HP's Wretched

In the end, Flotte thought about it for a long time but didn't remember who this person was, but the handwriting was indeed very familiar.With a bored mind, Flotte casually turned to a certain page of the book.It's okay if you don't turn it over, but as soon as Flotte opened it, she was shocked by the dense notes on the side.This is not an ordinary potion book, this is simply a complete book of potion skills.For a potion waste like Flotte, with this book, she should be able to handle a lot of experimental classes.

At this moment, Flote couldn't help feeling a little bit of greed in her heart. If she could take this book away, wouldn't it save a lot of trouble in the future.But it's a pity, she can feel that a tracking spell has been cast on this book. She is afraid that she won't be able to offend the sixth grader, so she should stop making trouble for herself.

Flotte flipped through the book again, but the contents of the notes in the book had changed a lot. Not only were there no longer potion techniques, but some small curses appeared on it.

"Fuchsia, Tongue Curse, Colon Curse" Flotte silently recited the little curses that appeared in the notes.These evil spells are the most popular spells for manipulating people in the academy recently.However, what is recorded in this book is not only the casting method of the curse, but also the calculation principle and the record of the hit probability.In other words, these spells were not copied by him, but created by him!Merlin's beard, she found a treasure!

Flotte was a little excited, she could feel that the inventor of the evil spell would definitely not stop at these little spells that were there or not, and there must be some that he created that hadn't been discovered yet.Flotte couldn't wait to look through the following content, and sure enough, the following spells became darker and darker, and there were even a few spells that could not be reversed by ordinary healing spells, which might be black magic.Flotte could guess that this person probably belonged to her own academy. It is impossible for other academies to be so obsessed with black magic. She really didn't know that there was such a master hidden in her own academy. This person must be very low-key.

Flotte carefully read the various black spells that appeared on it, but the power was far from what she wanted, until she came across an unfinished spell. "Shenfengwuying" Flotte said silently.

The overall calculation process of this spell is complete, but the author of the spell seems to be stuck in the reverse method and has not written the result, and the probability of the spell being successfully released and hit is not high, so it should still be improved spell.But this spell has attracted Flotte deeply in terms of its calculated power. This spell should be a complete black magic spell, and if it is successfully upgraded, it should be able to kill people with one blow.However, Flotte thinks the creator of this black magic spell is a bit ridiculous. You can force you to use such a spell in a fight, so why bother to recite the reverse spell to cure him, and let him die directly? It takes effort to calculate, which is thankless.But Flotte had the idea of ​​modifying the spell.

She took out a quill, ink, and a small piece of parchment from the stretch bag she carried with her, knelt on the ground and began to carefully copy the key calculation process of this black magic spell, holding the wand while copying in the air. gesticulating.Sure enough, the hit rate of this spell was really not high, and it succeeded only once after being released many times, but seeing the half-cut compartment door, Flotte became more determined to reform him.

Just as Flotte was about to finish copying, the long-forgotten cauldron in front of her suddenly made a "gurgling" sound.Flotte, who was a waste of potion, suddenly raised her head. She was very familiar with this voice, and this voice was definitely the precursor of the fryer.Flotte still wanted to confirm again, she quickly stretched her head to look into the pot, and sure enough, the brown slime that was disgusting just now had turned into the current green liquid at some point.Flutter, who is experienced in frying pans, clearly knows that she should run away now.Flotte grabbed the paper and pen and stuffed them into the bag, stood up quickly from the ground, covered her ears and ran back.

But Flote only took two steps before she stopped.Because she remembered, the book full of notes was still next to the crucible, who knows if the solution in the pot is corrosive, it would be a pity if so many notes were destroyed, no, she had to take that book.

Flotte turned her head and ran back quickly, stooped to pick up the book and hugged it in her arms, but before she straightened up, the sound in the cauldron was already deafening, and it was too late to run.

Flotte held the book tightly in her arms, and was about to turn her body around, so that at least the cauldron would not blow up her not-so-beautiful face even uglier.But before Flote turned around, she was pushed to the ground by a person, and she was protected under her body.Flotte felt that her forehead and knees were firmly in contact with the ground, and it was all pushed by this person who smelled like potions.This was Flotte's last waking consciousness.

With a bang, that lovely old crucible completely ended its mission and left its owner forever.

The one under the protection had a blank head at this moment, lying on the ground in a daze.As for the one on her body, she had already stood up at this time, and when she was about to pat off the dust on her body, she found that her body and hair were covered with green mucus like snot, and the culprit of this incident was lying on the ground unharmed. Playing dead on the ground, his face couldn't help but darken.

"Buford! Instead of blowing up your own cauldron, blow up mine! How long are you going to pretend to be dead!"

After Flote felt the weight on her body disappear, her brain slowly began to function. Until this fierce growl, Flote was completely awakened, and quickly turned around and sat up. Looking up, it was just The person who pushed it to him - Snape, who was full of resentment.And his robe and hair were covered with snot-like liquid.

"Pfft~" Seeing this funny side, Flotte actually laughed out loud, that's right, she laughed...and he meowed out laughing.

Snape's face turned darker, his eyes widened.

Flotte suddenly realized that she shouldn't be laughing, so she covered her mouth suddenly, but this incident seemed to poke her laughing hole, she couldn't stop, even if she covered her mouth, her body would still be hurt. Shaking with laughter.

Snape's hand holding the wand tightly, he regretted it very much now, just now he saw everything that this Buford who always made trouble for himself did outside, if he was not afraid that the cauldron would hurt people and expose him He won't come over and push her away about the matter of him brewing forbidden drugs, okay?But this guy almost died just now, but he is still laughing at him, Merlin, shouldn't he just let the cauldron blow up her to kill the people?

As Snape's hand tightened, his joints creaked.It was this crisp crunching sound that completely stopped Flott's laughter, and everything that happened just now flashed in Flott's mind.

Wait, he just said that was his crucible!Is that notebook his too?Yes!Snape's handwriting was the handwriting of the notes in that book!He is indeed a half-blood, but he doesn't need to call himself a half-blood prince, it turns out that he is so secondary.Wait, Half Blood prince, "prince"!This is a pun, isn't her mother's last name Prince!Flotte, who had figured everything out, began to feel annoyed, blaming her for being too stupid. Just now, she had worshiped the owner of this book for a long time. If she knew it was the guy in front of her, she would definitely throw that book into the pot and destroy it together. Forget it, now I owe him again.

Snape really couldn't understand the situation. Buford, who was sitting on the ground, could still think about it. What was going on in her mind?Don't know what's going on now?

"That..." Flotte broke the silence first, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, and I didn't know that the cauldron was yours."

Snape stared at Flott, and didn't reply, but Flott's next words almost didn't kill Snape.

"Actually, you didn't have to push me just now. You can use spells to move the cauldron away." This way my forehead wouldn't touch the ground, it hurt like hell.Of course, the second half of the sentence was not uttered by Buford (some shameless person who also forgot that he had spells and summoned books and blamed others).

Snape's heart was extremely broken at this time, he felt that he really shouldn't have saved her just now, he shouldn't have saved her in the restricted area two years ago, why is he so indebted!

Snape gritted his molars and said to Flott mellowly, "Get out!"

Flott saw that Snape's expression was already extremely ferocious, and she was afraid that she really pissed him off this time.Flotte raised her hands and was about to stand up, but when she was pushed down just now, her knees hit the ground, and her legs became numb from kneeling while copying the spell, so now she couldn't exert any strength at all.So Flotte couldn't get up like this, couldn't get up...

The author has something to say:

In the next few chapters, the heroine will have more contact with Snape to cultivate and cultivate their relationship, paving the way for the later embarrassment.In fact, the heroine is still a bit cute in front of her peers.

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