HP's Wretched

With a flash of light, Flotte and Dizrael bounced towards each other at the same time. Fortunately, because they were in a panic, their mana had not been fully condensed, and the distance between them was not far away.

As her feet fell to the ground, Flotte felt her knees go limp, and she knelt down on the carpet, but her eyes were still full of defense and horror.

"The spell is pretty good. A fourth-year student can cast a silent spell in this situation. It's really powerful." Dizrael wiped his mouth with his hand, got up and walked slowly towards Flotte, "I think It's been a long time with Orion, but she'd rather have that Muggleborn touch her than me."

Flotte saw Duzrael walking towards her talking to herself, and couldn't help but backed away in fear.Seeing this meaningless movement, Dizrael continued to taunt, "This is the Luster family, you can't go anywhere, don't be afraid, I'm not interested in you now, you hurry up."

Flotte pursed her lips, stood up with her hands supporting the floor, but still clenched her wand tightly.

Dizrael chuckled lightly, took out a ring from his pocket, threw it to Flotte and said, "Take the engagement ring, she was returned by Orion, and now you are its owner Yes, your sister used it, I don't think you will dislike it."

Flotte looked at the ring in her hand, it was obviously worth a lot, but she felt great disgust. What she hated was that no matter what, she would pick up what others left or didn't want.

"You are now officially my fiancée. You are a youngest daughter, and you are not happy to be married to the Lester family?"

Flotte was still staring at the ring blankly. She actually wanted to answer that she was unhappy, but after thinking about it carefully, she had never been highly regarded by anyone in the years since she was born. Even the books and notes she used were all used by her sister. Even the wedding ring and fiancé were not wanted by my sister, so I haven't been very happy in my life.But she is not reconciled to this, why should I use what you have left because she was born at the end, why should I be considered redundant if I am not a boy, why should my talent be considered a shame by you, why?So she needs a chance, a chance to get rid of these unwillingness, and marrying someone with a prominent family is the fastest way to reach the sky in one step.Only when she is rich can she not be controlled by others, and only when she has power can others not look down on her.Yes, so what if the wedding ring was thrown away, she, Flote, would pick it up and wipe it clean, and keep it on her hand, waiting for the gemstone to shine again, she, Flotte, could afford to wait.

Flotte put away her distaste for the ring just now, and she figured out that only a better position can get everything.Flotte slowly put the ring on her middle finger, and said, "Oh, I'm happy, of course I'm happy."

Dizrael saw all of Flotte's reactions, and gradually put away his smile. He could see clearly that although the person in front of him was a sister with Orion, based on her reaction after being humiliated by him, that would be With eyes full of desire, she wants to be more ambitious and patient.Father was right, she was indeed a fit Mrs. Luster's place.But even so, Dizrael couldn't restrain his dislike for his new fiancée.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Dizrael put away the impoliteness just now, and put on his usual gentle smile.

"In this situation, I'm afraid we don't need to drink tea politely."

Hearing this answer, Dizrael frowned, now he kind of missed the panicked little sheep just now.

When the atmosphere was somewhat stalemate, the sound of footsteps on the porch broke the embarrassing situation.

"It seems that you have a good talk." The person at the door was old Luster, who couldn't help smiling knowingly when he saw the ring on Flotte's hand.

Flott seemed to be the only old Luster and asked, "Mr. Luster, where is my father?"

"He, he went back to the store to be busy. He really can't be idle for a moment. It's okay. The elf will take you to the school gate in a while. You don't have to worry." Old Lester said kindly.

"In that case, I won't bother you any more."

Old Luster saw that the matter was done, so he didn't want to keep him anymore, and said, "That's right, go back to school early, don't delay the class, the elf is already waiting outside, you can see it when you go out."

"Then thank you, Mr. Luster."

After saying goodbye to Old Luster and Duzrael, Flotte walked out of the porch.Flotte let out a long sigh of relief as soon as she stepped out of the gate. Thinking back to what happened just now, she was still a little scared. She stretched out her hand to caress her lips, which were still slightly sore. She thought her lips must be very painful now. Hong, but no matter what, things have already happened, and there is no room for her to say no more, so let's go back to school quickly.

Flotte took out her large wizard robe from the stretch bag pinned to her belt, and put it on her body as quickly as possible, covering the red dress just now.But when Flotte was arranging her hair, she found that she seemed to be missing an earring.

It must have fallen into the living room, after all just now..., if not, I have to go back and get it myself, it is newly bought, if my stepmother finds out, she will sue again.Flotte could only accept her fate and return.

Before Flote came to the living room, the conversations of the people inside faintly reached Flott's ears.

"Lyle, I know you don't like her, but you have to remember that what you're looking for is Mrs. Luster, not your Duzrael's lover. Ma'am doesn't like her, only her interests and background." The old man Luster's tone of voice was far from the kindness just now.

"I understand, father."

"So, you have to forget about that stupid woman who betrayed the interests of the family. This should be your fiancee."

"Yes, father."

Hearing this, Flotte clearly understood that she shouldn't have gone in at this time. It seems that being sued is inevitable, so let's go back to school now.

Now, Flotte is sitting in the cubicle of the bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts, but she is still recalling what old Luster said in her mind. Dizrael is looking for Mrs. Luster, and Not his own lover.She, Flotte, was looking for a husband with a prominent family, not a lover for a lifetime.In this way, they really match each other.Love is nothing more than illusory to her, she doesn't want it.And prosperity, wealth, power and power are what she should pursue.Rather than chasing after what you can't find, Mrs. Luster's coming is more real.It doesn't matter if her future husband doesn't love her, her position in prison is the key to everything.

Siding, Flotte took the wedding ring she was rubbing into her hand again.

"Wow, this wedding ring is so beautiful, you are so happy." Myrtle flew over Flott's head at some point, "I'm so poor, I died without being engaged." After speaking, she began to sob again .

When Flotte heard Myrtle's sobs, she couldn't help feeling a little irritated: "I advise you to be quiet, go where you should go, and don't bother me."

Myrtle didn't seem to want to take a step back, she still sobbed loudly: "Here comes another person who mocks and threatens me."

"It's so annoying!" Flotte was a little annoyed. Too many disgusting things happened today, and now she is still annoyed by a female ghost.Flotte can't restrain her emotions now, she is eager to make this ignorant thing suffer.

Flotte got up and walked out of the compartment, and cast a spell on Myrtle. The green light hit Myrtle's face, but Myrtle is a spirit body after all, so the spell directly passed through the peach. Jin Niang hit the back compartment door.But even so, Flotte still didn't give up. She beat harder and harder, and the curse became more and more poisonous. While beating, she muttered: "Go to death, go to these damned things!"

After a while, Flotte seemed to be venting, and finally stopped.But the bathroom on the second floor has been beaten into dilapidated condition, but fortunately, there is generally no one around here, so no one notices all this.

"Your spell can't hurt me." Myrtle said triumphantly when she saw that she had finally stopped.

"Oh? Will the Spirit-Catching Curse hurt you?" Flotte said with a smile, and a beam of light gathered in the wand, which was as bright as if it was about to be released.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Myrtle ran away from the sewer in the toilet without saying a word.

"Idiot, how can there be such a spell." Flotte muttered mockingly.

Myrtle left, and the bathroom became much quieter in an instant. Flotte sighed helplessly as she looked at the mess. Recently, her temper has indeed become more and more unstable, but the magic power has become more and more unstable. Getting stronger and stronger, she didn't feel tired after all the tossing just now.But tidying up here is also troublesome.

Flotte used magic to restore the place to its original state, but in the middle of the restoration, she found something was wrong, and there were some wall skins floating in the air.This is not her magic, is there someone else here?Or is there an enchantment below this?Flotte was aroused by this phenomenon with great curiosity.She pointed at the air under the floating object with a "Curse Stand", and sure enough, the surrounding air began to fluctuate, and after a while, the objects below were displayed.But this object disappointed Flott.

Inside this enchantment turned out to be an old crucible, and there was still a brown-red sticky substance boiling in it.Flote was disgusted by the scene, she regretted that she owed her a hand, why did she break this barrier?This thing looks too disgusting!Which insanity boils this in the toilet, it must be taken from the toilet...

Flotte didn't dare to think about it anymore, she should restore the barrier.But just as she was about to recite the spell, she suddenly saw a sixth-grade potions book behind the cauldron, and Flotte's curiosity was aroused again inappropriately.Although she hated potions, she was curious about who this psychopath was, and it belonged to a senior.There must be a name in this book.

But when she opened the book, this book disappointed her again, because there was no name written on the title page, but a sentence: "This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince."

Half-Blood Prince?Looking at the name of Zhonger (a word that crosses the era appeared), it is really not normal for a person who can do such a thing.But this word looks familiar, do I know this senior?

Flutter began to search for the memories in her brain.But if she turned one more page, on the back of the title page, there was a name "Irene Prince".It's a pity that she only cared about complaining about the Half-Blood Prince.

When Flotte didn't notice, the crucible beside her had quietly changed color, because Flott forgot that the moment she opened the barrier, the floating wall above had already fallen into the crucible.At this time, the potion can be described as colorful.

A certain underage potions master not far away couldn't help but shudder at the thought that he might soon lose his beloved cauldron.

The author has something to say:

Let me briefly talk about the heroine I wrote. I once said that the name of each original character I gave me is transliterated based on a word, and this word contains the whole life of the character.The original word of the heroine "Float" is "Float", and the noun form of this word means "duckweed".Duckweed has never had the beauty of flowers blooming on the water, so it has been in a state of being ignored all its life, but duckweed is not reconciled to this, it wants to flow with the water, to a high place, but sadly it is with the water Only when it goes down, until it reaches the dirty sewer, does it realize that everything is fake.Just like Flotte in the text, she has not been valued since she was a child. She wanted to follow her desire to climb to a higher place, but in the end she entered a situation where she was bound, surrounded by only rotten money, and she had Stained with blood, he lost his close relatives, and also lost the few humanity.

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