HP's Wretched

This is the second day after the end of the war. The outside is not as sunny as yesterday, and it seems to have fallen back to the gloomy and oppressive feeling. I don't know if this is just Flott's personal feeling, or it is the truth.

Flotte sat in front of this table which was used as both a dressing table and an on-the-spot laboratory table, staring at the mirror and carefully covering the long scar on her face with thick foundation, but no matter what kind of makeup she used Even the foundation couldn't make the conspicuous scar disappear completely, and even made the whole face look weird like this table now, with strangely shaped jars of potion materials mixed in the soft cosmetic jars.

In fact, it could have been sorted out, but Flotte didn't think it was necessary, and she didn't want to...

After trying for nearly ten minutes, Flotte finally gave up using powder foundation to cover the scars on her face and dark spots on her body. She was not distraught because of the failure, but she sighed and took the last resort, There is an even better way to deceive your ears than makeup - a pair of magic earrings.

She took out this pair of earrings from the bottom of the cabinet. The original function of these earrings was nothing more than that these witches used magic to cover up the wrinkles on their faces. It was really a form of deception and self-deception.

Sure enough, after Flotte put on the earrings, combined with the effect of the foundation, her face returned to its former radiance, but unfortunately, the brilliance in her eyes was still dim.

She must be beautiful today, even if she uses this self-deception method, who will let her go to the center of the trial again under the eyes of everyone today.

Speaking of the trial, we have to talk about the time when she disappeared after the war just ended the day before yesterday...

That day, after hearing Kingsley's order to arrest the Malfoy family, Flotte apparated to Malfoy Manor at the fastest speed.The dilapidated manor has long lost its former glory, and even the few peacocks that the owner was most proud of, now there are only a few scattered peacock feathers lying on the ground alone, and the owner of the manor, now Shi Ze was urgently packing his last bags, preparing to leave here forever.

"Sissy, are you..." Are you going to run away?

"Flott!" "Godmother! Godmother, your face..." The Malfoy family obviously didn't expect Flott to appear at this time.

"As you can see, we are going to leave here." Lucius' complexion was very bad, and he was so haggard that his favorite painting was lying under his feet, but now it was broken and unrecognizable.

"Get out of here? This method is useless." Flotte didn't care about that much anymore, she walked around the things that fell on the ground, and approached: "I just heard that they are going to send people to arrest you."

"It's all the more reason we should get out of here because they're after us, shouldn't we?"

"But where can you escape to? It's as if you can escape from being hunted by escaping!" Flotte hated Lucius' attitude to death.

"Don't escape? If we don't escape, do we have to wait here to die? Excuse me, what advice do you have?"

"Lucius!" Narcissa was also very dissatisfied with Lucius' attitude at this time.

Flotte stared at Lucius viciously, and shouted at Draco: "Xiaolong, you leave the living room first, I have something to discuss with your parents."

After Draco walked into the back room and closed the door tightly, Flotte let out her tone completely: "Listen, Lucius Malfoy! I ran here desperately, not just to tell you this Small news, let alone to ridicule you, although your stupid behavior has been scolded billions of times in my mind, but I am standing here at this time to help you!"

"Help us? How do you want to help, look here! Look at this Malfoy Manor! Look at us! Look at everything! It's all ruined, nothing is left!"

"You dog..." Flotte was interrupted by an equally hysterical voice before she could utter the curse.

"Lucius Malfoy! Look at yourself! Take a good look at yourself, look at your appearance!" This roar came from Narcissa, to be honest, Flote has known Narcissa for so many years, I have never seen her speak in such a state, "I did not marry a coward!"

"Cissy, I'm not..." It was obvious that Narcissa's attitude surprised Malfoy as well.

"It's not what? Ah? It's not what! Look at the good things that so-called Dark Lord has done! Everything today is thanks to him! He destroyed our manor, threw you into Azkaban, and forced The little dragon is going to kill Dumbledore! Ha! He is a pervert! I helped Potter hide the fact that the savior is not dead from this lunatic, which is simply the best thing I did in my life!"

"Wait, Sissy, what are you talking about, what are you helping?" Flotte keenly caught something.

"At that time, that Potter was sent to die, and was later killed by the madman. You know, the madman asked me to find out if he was still alive. I lied and said he was dead."

A gleam of light flashed in Flott's eyes: "You tricked the devil and helped Harry. Then some things might be much simpler."

"What are you going to do?" Narcissa stepped forward and nervously held Fluote's hand.

"I came here to talk about this method. Although the method may require a lot of effort, at least you will not be fugitives, and Xiaolong doesn't need to hide all his life."

"What's the way?" Lucius might really be sober at this moment, and the cloudiness in his eyes dissipated a little.

However, Flotte still didn't show Lucius a good face. She glared at Lucius, then pulled Narcissa and walked to a corner.

"Do you remember how Karkaroff escaped punishment after Voldemort disappeared for the first time?"

"Sell out your colleagues, sell out Barty Crouch Jr."

"Yes, Sissy, you can do the same."

"What do you mean? Who do you want me to betray? Isn't it because Karkaroff has a contract between Germany and the British Ministry of Magic that he can survive by betraying others, but the Malfoy family didn't..."

"Let me figure out a solution to the issue of the contract. You only need to care about one issue, and that is..."

"Sell who..."

"Yes! The point is who to betray."

Narcissa suddenly had a very bad guess from the bottom of her heart, she gradually raised her eyes to look at Flotte, her lips trembled slightly: "Everyone who should be arrested has been arrested, you will not know Flotte, So you mean..."

Flotte pulled out her hand to hold Narcissa's shoulders, and gradually leaned forward to whisper in her ear, except for Narcissa, no one could really hear her.

However, when those few words were gently scattered in Narcissa's ears, she reacted tremendously and pushed Flote away violently.

"No, no...impossible, how could you..."

"Sissy, everything I said is true, you still remember Tiger, my son Tiger, his death is..." Flotte couldn't complete the second half of the sentence.

"No, how dare he, how dare he do this..." Narcissa couldn't imagine how desperate Flot was at that time, "Why didn't you tell me? You can tell me, tell me about the one who received a thousand dollars !"

Speaking of this matter, Flotte's pain of the day surged up again. She bit her lip and restrained herself until she was calmer before she took Narcissa's hand again and said seriously: "It's been so many years, it's all gone Yes, really, he also... went where he was supposed to go. I'm telling you this because..."

"In order to betray you, and then in exchange for our family's freedom? What are you thinking, Flotte, this is impossible! I will not betray my friend! I will not trade your pain for my own benefit!"

"Then do you have a better way?"

Narcissa's emotions also became agitated. She pointed at the door and shouted: "We can escape, we can escape anywhere, even if it is a foreign country, I can't betray you! How can I betray you? No, I don't want!"

"If you don't want it, you have to! I don't want to see Xiaolong bear the infamy of being a fugitive for the rest of his life!" Who is that, that is her godson, and she always treats her as her own godson, "Sissy, think about Xiaolong carefully." , think about him, there is no other way, really, they are coming soon."

As soon as Draco was mentioned, Narcissa's emotions rushed for a moment. Narcissa, who has always been strong and never shed tears in front of others, didn't care about anything at this time, but even so, she still gritted her teeth and shook her head fiercely: " No, we chose the wrong path, and followed us with Xiaolong. I will never use your freedom to make up for our mistakes! We are free from crime, and you, what should you do?"

Flotte understands that she can't change anything just by talking now.So she closed her eyes and calmed down for a moment, and when she opened them again, she gritted her teeth and ruthlessly tore off the button on her neck, revealing the pieces of clavicle that had been backlashed by the magic power, and were clearly visible under the skin. Blood vessels, and patches of black spots on the side.

"Merlin!" Narcissa covered her mouth and looked at the scars on Flotte's body in disbelief.

"You can't help but recognize what this is. This war has cost too much, and it has almost consumed my entire life force. What is happening now is the side effects of banned drugs. You know, it's no longer two years to be backlashed by magic power like this. It's time to live, even if I continue to live with drugs, I don't want to live with this scarred face and terrifying marks all over my body. What's more..."

Flotte paused at this point, choked up and continued: "The person who has been with me is gone, and I have no reason to continue to live in this world."

"Severus..." Narcissa guessed who Flott was talking about.

"So Sissy, I don't care where I die, but I care about the value of this death. If my death can bring your family safety, then this deal will be a big deal, Slytherin Never trade at a loss.”

"But..." Narcissa wanted to say something more, but Flotte didn't give her a chance.

"Sissy, you are the only friend I have left in the world, and you are also the one who brought me the few vitality for the rest of my life, because you made me Draco's godson, and made up for me. ...Really, I have always been grateful to you for this, and you also risked saving me from Voldemort, so anyway, for Draco, for Malfoy, for you, do as I say."

As soon as Flotte finished speaking, there was no time for Narcissa to think, because several dazzling white lights appeared at the gate of Malfoy Manor.

"They're coming!" Lucius saw this scene.

Flotte let go of Narcissa's hand, and seriously threatened Lucius Malfoy with the last sentence: "Listen, Lucius Malfoy, I'm sorry for Sissy if you are stupid, and you can't take good care of Xiaolong. Then even if I am in hell, I will jump out and pull you down alive to accompany me!"

After roaring ferociously, Flotte also drew out her wand to gradually hide her figure into the air, and then watched helplessly as the Aurors took the Malfoy family away...

……

Withdrawing her thoughts, Flotte was facing the mirror at this time, holding the lipstick in her hand steadily, and tracing her lips that had lost much blood. For some reason, this scene now reminded her inexplicably of the day she got married.

In fact, she has always forgotten that when she was a child, she didn't like makeup at all, and she didn't know much about it. Even on the day of her wedding, she drew her eyebrows tremblingly, and was interrupted by owls that kept flying in.According to this situation, it is obvious that he should have no charm, but why did he become like this?

Perhaps it was from the day of her wedding that she put on a thick foundation and painted a red color that didn't belong to her, and this delicate and extremely ugly mask has never been taken off...

And today was the last day she wore this mask, and she took it to the center of the interrogation room, to the center of the people's undisguised hatred, and to the most lively place where her life ended.

It seemed Snape had been right about her from the start.That time, in order to help the Potter family run out of mana, after waking up from a coma, she asked him: "If I died quietly instead of being in a coma today, would you spare time to bury me?"

And he replied: "When you were alive, you have never been silent and quiet. Believe me, you will have to make a storm in your death to be reconciled."

Looking at it now, the trial in a while, I'm afraid it will really be full of storms.

Flotte laughed unknowingly, and gradually laughed loudly, but when she smiled, tears overflowed uncontrollably...

She hastily picked up a handkerchief and wiped it lightly. Today is not a day for crying, she should have been crying, and she still wants to appear in front of everyone in a beautiful way today.

Flotte took a last look in the mirror, raised her usual elegant and false smile, walked to the door and pushed open the door.

The principal's office is still the same, with a bunch of portraits of old men and ladies hanging there, some are looking at her, some are sleeping, some are idle and chatting, and some are staring at the new portrait.

Yes, the new portrait is that of Headmaster Snape.

Flotte turned sideways and didn't dare to look directly at the portrait, but walked to the one she was most familiar with and most at ease, raised her provocative expression hard, and raised her hand to reveal her fingernails smeared with red nail polish. Looking at the portrait, he said, "Do my nails look good, Principal Dumbledore?"

"You know what I'm going to say."

"Yes, I know that you are not allowed to paint your nails as a professor. You told me that on the first day I joined the job. But today, what I want to say is that I resign! I can paint as much as I want!" Flo Te triumphantly admired his hands, "Tsk, I haven't painted them in ten years, and the red nail polish really looks white."

"child……"

"Hush! I'm not here to listen to your nagging, I just want to simply... simply say something, that's all." Flotte took a deep breath, "Albus, ha, I seem to I never called you Albus, I always called you Headmaster Dumbledore, I may have always thought it would be more appropriate to call you Headmaster, but today, you are no longer my boss, so Albus, thank you for letting me stay At Hogwarts, I've had a very happy few years here, and thank you, truly."

"I'm glad to hear you say you're happy."

"I'm also very glad that I can say it, just like I called you Albus today." Flotte blinked slyly, "Actually, I'm telling you in a low voice, rather than calling you Albus, I want to call you face to face Old, honey, bee."

"Then your wish has come true."

"That's it."

Accompanied by Dumbledore's kind laughter, Flott finally built up the courage to face the portrait behind her.

She calmed down, stroked the broken hair around her ears briefly, turned around with a smile, and faced the man in the black robe who lived in the picture frame and would never change forever, and said softly: "I never Never thought I'd be talking to your portrait. To be honest, it's really weird."

Snape in the frame did not speak, but looked at Flott with a special look. If the portrait really has eyes, then these eyes should be called complicated.

"Severus, am I looking good today?"

"nice."

Flotte smiled: "It's the first time I've heard words of praise from you. It seems that talking to you in the portrait is pretty good. At least you won't be awkward, cover up, or lie."

Snape didn't speak as before, just quietly looking at Flott under the frame.

"Actually, I've thought about a lot of things these past few days. From childhood to now, I suddenly realized that my life has been...very...bad. For the first half of my life, I either blamed myself for being born badly or hated myself for marrying. No, I have been buried in hatred and regret for most of the rest of my life. It seems that I have never lived a decent life in this life. Either I hurt this or that, and I don’t blame this or that. I live. Meaningless."

"No, it's never meaningless. You have caused so many troubles and made me worry so much, but you have been with me all the time. You are one of my meanings." The sarcasm is full of temperature.

Flotte smiled happily, and stretched out her hand to touch the corner of the robe on the portrait, as if she really touched the robe she always liked to pull: "Cut! Who wants to be your meaning."

Flotte withdrew her hand stroking the portrait, but took a step back and raised her head to look directly into the portrait's eyes: "Actually, the last few years are the few years I have done the fewest things I regret. Standing in line with the Order of the Phoenix to do money-losing business, let alone regretting being with you and... falling in love with you."

"I never thought that the day when I could have a lover and be loved, maybe this life is really such a splendid time..."

Having said that, Flotte didn't continue to talk, but stared at the black eyes that looked like oil paintings, quietly recalling memories.

At this moment, the heavy wooden door of the principal's office was pushed open again, and Flotte knew who it was without turning her head.

"Kingsley... No, it's the minister, can you wait for me outside for a while, I'll be out soon."

Kingsley looked at Flotte standing in front of the portrait, and understood her intentions, so he nodded slightly, agreed with Flott, and stepped back to gently close the door.

Seeing that the door was closed again, Flotte hurriedly said her final farewell: "All traces of my past living in this office have disappeared, perhaps leaving nothing behind is the best farewell. So the ground It's the last time, and I hope we can meet again in the underground..." If you have a chance to go to heaven instead of going to the underground, then please stay well and stop looking for me who is doomed to wander in the darkness outside up.

After finishing speaking, Flotte ignored Snape's whisper, but turned around and walked straight to the gate.

When walking to the gate, a black shadow suddenly flashed across the glass window not far from her side, Flote knew what it was, she had seen it before.

For some reason, a long-standing question suddenly popped up in her mind, and Flotte finally asked Dumbledore's portrait: "Albus, you have always been well-informed, and you must have heard of Sisyphus. That Greek mythology story."

"I've heard of it."

"Do you think he could actually push that rock to the top of the hill one day instead of just going back and forth?"

"Sometimes stopping is not the only possibility of ending. No one can say that there is some unexpected external force that stops everything. If everything is possible."

"I hope so." Flotte responded softly, then pushed open the heavy door, and actively put her hand into the unique magic handcuffs...

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