HP's Wretched

However, the cheers tonight could only be temporary. Before the professors could ask more information about Harry's wanderings these past few months, a hiss suddenly exploded in everyone's brains.

It came from the fear spreading in the brain, and even blocking the ears could not block this voice—the voice of the mysterious man, the voice that everyone was afraid of.

And the message that this voice wants to bring is a notice, a notice full of threats: hand over Potter at midnight, or the whole school will be buried with him.

Screams, cursing, and the voices of the professors maintaining order also brought back Float, who was out of her thoughts.She can't keep hiding here, it's time to get out.

Taking advantage of the panic of the students, Flotte crossed layers of crowds and squeezed into the center. Professor McGonagall, who happened to be surrounded in the middle, arranged protective measures: "We have to activate Hogwarts' protection spell quickly! Philly Us, you quickly lead the professor and members of the Order of the Phoenix to build a protective spell outside the campus, I have to go to the principal's office to get..."

"Professor McGonagall, you don't need to go, I have already brought the things for you."

"Flote!" The professors were very surprised to see Flotte squeezed out of the crowd.It can be seen that they should all have heard about what happened that night.

Facing the reactions of these professors, Flotte was still uneasy. After all, everything she said that night seemed to have been completely overturned. Although Dumbledore's portrait promised to make it clear to McGonagall, but the specific What happened to Flotte was not clear.

However, Professor McGonagall's next move completely dispelled Flott's doubts.

I saw Professor McGonagall stepping forward and hugged Flott, stroking Flott's head and said with emotion: "Thanks Merlin, you are fine!"

Flotte, who was hugged, was obviously a little stiff, but it was only for a moment, and soon she smiled affectionately: "I'm fine, I just changed to a different place to be lazy."

"I thought……"

Flott knew what Professor McGonagall was going to say, but there were some things she couldn't say right now: "He... still talked about loyalty for so many years, saved my life, and healed my injuries."

This "he" does not need to be explained, everyone knows who it is referring to.Sure enough, when Professor McGonagall heard the word "he", his face changed badly.

Seeing that something was wrong, Flotte quickly changed the subject: "I'm glad you didn't point your wand at me."

"Dumbledore didn't tell me any reason, just told me to believe you. To be honest, even if he said that, I still doubted you, but then I met Mr. Longbottom, and he told me what happened that day."

"Nanawi and the other children, are they okay?"

"They're pretty good. I've already arranged for them to take the juniors to a safe place to hide." Professor McGonagall said.

The wandering crowd still pushed back and forth, even pushing Mr. Weasley into the middle of their group of professors: "Professor Luster, I'm glad to see you well, but Minerva, I think it's time to It doesn't seem like a good time to reminisce about the old days."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and the spirit on her face was unprecedented: "Yeah, it's really time to get down to business."

Flotte handed the magic map inlaid with the four colleges to Professor McGonagall.

"Where did you get it?"

"The principal's office came by the way." Flott lied without blushing, "You know, Dumbledore's portrait helped a lot."

When Professor McGonagall inlaid the magic map of the icons of the four colleges in an inconspicuous groove in the center of the hall, although the whole hall was mixed with the noise of people, the place could still be heard clearly. The ancient school, which has been sleeping in peace for a hundred years, makes a shocking "click" sound when it wakes up again. It seems that the school motto "Sleeping Dragon, Don't Disturb" is not for nothing.

"The enemy is coming, so it should wake up!" Professor McGonagall muttered, and then drew out his wand. All the defensive circles were ready following the embedding of the territory, and it was time to open it.

All the professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix rushed out of the campus, preparing to jointly release a huge protective barrier that would buy time for Harry to find the object. However, Flotte was not included among these busy figures, because she was pulling A Slytherin student asks one thing:

"Did you see where Draco Malfoy went?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Luster, I didn't see it." This was the answer of almost all the students she caught.

Flotte's palms were slightly sweating at this moment, and she felt a little unstoppable panic. Looking at today's momentum, this battle must be fought if she doesn't want to. She has to watch Draco not let the child do anything wrong. Things to do.

However, the flow of students gradually dissipated from the hall, and all the rest were seniors who were ready to face the battle, and they probably had no intention of helping Flott find someone.

"Flot, the protective barriers outside are not manned enough!" Madam Pomfrey came into the hall and called for help.

Flotte actually wanted to continue pretending to be a Squib, but thinking about the fight with that crazy woman Bella that day, I'm afraid everyone now knows that she is not a Squib...

Forget it, it’s still important to get down to business, Draco should go to the shelter to look for it later, that kid has not been very courageous since he was a child, I hope he can use his brain this time and know how to hide in the shelter with the flow!

Flotte gritted her teeth, gave up looking for her godson, and followed Madam Pomfrey out of the castle.

……

"Now the personnel in each position should be assigned clearly, except for the bridge leading to the outside of the school, we have to find someone to blow it up." Kingsley pointed to the general position and arranged.

"I'll go." Professor Flitwick waved his arms up so others could see him.

"It's best not to go for the main output, we have to stay here, they will come in through the gate sooner or later."

"I think it might be most appropriate for me to go." Neville, who was passing by, said without hesitation after hearing the conversation of the professors.

"No." Almost all professors disagreed.

"You are still a student, you can't step into this kind of danger... let me go."

"Flot, your position is at the observatory, and it is equally important there."

"Professor Luster, I'm already in the seventh grade, and I'll be graduating in a few months. I'm no longer a child." Neville retorted, "There are not many professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix, and we should be out too." A force."

"Mr. Longbottom, you have to think about it." Professor McGonagall said very seriously.

"I know war is not a game."

Seeing Neville's determined expression at this time, Flotte's expression was a little dazed, as if the child in front of her was no longer the child who was picked up by her when she was young and loved all kinds of flowers, but was like a soldier, fighting with his parents. The same fighter, those two fighters who ruined their lives because of her...

Flotte's eyes dimmed a little bit, her ears couldn't hear their next arrangement, all she could do was stare blankly at one place with her lips pursed...

……

The wind at night seems to be unable to warm up, but this is not necessarily the case, maybe after tonight, everything, including the wind caressing the black lake, may be better.Snape was standing in his favorite place now, looking at Hogwarts in the distance, with the cold wind blowing, he thought so.

He doesn't know where to go, what to do, or even which side he should help, but he understands a little bit, or can feel a little bit, tonight should mean the end for him.

Maybe he should go to Potter now before he dies at Voldemort's hands, and then let the other party kill him without listening to his excuses, and finally see everything he should have seen.But he really didn't want to die at the hands of that brat.

Another breeze blew by, and Snape knew that maybe now, it was Merlyn who was gracious, giving him the last quiet before dawn.

Of course, this tranquility is still broken by the magical animals who don't like to sleep at night. Listening carefully, it seems that they can still hear the sound of them secretly chewing on leaves.

Accompanied by this voice, Snape turned and wandered aimlessly. The only thing that attracted him was a plant on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Reflecting the moonlight, the plant seemed to Snape to be some kind of precious magic. There are medicinal materials, but when he got closer, he found that it was nothing but a weed with clover.

But just when Snape was about to turn around, a gust of cool wind blew by, and the clover trembled one after another. Coincidentally, a distinctive four-leaf leaf came out—clover, Felicia Potion The most important ingredient is also the key medicinal material for the good or bad of this potion.

Although the four-leaf clover itself had a beautiful connotation, Snape usually didn't believe it, because in his eyes it was just a relatively precious potion material.

However, today was different, he squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the leaf, with a kind of tenderness unique to spring.He should take it off, maybe that good moral will come to him.

But so what happened to him, it was meaningless...

Hogwarts not far away was now shrouded in a huge transparent magic veil, through the refraction of the moonlight Snape could even see the black Death Eaters in the distance who had already gathered. Obviously, War is imminent.

If the four-leaf clover can really bring happiness and good luck as rumored, then bless this century-old school and its teachers and students who are fighting for justice, and...and that child can win the final victory.

Snape never picked up the four-leaf clover, but left it on the ground of Hogwarts, protecting everything.

His fate has been decided, his task is also obvious, it is time to end, but he does not know if he can see Flott again before the end...

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"What are you drinking?" Lupine walked to Flott's side and observed the potion in Flott's hand, which he had noticed early in the morning.

Flotte took the small bottle a little farther away, and showed Lupine: "A highly effective magic booster."

"Isn't this a banned drug?"

"Yes." Flotte replied nonchalantly, then continued to bite the bottle and poured it into her mouth.

She is completely absent-minded now, because Draco has not been found in many places, and now she must be on duty at her post and must not leave half a step.She was worried about Draco, and also about... Snape... They had agreed to go together, but she still couldn't accept that it might be the last time they saw each other.

However, compared to Flott's emotions, Lupine obviously cared more about the potion in Flott's hand: "You are crazy! This kind of medicine has a strong backlash effect, how many bottles have you drank? I saw you drink it just now! "

Flotte lowered her head to open the bag and glanced at the few bottles of potion she brought out, all of which were now empty, then calmly closed the small bag and refused to answer Lupine's question directly: "You chose to be ashamed to be Torn apart by the Death Eaters, or fought to the death and finally killed by the backlash of the medicine, anyway, I would rather choose the latter."

"I don't think the only way out of this war is death." Lupine's expression was very serious. Although he was prepared for a possible sacrifice, it didn't mean that he would take the initiative to ask for death, and Flotte in front of him was obviously Making the second choice, "Why are you doing this?"

"what?"

"I feel like you want to die because you don't want to live at all."

"Do you want to give me another psychological counseling before the war starts?" Flotte did not forget the magical image of Lupine's confidant brother at the seaside.

"You didn't answer my question, Flotte."

"Then let me answer you now. Your guess is both right and wrong. I drink these medicines in the hope that I can contribute to the war. As for the backlash damage, I just don't care. I'm not like you. After the war, I don't care. For you, it is a new starting point in your life, and for me, this war may be the most glorious and right thing I have done in my life, so it is not bad to end here."

"Is it because of Snape? His mutiny?" Lupine no longer called Severus, "Honestly speaking, I have doubted you after his mutiny, including your injury this time, but Minerva later told me that Dumbledore's portrait..."

"I don't want to talk about it." Flotte didn't want to hear anyone say bad things about Snape, but she couldn't prove it for him, so she didn't want to talk about it, so she changed the subject, "Since you mentioned your new Life, I haven't congratulated you yet, happy wedding, and congratulations on becoming a father!"

Lu Ping, who was questioning seriously just now, couldn't help but smile happily when he mentioned his wife and son.

"I knew you would be with Tonks sooner or later. It seems that my eyes are still so vicious, ha. I know the baby is a boy, but I don't know what the name of the child is."

"Teddy." Speaking of this name, Lupine couldn't hide his smile at all.

"It's a very cute name, it's lively and active when you hear it."

"He is very lively, he is not afraid of strangers at all, and he likes to laugh."

"Ha, you've learned how to show your children. But it's no wonder, with the genes of the hijacker and Tonks' extravagant personality, I think all professors should worry about a new kid coming to Hogwarts ten years from now." naughty."

"It's normal for boys to be naughty, and I believe my son will definitely set a new record in Transfiguration class."

"Tsk, the show isn't over yet." Flotte took out a small golden pendant from her small bag and handed it to Lupine, "I don't even have a chance to give you a present when you're newly married. It is melted out of gold, with a lot of protective spells added on it, some small evil spells, even if it is bumped, it will be protected."

Flott thought that Lupine would accept the gift, but unexpectedly Lupine did not accept it.

"Are you being polite? Or are you disgusted? You don't want any congratulatory gifts for your son."

"I want this gift, but I hope you can give it to Teddy yourself."

Flott understood what Lupine meant. He hoped that he could live well after the war.But there are some things...

"It seems that you still don't plan to give up counseling me before the war." Flotte said with a smile, "Okay, I will try my best. But this war is uncertain. If you don't get it in your hands now, you may have to do it in a while." Follow me into the ground."

"No... I believe we can meet at the celebration banquet. At that time, I will bring Tonks and Teddy with me. You must bring the wedding gift and my son's congratulatory gift."

"Tsk, your happiness is really enviable." Flotte didn't think she would be lucky enough to survive to the end, "Seriously, if I don't survive to the end, then every year on the anniversary of my death, I would also bring some flowers along the way. I don’t want to see that there is not even a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave.”

"Yes, many people will definitely come to see you. I have to say that you are a very good professor."

"Ha, it was heartwarming to hear a senior Gryffindor praise me at the last minute. Let alone, in the past, when I was in school, I would never have dared to think about my future. Make friends with Gryffindors, maybe even tell something."

"Nor did I expect to be friends with a difficult Slytherin like you."

The two couldn't help laughing when they said this, but this scene didn't last long, and there were bursts of "booming" impacts from the huge protective shield outside.

war started...

Tens of thousands of spells were fired towards the shield almost simultaneously. Even Flotte, who had experienced the battlefield, was too shocked to make a sound when she saw this scene, and even the hand holding the wand began to sweat.

She admitted that she was starting to get scared...

"I have to go back to Tonks." These were Lupine's first thoughts and words after seeing this scene.

Flotte can't take care of Lupine's affairs at the moment, what she regrets the most now is that she didn't buy enough illegal drugs back then.

However, when everyone was panicking, on the rooftop that leaked not far away, the red-haired Weasley - Fred Weasley smiled and pointed to the sky and shouted: "George, look, this is more fun than fireworks!" !"

George Weasley also replied excitedly: "This scene can't help but remind me of Umbridge. Sure enough, I was too young to play with fireworks."

The people around more or less heard the conversation between the two brothers, and the atmosphere suddenly eased up.

Although the wand was still tightly held in his hand, Flotte, who was uneasy just now, had only one sentence in her mind at this moment: To be able to see such a scene in this life is considered complete...

……

"Hurry up!" Flotte swung her wand and flicked a spell aimed at Hermione and Ron, and then rushed to block them, "You complete your mission, I will deal with these idiots .”

However, facing the two Death Eaters, Ron and Hermione still didn't dare to leave Flott here alone to deal with the two.

Seeing the hesitation of the two people, Flotte waved her wand to attack, and roared anxiously: "Go away! What are you doing! The most important thing is to complete your mission!"

In the end, Ron made a fierce attack, and after making a gap, he dragged Hermione, who was still unwilling to leave, to the ground.

"Protect yourselves!" Flotte yelled, she didn't know if the two of them could hear her, but she still managed to yell with all her strength, but Flotte's voice became smaller and smaller in the next sentence, "If ...if you see Draco, please let him go, please..."

The sound of colliding spells, the painful wailing of the injured, and the crash of stone pillars and walls.Flotte held her wand tightly and concentrated on attacking the two Death Eaters in front of her.

Although she drank a few bottles of forbidden medicine, it was still difficult for her to fight against two, but this did not mean that everything was impossible.

Attacking, defending, and even setting traps between spells one after another, waiting for the enemy to step in.

However, this time the good luck did not seem to be on Flott's side.

A bunch of red magic spells hit Flotte's face directly...

……

"Aren't you going to fight? Just watch it here?"

"Aren't you in there too?" Snape sneered and looked at Malfoy, who was standing beside him with a slumped face. After he came out of Azkaban, he never returned to his former glory. .

Lucius didn't seem to have the energy to care about the irony anymore, he opened his mouth and said with all his strength: "He wants me to come to you."

It's finally here, isn't it?The moment has finally arrived.

Hope that brat sees his prompt and understands everything.But it doesn't matter if you don't see it, she knows all of this and knows what to do with Flotte, but... I'm afraid I really don't have a chance to see it again.

"Where is it?" Snape's tone was extremely numb, and he had already started to fantasize about how to pretend to be shocked, terrified, sad, and desperate when he saw that monster for a while.

"Scream Shack."

Snape raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Screaming Shack, the place he hated the most. He was almost bitten to death by a werewolf, rescued by his rival, and later witnessed the touching friendship of the "old husband and wife", and finally lost his life. He had to be lost there, which made him more desperate than death.

However, he had no choice.

"I see."

Lucius opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.He turned to head towards the center of the battle, he was going to find his son, he was going to find Draco.

"Severus." Lucius walked a meter away, but after all he couldn't hold back the words that had been smothered in his heart, "I'm sorry...for bringing you in."

No one answered, and no one spoke again, only the sound of Lucius' footsteps continuing to the castle...

……

Flotte can't smell anything else now, except for the smell of blood, which is the smell of blood, even in her mouth.

The depth of her clothes was even stained with some sticky unknown substance. The scene in front of her was no longer a campus full of books, but... Hell is probably similar to this, especially the two people lying under her feet. A man who was already bloody and bloody was the two who had just attacked her.

Looking at this disgusting scene, Flotte didn't feel nauseous, because she couldn't feel it now, the only thing she could feel was the blood in her whole body, every blood vessel, no matter how thick or thin, seemed to be pouring into something, it was almost Cracked.

She raised her hand, but there were black spots all over her blood-spattered hands, and it started to backfire. The medicine attracted the magic power and began to completely backlash, even devouring her whole soul.

But she didn't feel any pain, on the contrary, it made her feel very excited, especially excited, and even wanted to continue killing, don't stop killing... Sure enough, banned drugs are banned drugs.

Flotte slowly squatted down to pick up the gun that had already been loaded with a full shuttle, but the moment she lowered her head, the blood on her face began to fall to the ground drop by drop. I can't stop.

It was hot, but it wasn't painful, only a numb feeling of being unable to move spread across her right face.Flote didn't dare to think about why she felt this way, and she didn't want to think about where the blood dripping from her face came from. She only knew that she had paid a heavy price for this fierce battle.

Just when she was about to pick up the gun and stand up from the ground, her keen nerves sensed that someone was standing behind her.

Flotte was not afraid, but still stood up calmly, turned around and rushed towards the man, and sure enough, Lucius in front of him was pointing at her with his wand.

But this person shrank obviously when he looked at Flotte squarely.

"Is that your blood?"

Flotte was unwilling to answer his question, but just looked at Malfoy holding up the magic wand that he didn't know where it came from: "Next, do we have to start a duel?"

The fatigue in Lucius' eyes, plus the movement of putting down his wand, was fatigue: "Where's Draco?"

"I've been looking for him, but I can't find him." Flott didn't want to think about anything now, except for one thing, "Where's Severus."

"Screaming Shack, the Dark Lord has summoned him."

The excitement that was still in the killing just now sank to the bottom in an instant...

……

Flotte's vision became more and more blurred now, as if everything was wrapped in a layer of blood mist, but she did not stop, but dared to go to the house she hated the most like crazy.

Every breath she took was sticky, and her legs were no longer able to lift up the steps, but so what, she arrived and saw the spray behind the paper-like window. blood.

The author has something to say:

I wrote a chapter that was a headache for me, but it finally came to the end. I just want to say: Why the hell do I have to start with a flashback!It's too difficult to round.

Next, there are two options that need your help to choose:

1. Lookatme said to Flotte, that is the last time the two met.

2. Facing Harry, the professor had closed his eyes the moment Flotte entered.

The second one is very original, and imperfection is also a kind of perfection, but it is indeed a pity, so please help me choose. (Supplement: I forgot a very important factor when I posted it last night. Flotte's face was ruined, so let's not meet this side (*?????))