HP's Wretched

Kingsley pushed open the door of the ninth interrogation room, and the noisy voices inside poured out of the room as if they had lost their barriers.He raised his eyes to look at the most central interrogation position, and the steps under his feet stopped for some reason.

"Tsk, this scene is really familiar." The woman wearing magic handcuffs behind Kingsley clicked her tongue.It was here that she sent her stepmother away. It seemed that it was really the same interrogation hall. "Actually, this interrogation hall really needs to be renovated. It hasn't changed in a few years."

"As you wish, there may be a day of renovation."

"But even if it's refurbished, I might not have the chance to see it." Flotte smiled in a half-joking tone. She looked Kingsley up and down today, and continued to laugh, "But seeing you wearing a minister's robe is considered Not a bad one."

"But I don't want to see you appear in the prisoner's interrogation position."

"Then there is no way to fulfill your wish, because we have already reached an agreement." Flotte smiled coquettishly, then bypassed Kingsley who was standing in front of the door, and walked into the interrogation hall to accept everyone's gaze .

Looking at Flotte who was going forward without even bothering to turn his head, Kingsley couldn't help but think of the scene of Flott bargaining with him that day, that is, the so-called agreement...

Two days ago, he took Oro to arrest the three members of the Malfoy family. Before leaving, his sleeve was grabbed by an inexplicable force. When he turned around, he found that there was an extra person in the empty hall just now. one person.

"Flott?" Kingsley obviously didn't expect Flott to be here, "Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

Kingsley frowned when he heard this request. Normally, Kingsley would agree without even thinking about it. But today, Flotte appeared in the manor of the Malfoy family who was just arrested, and he could guess without thinking. What did she want to say: "I can grant you any request, except to exonerate Malfoy."

"I admit that it is my ultimate goal to exonerate their family, but for your request, it is just a small opportunity."

"No matter the purpose or the opportunity, I will not agree to you." Kingsley said a harsh word directly, turned around and was about to leave, but as expected, Flotte called to stop him.

"Wait! Listen to me." Flotte's voice was a little hoarse, but this did not stop her from continuing, "When Voldemort disappeared for the first time, the Ministry of Magic had a precedent for forgiving Death Eaters, Kaka Love, that's him, I don't believe you don't remember."

"He betrayed a man, Barty Crouch Jr., to be free. Besides, it's the regulations of the German Ministry of Magic and the British Ministry of Magic."

"The Malfoys can too!"

"I'm repeating to you one last time, Flotte, that's a country-to-country regulation."

"But the rules are man-made! Now there's a good reason for you to forgive the family. Back then, Narcissa lied to Voldemort and Harry got away with it. Haha There's no way Leigh didn't tell you."

"Harry did tell me, and I am very grateful to Madam Malfoy for her help, but Flott, rules are rules, and the law is the law. She can be sentenced lightly, but she cannot be innocent."

At this moment, Flotte stood where she was, biting her lower lip and lowering her eyes, no longer answering the question.

Kingsley saw Flotte's appearance at this time, and also saw the scar on her face and the blood on her body that hadn't been cleaned up in time, after all, he slowed down a little, and advised: "Flotte, I know you and Malfoy The family is friendly and knows that Draco is your godson, but if you do evil things, you should pay the price and be punished, a good deed is not enough to wash away the previous evil."

Flote still bowed her head and said nothing, Kingsley could only sigh when she saw her recalcitrant appearance, and wanted to turn around and leave here to make room for Flott to let her be quiet.

But before Kingsley really turned around, Flotte spoke quietly, "Do you know why Dumbledore agreed to let me help the Order of the Phoenix?"

Kingsley obviously didn't understand the meaning of Flotte's sudden words, and was a little dazed.

"The reason is very simple." Flotte continued, "He needs someone like me, it should be said that he needs someone like me."

"What do you mean?"

"In society, people are divided into many types, the vulgar ones, those who have money and those who don't, according to our unique bloodlines, pure-blooded, mixed-blooded and Muggle-born, and in terms of human nature, some people do things They are aboveboard, and some people use unscrupulous means to achieve their goals. You may look down on those who use despicable means to achieve their goals, but such people are often indispensable in a team."

Flotte smiled with difficulty, and continued to explain her reasoning slowly: "Take me as an example, I am willing to use dirty money to lock Fudge, I can destroy my reputation to guide the direction of public opinion, and even if necessary, My first choice for cleaning has never been memory but this person. Maybe these practices are not on the table in the eyes of you Order of the Phoenix, but you must admit that the effect it can achieve is also outstanding, but in a team Is it necessarily useful to have such a person? I think the focus should be on whether it can be used by you."

It is impossible for Kingsley, who can sit in his current position, not to understand the meaning of Flott's words: "You want me to let their family go, and then let Malfoy be willing to use it for me?"

"That's what it means."

"But Flotte, I don't think the Ministry of Magic needs him now."

"No, you do need him. The reason is simple, because the world does not simply get rid of one Voldemort and everything can return to normal. Hogwarts needs to be rebuilt, the Ministry of Magic needs to be cleaned up, and the entire wizarding world needs you To appease and adjust, you not only need money, you also need people."

Kingsley admitted that the traces of his heart were dug out by Flotte.

"I know that if I ask you today, you will not agree, so I will never come here empty-handed." Flotte's seemingly light words, but the meaning is as if nailed to the board The nails were smashed in again and again, "As I said just now, rebuilding these needs money, and I, as the last member of the Buford family and the Luster family, although I can't reach the riches of the world, I still have some money left." If you donate your legacy to the Ministry of Magic, I believe it will save you a month of worry."

"And the Malfoy family." Flotte continued to state slowly, "The skinny camel is bigger than the horse, you have to admit that his ability in the business field is one of the best in the entire magical world, and he can even appease those neutral innocents." The best person for the Blood Family to reassure them is the one who is closest to Voldemort's feet. You need him to revive the economy, reassure people, and catch fish that slip through the net."

At this time, Kingsley stopped talking, and Flotte knew that her words should be half the battle, and it was time to play the final emotional card.

Flotte's voice slowed down word by word: "I have also lived in this magical world for nearly 40 years. Similarly, I also miss its peaceful and beautiful appearance. What kind of forces should the Ministry of Magic balance? What kind of human heart, and the difficulties in it, I don't think you will see anything shallower than me after you have been working for so many years."

"I admit that your suggestion is very reasonable, but if this suggestion is based on how to let Malfoy go, with all due respect, I can't do it." Kingsley still made the last insistence.

"I know that you have your principles in how you do things, and I know that all of the above still can't impress you, and to be honest, I still want to use the public opinion to threaten you with my last remaining strength." Flotte's expression was extremely frank, "But I can't Do this, you and I have worked together before, I can't use this kind of thing to hurt you. But Kingsley..."

Flotte took a deep breath, raised her head and looked straight at Kingsley: "I beg you in the end, I, Flotte, have never begged anyone in my life, let the Malfoy family go, this matter is very important to you No harm to the wizarding world, please, let them go, please, and please fulfill the promise you owe me, if you remember."

Of course Kingsley remembered what he said that day in the snow when he thanked Flotte for saving his life: I owe you a favor today, and if necessary, I will definitely help you...

He put his hands behind his back and still stood there quietly, saying nothing.

Flotte, who didn't get a response, seemed to want to give up, but she still struggled and said, "All my cards are up, it's up to you to decide, I'll wait for your news."

After finishing speaking, Flotte crossed Kingsley and walked towards the door without any hope.However, this time, it was no longer Flotte who called out to stop him, but Kingsley.

"and many more!"

Hearing this word, Flotte paused in excitement, her back straightened, waiting for Kingsley's next words.

"How do you make sure that letting Malfoy go doesn't cause public outrage?"

"Because I can guarantee that the public opinion value of the person he confessed is enough to outrage the common people."

Yes, it is enough for common people to be angry...

……

Speaking back to the present, Kingsley sat on the judge's seat, looked at the so-called woman in the center of the interrogation room who was enough to anger the common people, sighed slightly, then regained the majesty of the Minister of Magic, and said in the trial: "Flotte Luster, did you join the Death Eaters in 1978-1979?"

"I can't be counted as joining, but instead of my deceased husband to carry out Voldemort's orders, so I can also be counted as a Death Eater." Although Flotte stated the matter softly, her voice was not low. It can ensure that everyone present can hear clearly, even if the discussion is not small.

"Then why did you want to replace Dizleil Luster?"

"He was wounded by the Longbottoms in another operation and became a Squib. I either ran away with the child at the risk, and the orphans and widows hid in seclusion, or I stayed to participate for him. Other options. And the property of the Nalester family is too attractive, you know that."

The whispers below gradually became louder, and everyone's eyes on Flote couldn't help but become sharper, but even the eyes like knives couldn't hurt Flote at this time.

"Then did you destroy public property or endanger the safety of other people's lives when you participated in the Death Eaters' rally?"

"It's a Death Eater's gathering, not a children's party. They only do these things. It's impossible for me to join them and survive without doing anything."

Flotte could even hear the gasps of the children sitting in the first row closest to her.

"So have you ever harmed the lives of those people?"

"There are too many. I really can't remember after so many years. Besides, under that condition, if I don't kill them, they will arrest me. I don't want to enter Azkaban. I still have a son to be taken care of."

"But those Auroras also have their own families!" Flotte could clearly hear the retorting voices below.

That's right, she killed people and destroyed other people's families. Isn't that why she is sitting here today.

"Silence!" Kingsley began to maintain order on the field, "Then why did you stop this substitution behavior after 1979?"

Flotte, who was still answering fluently just now, suddenly fell silent at this time, as if she had been silent for a while, and then slowly said: "His mana has recovered."

Now is the beginning of all the cruelty being stripped away.

"So Mr. Dizleil Luster returned to the Death Eater operation and died unexpectedly at home on November 1979, 11. In view of the testimony of Narcissa Malfoy, his death was related to you, Is that so?"

"Is such that."

"Then what killed him?"

The whispers around made Flotte's ears ringing and uncomfortable. She stroked her hair, adjusted her earrings, tried to relax her body, and then smiled again, and said with a smile: "Because he deserves to die."

"The reason, Flote Luster, please don't answer the question in court."

Flotte closed her eyes before trying to speak again: "For revenge."

"Revenge? What hatred?"

"Revenge for my son..."

All the whispers just now quieted down for a moment, and their gazes once again focused on Flotte, waiting for her next sentence.

"The reason why his mana can be recovered is...that he cut my son open...disemboweled...skinned...boned...roasted into a mummy...and sealed in a stone doll called Gumantong , can help him restore mana."

It was silent, everyone was shocked by the simple few words just now, Hermione and Harry sitting in the front row were so shocked that they didn't even know how to blink their eyes, and Kingsley, he didn't even know How should I go on asking.

After some time, he finally said, "So you killed him."

"Yes."

"Then the Anderson family, is the cause of death of the Buford family related to this?"

"The secret method of Gumantong was given to Dizler by my sister Nakedros Anderson, so she deserves to die, and my father and stepmother were forced to marry Dizrael in the first place, I am Hate them really, but it's true that my stepmother drugged my dad, only he didn't die in the end, I added something and gave him a good one, and the Andersons did it because of Death Eaters for Monopoly As for my second sister Orion Buford, she was poisoned to death by my elder sister."

Flott's confession is true or false. Since Orion and Sibney have left here far away, it is better to go as far as possible, and never step into this dispute again, even if she A gift for my little nephew who has never met.

"Then besides the above-mentioned people, who else do you have targets for revenge?"

"Voldemort, and..." Flotte looked at Neville Longbottom who was sitting in the first row out of the corner of her eye, and said after a moment of hesitation, "And the Longbottoms."

The blood on Neville's face in the first row disappeared in an instant.

"How did you take revenge on the Longbottoms?"

"I pretended to be Lily Potter and tricked them into opening the door. I originally wanted to kill them, but... I couldn't bear it. As for why Bellatrix found out in the end, I think it might be because of me. their tracks."

"Why didn't you kill the killer?"

"I lost my children, I thought I could do it, but I couldn't, I didn't want Neville, who was still so young, to lose his parents, so I just gave them some hallucinogenic drugs and tortured them, but it didn't work out. willing."

"Then how did you get Lily Potter's hair?"

"I went to her to help the family, to protect them, and to get a few hairs along the way."

"Why did you protect their family?"

"Because of a promise to a person."

"who's that person?"

"I refuse to answer that question."

"You have no right to refuse to answer."

Flott bit her lower lip, and finally said, "Severus Snape."

"Why did you have this agreement with him?"

The smile on Flotte's face has completely disappeared, and the calm look just now is gone forever: "He was with me on the day my son was killed, and that scene was very... so some of the things that happened later He has provided me with a lot of help, and I return the favor."

"Then why did he help the Potter family? Is he having an affair with Mrs. Potter as rumored?" Rita Skeeter, who was sitting beside her with a quill, asked.

Flott glanced at Rita Skeeter like a maggot, and then sneered: "Rita Skeeter, it's not that you have an affair with the president of your newspaper, the only thing in other people's social relationships is the affair." choice."

Rita Skeeter was obviously irritated by this sentence, she stood up and said in a sharp voice: "Minister Shaker, she attacked me personally!"

"During the interrogation of Rita Skeeter, you have no right to question the prisoner. Please ask Oro to confiscate her notebook and take her out of the interrogation room."

After watching the annoying flies being chased away, Flotte gave Kingsley a grateful look.

"So why did Severus Snape ask you to protect the Potters?"

"It's impossible for me to know what he thinks." Flotte skillfully said ambiguous words, how could she expose Snape's privacy to the public, "You must know that at that time he had already moved to defect Heart of the Order of the Phoenix."

Although Kingsley joined the Order of the Phoenix later, it doesn't mean he didn't know about it at all, so when Flotte said this, he knew it wasn't true, but he didn't expose it.

"Then why are you on the side of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Because I hate Voldemort, and I'm not good enough to defeat him. But from a certain point of view, he was killed by me once. I cast the blood magic on Harry Potter."

Hearing this, Harry didn't know what expression to use.

"Why do you hate Voldemort and the Death Eaters?"

"He is the chief culprit who caused my family to be ruined. What kind of cleansing blood, what pure blood theory, ridiculous! He himself is a half-breed!"

"Where did you go in those eight years after Voldemort disappeared?"

"I was backlashed by the protection spell on the Potter family. I have been recovering from my injuries for eight years. Voldemort's power is too strong. My protection spell failed and I injured myself. During the recovery period, Severus Arrange for me to live in the Muggle world to recuperate, and help look after our savior by the way."

When Harry heard this, his hands clenched tightly.

"That was me pretending to be an old lady, and the children called me Granny Frannie."

"Why are you protecting Harry Potter?"

"Because Dumbledore said that Voldemort would make a comeback one day, and I didn't repay the favor of Severus Snape, who had joined the Order of the Phoenix at this time, not only to repay the favor, but also to make Voldemort completely was wiped out."

"But according to the investigation, you did not join the Order of the Phoenix."

"I really didn't join, because I had no interest in maintaining world peace, at least at that time, but this did not prevent me from helping the Order of the Phoenix, and it can even be said that most of the expenses required for its operation are my responsibility. Funding." Flotte actually wanted to say that it was time for her to make up her mind in the end. In fact, it is quite interesting to be a good person and maintain world peace, at least more meaningful than her first half of her life. "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​the most important thing I have invested in this life Losing business, but the most valuable one."

"According to the testimony of Amycus Carrow, you were involved in the death of Albus Dumbledore."

"I just did what Principal Dumbledore asked, helped Severus kill him, and then assisted him in managing the school and protecting the students in a situation where thousands of people blamed him."

"Why did Dumbledore arrange for you?"

"I don't think I know what he thinks. Maybe I am the best person to complete this task."

"Then what is your relationship with Severus Snape who you are going to assist?"

As soon as this interrogation question was asked, Flotte said without any hesitation: "Classmates, colleagues, comrades-in-arms, and even friends, these are the relationships..."

……

"Silence" Kingsley used a loudspeaker spell to silence the people who were still arguing, "After discussion, our court's verdict on Flote Luster is as follows: using the Unforgivable Curse without authorization is guilty, using the Unforgivable Curse He was convicted of intentional homicide by black magic, suspected of participating in the Death Eater terrorist organization, violated the law, and smuggled drugs without permission. He should be sentenced to death, but he was exonerated because of his great contribution to the Second World War in the magic world. The death penalty will be imprisoned in Azkaban for life, and the trial ends here. Please take the prisoner down."

Imprisonment for life... Flotte looked at Kingsley standing on the trial table with a smile, and Kingsley was also looking at her at this time. Life imprisonment was Kingsley fulfilling a small request of hers—— Choose death yourself.

Flotte made a thank you tone, she knew that Kingsley must have seen it.

Accompanied by the noisy crowd, Flotte once again went to watch the flowers on horseback. The few colleagues and students in this life who are willing to come to see her can feel the incredible gazes these people cast on her, but no matter what It's unbelievable that she did it all.

"Professor..." Harry was the only one looking at her who opened his mouth, even without words.

"Harry, remember what I said." These were the last words Flotte walked out of the interrogation hall.

Afterwards, she experienced countless flashing lights, countless curses, and countless sharp disgusting gazes, but all of these did not attract her attention at all. Who made the current city full of storms be the result of her temperament?

She was defiant and walked forward, as if all the arguments were just wild flowers blooming for her on the side of the road, welcoming her towards her final destination - Azkaban.

The coldness of Azkaban finally drew back Flott's attention. She walked in a prison full of acquaintances, accepting the vicious gaze cast on her, but Flott cared about Azkaban again. There are no dementors either, which is a great pity.

"Flotte!"

Flotte, who was walking at the fork in the aisle of the cell, was suddenly stopped by a person.She turned her head, it was Narcissa.

"I'm sorry, and thank you."

Flotte looked at Narcissa's tears that were about to burst out, and smiled consolingly. In fact, there was nothing sorry about it. Now this ending is the best one for her.

She turned her head and continued to walk forward, walking forward without stopping, until everyone dispersed and everyone left first, she sat silently in the corner of today's prison, took out the necklace around her neck, swallowed Only the liquid in the pendant can continue to keep up with other people's footsteps...

Death, painless death, at least on the surface.

Flotte's head rested on the cold wall of the prison, and it was like a time scroll was installed in her head, which opened bit by bit as the darkness enveloped her.

The first time we met, I said hello first.

The first night tour, I met you.

The first choice, I was selfish, but I should be more selfish.

The first time... getting married also made you a Death Eater.

The first murder... the beginning of all crimes, and I deserved to die from then on.

Losing my beloved for the first time, my son... my Tiger... I hate me so much!

The first revenge...the first madness...the first time to be awakened by stupidity...the first time I decided to be with you, and every memory here and in the future will not be without you...

Maybe everyone will review their life at the moment of dying, and it is easy to guess where the starting point of their review is, but what about the end?

Flotte's consciousness sank little by little as the scroll of memory unfolded, and her surroundings became darker and colder. She couldn't feel anything else. The only thing she could realize was that the scroll seemed to be coming to an end.

What awaited her at the end of the review was not the final judgment, but the approaching death... No, it should be said that it was the death she experienced.

Flotte seems to have returned to that forgotten memory, once again standing on the scarlet soil of hell, next to the tree with countless knife marks, and the rumbling stones rolling down in the distance It was still lingering in her ears, and the black mist in front of her eyes, that is, the god of death, was speaking to her what she had forgotten.

"Do you remember the price you promised to pay when you summoned me?"

"Remember, always be a slave to darkness, wandering endlessly in hell."

"You said you wanted to go back up there again."

"Yes."

"There was once a person who did the same thing, and he is still pushing stones on the mountain behind him, wandering endlessly and infinitely."

In the memory, Flotte turned around, glanced twice, and then lowered her head.

"Actually, many punishments do not come from fate, but from your choice, just like you chose to plant Gu worms for all three of Potter's family. So, do you still want to choose to go back to the top?"

Flotte touched the necklace in front of her neck, hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and nodded: "I never break my promise, this time is the same, I promise to stay with you till the end."

The god of death seemed to have expected it long ago, raised his right hand with no flesh but only bones and swung it at Flotte, and ruthlessly pushed her back into the river of blood behind him.

At the moment of falling, Flotte clearly saw that there was another mark on the tree covered with knife marks...

Accompanied by the fall in memory, Flotte, who was leaning against the wall in reality, was holding the necklace and gradually slipped to the ground. Blood began to ooze slightly from the seven orifices, but in contrast, the corners of the mouth gradually turned up. smile to dream...

……

"Flotte! Wake up, we're almost there!"

The black-haired girl reclined on the seat rubbed her dry eyes, calmed down for a while, and asked, "Nacissa, where are we?"

"After crossing this bridge, we will arrive at Hogwarts..."

Like countless endings, like countless beginnings, everything seems to start like this again.

She came to this school by train, crossed the black lake, and stood in front of the sorting ceremony.

"Slytherin!" Without a doubt.

Then he sat next to the black-haired boy, smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Flotte Buford, what's your name?"

"Severus Snape," he replied again.

The only difference is that the boy's eyes were always on Flote, and he never glanced away. Flott stared at him and felt his whole body was hairy.

"What are you looking at me for, what's on my face?"

"It's nothing, I just want to say, troublemaker, you are too hard to find..."

(Finish)

The author has something to say:

When I wrote the first few chapters, I said that the beginning is the end. You all thought it was the prologue, but it was not, and it was actually Chapter 1.

Judging from the ending, it is full of desire to survive!At the beginning, I thought that the ending would end with "Flote, wake up", and then... I didn't expect that there were quite a lot of people who watched it, and there were quite a few people who liked Flote, so the two of them were reborn together We are together, although I am a little terrified of thinking about it, it is the reincarnation of Flote. In order to go back, she tore up the contract with the god of death. Just like Sisyphus who pushed the stone, she fell into infinite reincarnation, maybe hundreds of times. Thousands of times, but she didn't compromise once, but still had to go back to fulfill her promise to the professor.

In fact, there is another very sad ending explanation (but it is more real, more natural and more reasonable, and I planted the foreshadowing, you can guess), if you want to hear it, you can tell it in the comment area, or come to the old Ford private message to ask I, if there are many people who want to hear it, maybe I will follow the story and say it.

There should be three episodes in the following episodes, the first is to explain the funeral, and the second is the sweet daily life that happened when reincarnation ended this time (in fact, the background of the [-]th question of cohabitation is the ending, I also hinted in the article Passed, this is connected), the third is the reincarnation of all members.

The pit opened in 2017 is finally over today!The two-year article is still flashback, and I even came back, I admire myself.To be honest, I never thought that there would be so many angels willing to watch, so thank you very much for watching now, otherwise I would not have the motivation to finish it!