HP's Wretched

Normally, the bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts is quiet, because no one wants to be harassed by this crying ghost here, but today this bathroom has a little popularity, because Flott is currently Sit in the toilet cubicle.That's right, she came back from Luster Manor, except for an extra ring on her hand, nothing else changed.

Flotte was fiddling with the ring in her hand, staring at the ring in a daze. This ring should be an ordinary ring, except for the expensive diamond on it, it was not contaminated with any mana fluctuations, but there is another kind of ring. Maybe it's because the ring doesn't recognize itself as its owner at all. After all, Flotte is not his first owner: "Heh, I don't even recognize myself as a ring." Flotte sneered, "Your master is Austria Ryan, but she doesn't want you at all, and I accept you, but you hate me so much, you hate me with a ring, let alone the fiancé who gave me the ring, he hates me, I don't even deserve to be Orion's replacement."

Flotte couldn't calm down the resentment and jealousy in her heart. She didn't understand how she couldn't compare with Orion, where she couldn't compare with Nakedros (the eldest daughter of the Buford family.), and where she couldn't compare with her two sisters?Why does everyone like to humiliate themselves so much when they can't see themselves?

Flotte's hand holding the ring trembled slightly under the influence of this resentment, and she couldn't help recalling all the misery of today:

"This is my little girl, Flotte Buford." Old Buford gave Flott a slight nudge, making her take a step forward and better present herself to old Luster.

"Hello, Mr. Luster, I'm Flotte Buford."

"Haha, what a well-behaved child, I like it very much." Old Luster smiled heartily, looking very kind.

Seeing that the other party had no grievances, Old Buford finally felt relieved: "Brother, I didn't expect such a scandal to happen in my family. I hope you don't mind the change of our engagement!"

"Hey, you're just joking, why would I mind? Everyone has heard about it. The three daughters of the Buford family are all good-looking and talented. When I see them now, it's as expected." As expected of a business tycoon , This smooth rhetoric makes people unable to find fault.

"Dude, it's great that you don't mind, after all, we are really sorry about this matter..."

Before Old Buford finished speaking, he heard a voice from the porch: "Father."

Flotte looked towards the porch, and the person who came was her future fiancé, Dizler. Dizrael was not short, but not tall, and his appearance could be regarded as a copy of old Luster. His eyes reveal the unique brilliance of a businessman, and his facial features are not exquisite, but fortunately, the whole is very harmonious.

"Dizrael, you're here just in time, say hello to your Uncle Buford and Sister Flott."

"Hello Uncle Buford, hello Little Sister Flotte." Dizrael gave Flott a gentle smile, and Flott had no choice but to return a polite smile.

"Hey, Lyle is much more mature than when I saw him two years ago." Old Buford couldn't help but praise.

"Uncle, you are joking, am I still far from a successful person like you?" Duzrael said modestly.

"That's right, when I'm mature, I still worry about my child's temper every day!"

Old Buford could only respond with a polite smile when he heard the modest words of the father and son on the opposite side.

Seeing this scene, Old Luster was almost familiar, and began to say hello: "Brother, haven't you come to our manor for a long time? Why don't we go to the garden and have a look, and give these two Young people have a space!"

"That would be great," replied Buford Sr.

Old Buford gave Flott a look when he left the hall, and Flott lowered her head silently after seeing this look.

As the footsteps got farther and farther away, Duzrael put away his smile and sat lazily on the sofa, stretched his waist, turned his head to look at Flotte who was standing cautiously aside, and said, "Come here Sit down, you also know what our relationship is now, so you don't have to be so restrained in the future.

"Okay." Flotte took a step forward, but just when she got close to the sofa, she saw Duzrael take out a pocket watch from his pocket, probably this pocket watch was specially taken out for Flott to look at.

Because, there is a photo embedded in the case of this pocket watch, which is the photo of her sister Orion. Just a joke.

Flotte, who saw this scene, didn't say anything and sat beside Dizrael calmly.

Dizrael ignored Flotte, still stroking Orion's photo on the pocket watch on his own, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Your sister once told me that her sister is very cute, and now she is very cute. See, it's no different from seeing you before, neither like to talk nor can't talk"

Flotte didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in his words, but replied faintly: "I am indeed not as good as my sister Orion."

"Oh, yes, you really haven't, so do you say I'm excellent?"

Flotte replied flatly: "The Luster family is one of the best in the wizarding business circle, so the young master of the Luster family is naturally excellent."

Dizrael slowly put the pocket watch back into his pocket, and asked with a twitch of his lips: "Since I'm so good, why is Orion willing to give up our engagement for a Muggle?"

Flotte was at a loss for words when asked, and didn't know how to answer appropriately, but thinking of his sarcasm just now, she couldn't help feeling tense, and replied sarcastically: "My sister said she wants freedom and love."

But who would have thought that before these words were finished, Dizrael pushed Flott down, looked down at Flott, the light in his eyes became extremely dangerous: "Freedom? Love? You really don't want to say anything!" , although you are not as beautiful as Orien, and your personality is not as good as Orien, but the sarcastic words are the same as hers."

The moment Flotte was pushed down, she couldn't help trembling in shock, but quickly pretended to be calm, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Master Luster, I didn't mean to satirize you, I just..."

Before Flotte could finish speaking, Dizrael's face moved closer. The tip of their noses seemed to be only a hair's length apart. Dizrael's warm breath had already sprayed on Flotte's chest. On his face, Flotte couldn't breathe anymore.

"Stop calling me Luster, call me Dezrael, and your sister is called my Christian name, you know? How I wish you could look more and more like your sister, so that it's as if she still My side, never betrayed me."

Flotte was too frightened to speak a complete sentence, so she could only stammer, "I, I'm not Orion."

But at this moment, Duzrael couldn't listen anymore, he took Flotte's lips with one breath, and before sucking in much, his tongue stretched out and opened Flott's white teeth, stirring wantonly inside.

Flotte under her is already stupid at this moment, what should she do?Are you going to take out your wand and knock him into the air?Or let him vent his anger wantonly by acquiescing to himself as a counterfeit of Orion?While Flotte was still hesitating in a trance, she felt that Duzrael's hand was about to be unscrupulous.

At this time, Flotte was basically relying on instinct, groping for her wand at her waist, but after such a toss, her wand was already pressed under her body and could not be drawn out, and Flotte began to struggle violently Finally, Flotte struggled through a gap and pulled out the wand, and quickly used a silent spell.

The author has something to say:

Because of the review, I deleted some things, I hope it will not affect the overall look and feel.

I feel that there may be many people who cannot accept that the heroine has sex with someone other than the hero, or even marries someone other than the hero, so this article is destined to hit the street.But I don’t want to change the plot I want to write just to hit the street, so let’s go to the street, I don’t want to sign a contract, I just use love to generate electricity (?°з°)-?

I think it's okay to write and give a favorite comment.