HP's Wretched

Flott and other freshmen from the first-year Snake Yard followed the senior prefects to the Slytherin common room, pushed open the command door, and the rushing heat dispelled the coldness of the basement.

The Slytherin common room, as described in "A Piece of Hogwarts School History", is a long, narrow, low basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone, round and green Light lamps were chained and hung from the ceiling.In front, under a beautifully carved mantelpiece, a fire crackled and crackled, reflecting the figures of a few Slytherins sitting on carved chairs around the kitchen.The green velvet sofa looks delicate and soft, and the cabinet made of sterling silver is inlaid with crystal clear emeralds. On this wall, there are not only various great men who graduated from Slytherin College, but also some A flag exclusive to the Snake Court.

Flotte was considered to be honored by the Black family, and shared a relatively luxurious bedroom with Narcissa.This was much more luxurious and comfortable than Flotte's bedroom at home.Just moving into a new dormitory has to be tidied up first. When Flotte was about to tidy up, she heard a series of knocks on the door.

"Flot, are you there?"

The voice sounded like Orion, but it was unlikely, how could she, a Ravenclaw, enter the Slytherin lounge, Flott thought, put the things aside and went to open the door.

"Orien!"

Sure enough, it was her. How did she get in?

"My dear sister, how does it feel to come to Hogwarts, isn't it wonderful!

Seeing that it was her older sister, Flotte sideways let her in. Since her older sister went to Hogwarts, she seldom saw her, but now that they are both at Hogwarts, there must be more opportunities to meet in the future. Bar: "It's okay! Why didn't I see you in the hall today!"

"The potion was just short of a few small steps, so I didn't go to the hall, oh! By the way! Congratulations on entering Slytherin!"

"Thank you!" Flotte smiled politely, and when she was about to open her mouth to ask her why she came here and how she got in, she saw Orion take out a few things the size of postage stamps from his pocket and put them on the bed .

"Zoom in quickly" those stamp-like objects instantly turned into several notebooks.

"This is my potion notebook in the first grade. I thought you might need it, so I brought it here for you."

Flotte slowly opened one of the books, the notes inside were densely packed, some even drew pictures, Flotte closed the notes, said with a smile: "I think I will definitely be able to use these, just now I'm still worrying about my Potions class tomorrow, thank you, Orion."

Although Flotte smiled and said thank you on the surface, she was not very happy in her heart, and she always felt that it was not a good feeling to collect these notebooks.

Orion didn't seem to notice the other party's reluctance, and was still happy that Flotte accepted his gift: "Little sister, Hogwarts is great, you don't have to worry, just come to me if you have any questions. "

"Well, I know!"

"Okay, I've finished delivering the things, so I won't disturb your rest. After all, this is your Slytherin territory, so I won't stay any longer. Good night, I wish you a sweet dream."

"Ah, you too!"

When he arrived, he didn't ask how she got in, probably her fiancé brought her in, who made her fiancé a Slytherin.Looking at the figure going away, Flotte got drunk, closed the door, and continued to sort out the daily necessities and the extra basic notes.At this time, Narcissa came out of the bathroom. Her long pale golden hair and rosy white skin, against the reddish lips, made people intoxicated like poppies. Anyone who saw this scene of water lotus would be intoxicated.

"Your sister is so kind to you!" Narcissa rubbed her hair with a dry towel while looking at Flotte who was packing up.

Flotte smiled and didn't say anything, but she thought in her heart, it's good to treat me well, but I'm always unwilling to accept this kindness.

After packing up her things, Flotte lay on the bed, staring at the green bed curtain absently, thinking about what Orion said today and agreeing, she was right, Hogwarts is indeed very good, compared to that place where A home that is valued is much better. No one will look down on you here, and everything will be fine.

For her own home, Flotte has never had any attachments. After all, she is in the air at home, and she really can't feel the warmth of any home.For example, her biological mother never gave herself any warmth.

But in fact, she is quite pitiful, at least in the eyes of others or in her own eyes...

Think about it, all things in this world are equal. Although wizards have powerful spells and are not easy to age, their fertility is far less than that of ordinary people.My own mother is the best proof.

Flott remembered that the elf once told her that Mrs. Buford had two children, both of whom were girls. When the second daughter was born, Mrs. Buford was over 40, but old Buford Desperately wanting a son to inherit the family business, he made a large amount of potion for his wife. In the end, his wife was indeed pregnant, but she was pregnant for ten months, but this gave birth to another daughter, and it also completely exhausted her last life. The ability, I am afraid that it will not be born again in the future.

Overnight, her status in the family changed from being a doting wife to being an unwanted widow. The former Mrs. Buford had great expectations for her third child, but Fu The birth of Lott disappointed her, she could only watch her husband go looking for women, but she was despised by the servants, her husband even wanted to find a chance to kill her, the redundant wife, but she But she has no ability to resist this situation. Her natal family has long been in decline, and she herself is not good at communication. There are almost no people who can help her. She never intervenes in Buford's property affairs, and almost treats her husband Not enough to be any threat.

It was these that made her original disappointment slowly turn into despair, but despair is the best poison, enough to kill people.She was contaminated with this "poisonous drug", and eventually fell ill and became paralyzed.The master will not let the elf serve her. Her final end is to die on the bed covered with excrement. The body smells bad and no one wants to carry it. She was cremated, and her favorite was cremated together. That and the luxurious room.

Seeing her mother's ending, Flotte didn't feel sad for her, because how could a mother who didn't even hug her or even look at her have any affection?However, Flotte would also like to thank her. If it wasn't because she cast a curse at the end of her life, making her stepmother unable to conceive a child until now, maybe she, a little girl with mediocre potion talent and not outstanding looks Daughter, she must have been abandoned a long time ago, and the reason why she can stay in this family is only because Flotte is the only remaining daughter who can choose to arrange a married son-in-law to inherit Buford's property.Yes, that's right, no matter how much my father doesn't like me, I'm the only one who is the most likely to inherit this family property. How ironic it is to let it continue to be named Buford.

The eldest sister, Nakedros, has gathered all the advantages of her parents' appearance. She is very beautiful. Because of her beauty, she has received great attention since she was a child, but now she is also married, and she is married to a business partner of her own industry. , I wanted to rely on her to quell the war in the mall, but this Nakedross is not an embroidered pillow. She used her understanding of the Buford family to help her husband's family prepare to annex the Buford property. I was happy to have a precious son again, and it can be regarded as a smooth spring, which filled a big block for my father.

The second sister, Orion, can be regarded as the person who really inherited her own industrial technology. She is extremely talented in potions, but the reason why she can't inherit the industry is because of Old Buford's conceit. When his biological mother was just pregnant with the third child, Old Buford Ford always thought it would be a boy, so he engaged Orion, who was not yet five years old, to the son of a businessman who owns a private transportation line. Who would have thought that the third child would be a girl like me? Old Buford has been counted as an omission. Who else can he hand over to the property without changing his surname?

The trajectory of my life may have already been arranged in my father's heart. The good ending is like that of my eldest sister Nakedros, and the bad ending is just like my biological mother.

Lying on the bed, Flotte laughed at herself that there was no need to think so much. During the seven years at Hogwarts, many things might be changed.