the soft tears gradually occupied the main peak again.Snape stepped forward and pressed Flott's arm holding the wand, then held that hand, waiting quietly for Flott's answer.

"If you are alive, survived the war, and ushered in victory, then you will have a bright future. After Harry knows the truth, he will definitely justify your name. You can even get the Medal of Merlin you dreamed of, and..."

"I don't want to gamble the rest of my life for an unreliable little lion, and I don't care what others think of me. If I want to see those who call me a traitor and coward regret it, the price I have to pay is to lose you and live alone Let's go, then don't look at it."

"Severus, I don't deserve you..."

"Isn't it worth it? I think going to hell with a troublemaker shouldn't be as bad as you imagined..."

The author has something to say:

I have been traveling far away for the past few days, and I haven't had time to update it, and Calvin has never thought about how to update it.

??????Actually, I also struggled with whether to change the ending and try to save the professor. Even though so many foreshadowings were buried and the ending was set early, I still wavered and wanted to change the ending.But when you think about the state of mind that the professor will have after the war, he spends his whole life on revenge and atonement. After the war, it seems that all the lives are drained and he doesn't know what to do. Then he may face a bloody trial and everyone's doubts. It is even possible that all my privacy will be exposed to the eyes of the public, as well as the media's wanton speculation, and after the stability, Flotte will one day fall in front of his eyes due to illness and leave him alone. It's better to go to another world with you.

????? I have always liked Deng Xiaoxiao's sentence, death is another great adventure.For Flotte and the professor, death is indeed a new beginning after leaving everything behind.