HP's Wretched

For Flotte, her childhood was not very happy. She lived every day under the scolding of her parents and the pressure of her sister who was not as good as her sister, but Flotte was never a pessimistic person. One day escape from all of them so she doesn't get driven mad.Today, however, was probably the closest she came to a breakdown, yes her potions tuition...

"Buford! Do you want to burn the current face and have plastic surgery done?" Snape folded his hands on his chest, staring at Flott with half-closed eyes and a sneer.

"No, no..." Flotte, who was a little hairy after being stared at, replied.

"Then turn down the fire!"

After a while...

"Buford, do you know what you'll get if you join Diet now?"

Flotte looked at the knotweed in her hand that was about to be thrown in, swallowed, and replied weakly: "I don't know, what can... what can I get?"

"You won't get anything! You almost ruined a pot of medicine again!"

Later...

"Buford!" Snape's powerful growl sounded again.

As soon as she heard the other party call her name, Flotte already had a conditioned reflex. She trembled and shouted in an aggrieved voice: "What did I do wrong again!"

Seeing that Buford, who usually walked sideways, was scolded and wronged, Snape felt slightly relieved, but his tone softened a little: "What should you do?"

"Acon... aconitum" Flotte's self-confidence was basically exhausted, she looked at Snape, waiting for his confirmation.

"Then let it go, what's the use of staring at me!"

At last……

Snape looked at the finished product on the table, clicked his tongue in distaste, got up again and took out the same potion he had made from the medicine cabinet beside him, the contrast of transparency instantly made a difference: "Buffo De, although your medicine is not up to the highest standard, at least your level must be much better than what you do today, why is this so?" Why is the more counseling the worse?

I was scared by you!Of course, Flotte didn't say these words. Looking at the other pot of medicine that was being brewed in her hand, Flotte's heart was calm at this time, and her face also had an expression of lovelessness.

Seeing that the other party was concentrating on brewing the potion and was not distracted by his words, Snape actually felt a little relieved! (Actually, he was just scolded by you and didn't want to talk to you anymore. Snape: God has no shadow!), but even if he is relieved, he has to be responsible for his promise, and the education still needs to be taught: "I hope you can be more serious. , don't waste each other's time doing things that have no results!"

result?The result of this remedial potion must be that she was driven insane by this dead bat!She is so sorry!Why?Why is she so greedy?What's wrong with failing, it's better than being forced to have a mental breakdown now!I regret it so why did she help this bastard deliver the letter?She should let the bastard die in apology.Why did she put him down?She should have been under a tree watching his genitals fly in the air and not helping him.Why did she stop him from exposing Lupine as a wolf?She should encourage him to feed the wolves!Wait, which bastard saved him?James Potter!very good!She Flote remembered!

The more Flotte thought about it, the more excited she became, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She had long forgotten that she was still brewing medicine, and now she just wanted to put the whole cauldron on his head and make him burn into a pig's head!At this moment, Flotte took some African tree snake skin with her muscle memory and threw it into the pot. When the snake skin was only 0.01 cm away from the crucible, Flotte suddenly realized that she seemed to be No chopping!Merlin's black stockings!She is going to die!

On the future battlefield against Auror and the Order of the Phoenix, Flott may thank her for her experience in blasting the cauldron many times, because this gave her an extraordinary talent in the sensitivity to avoid spells!

Back to the present, when Flotte saw that something was wrong, she immediately used the fastest reaction, covering her face, turning around, bending over, and squatting into a ball, all in one go!She waited, waiting for the explosion of the cauldron and Snape's curses to follow.

However, things did not develop as Flott expected.

"Buford, when are you going to squat?"

Flote especially wanted to say something, when the cauldron was blown up... However, the desire to survive made her stop, and she saw the black robe standing in front of her through her fingers, Flote always felt that this scene It's a bit familiar, that's right, when she was a child, when she often blew up the cauldron, her father, old Buford, always walked up to her with such an angry face, telling her to stand up quickly.So Flotte raised her head out of habit, and looked at Snape as innocently as she looked at her father...

Seeing the innocent and shameless cauldron blaster squatting on the ground, Snape's face darkened again. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and rescued the scene in time, otherwise there would always be one of them Gotta go into the medical wing.Snape really couldn't forgive Flott, he was guarding here, this mentally handicapped person could almost succeed in blowing up!I suddenly wondered how she had managed to get by in Potions class all these years?And how to survive multiple explosions of the crucible without any damage?I have to admit that she is really skilled in avoiding the explosion.

So the two of them squatted and stood, one looked up and the other looked down, just stared at each other silently and awkwardly for a long time, each with their own thoughts.

Flotte suddenly felt that it was right for her to drop out of school early and go home to marry and have children. This would be good for her and for the innocent crucible, and she would finally be able to stay away from the crucible in her next life.

However, what Flott doesn't know is that after more than ten years, her name will permanently rank No.1 on the Hogwarts crucible ranking list. Well, for example, the promotion of such a thing:

"Mr. Longbottom, have you taken the ancient runes of Professor Luster (Flott's married surname)?"

"Yes, yes, Professor." Neville was a little trembling, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but Professor Snape actually cared about his electives.

"Professor Luster is teaching you ancient runes, not letting you learn how to fry the cauldron!"

That's right, just because Flotte has become a counterexample that Snape must mention in every class, she is extremely popular at Hogwarts.Flotte's popularity is not because she is good at teaching ancient runes, but because she has become Professor Snape's indelible crucible blower like a cinnabar mole in his heart!Those who chose the ancient runes basically came here because of the reputation, because Flott did not find fault with the potions professor, of course, this is a story...

Back to the present, Narcissa saw the resentful Flotte and asked with concern: "Flotte, are you okay?"

"Fortunately, I'm still alive." But tomorrow may not necessarily be alive.That's right, she still needs to practice half of the experiments tomorrow, and she has to go through the inhuman torture of that day again.

"How about making up lessons?"

Flott recalled Snape's comment before leaving, and said with a face full of despair: "I'm afraid it will take a little more effort to get to 'E'." After saying that, Flott fell on the bed, and went to bed untidy for the first time of.

Narcissa looked at this, she also knew Snape's personality and Flott's potion technology, presumably the two must have had special sufferings for each other, the picture is very full, thinking of this, Narcissa herself became happy .

Flotte didn't bother to ask what Narcissa was laughing at. She was so tired that she had no energy, and she was lying on the bed sprawled in a very unladylike manner.But just as she was about to close her eyes, there was a knocking sound from the window next to her. When Flotte turned her head, it turned out that the owl of the Buford family was outside the window!

Flotte sighed, climbed up with difficulty and opened the window to let the owl in. After taking the package, she picked up some food and threw it to the owl.Seeing that it was given by the little master, the owl didn't pick anything, and flew away with the food in its mouth.

After opening the package, it turned out to be a wedding invitation. Flotte knew that her wedding was coming soon...

"What is this?" Narcissa moved closer to the table, picked up one of them, looked at it, and immediately cried out in a shocked voice, "Merlin's beard, you are getting married! With the Luster family! When did you get engaged? "

Flotte knew that she would be able to explain tonight, and she would be busy tomorrow.

The author has something to say:

There is already a preview of the story of the third volume.The first and third volumes of this article are generally warm and cheerful.

As for the second volume, it will definitely be relatively bloody and dark. After all, the main theme is darkness.