HP's Wretched

Seeing the same businessman's demeanor and fearless green eyes as when he was in school, the strength of the wand in Snape's hand weakened a little. He did become more interested in the sincerity in Flott's mouth. After all, the person in front of him was a The merchant's daughter must know what kind of hush money can be paid for such a huge secret.However, if you tell His Highness about this matter, won't you get a lot of rewards?As for which one to choose, it is really embarrassing.Snape kept weighing in his mind.

Seeing that the magic wand around his neck has no intention of putting it down, Flotte can't help but feel a little guilty. Does he not believe in his sincerity, or does he simply despise these values?Although Flotte could see his expression clearly, she couldn't see what was in his heart.But after all, this is a matter of life and death for her family, and it seems that it is necessary to prescribe the right medicine to increase the value.

"Snape, I'm very aware of your interest in potions." Flott kept smiling, trying to look a little more kind, "I'm a Buford, as you know, and my husband's family is As a well-known transport trader, I can bring unlimited benefits to your interests with these two points alone."

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this sentence, as if he was thinking about it. He admitted that his heart was a little shaken by this interest. After all, with a professional and free supplier, his research on potions would no longer be Hands are tied.But even if he was shaken, he still hesitated.Snape is not a person who likes to add insult to injury, but the well-known Patriarch Luster has now become a squib. This must be such an explosive news in the wizarding world. Own.

Seeing that Snape was still thinking about it, Flotte's complexion also began to look bad. Does this person still agree?Could it be that the temptation is not strong enough?This is all ready to provide him with unlimited free medicinal materials for him to make up, but it still has this expression!Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that he probably enjoyed a lot of good things among the Death Eaters, and it has become so difficult to deal with.But in order to survive and her son's future, Flotte gritted her teeth. She was going to propose the last benefit. This is really the last benefit she can give. Eighty percent of them can't beat it.

"Snape, I know you are in a difficult situation, how about this..."

Before Flott could finish speaking, Snape felt the Death Eater's logo on his arm start to heat up and wriggled on his skin. It seemed that His Highness couldn't wait to see him and hear the report.Time was running short, Snape looked at the person in front of him, and secretly made a decision.Snape lowered his wand.

The other party suddenly put down her wand, which made Flotte a little puzzled. She hadn't said the condition yet, so why did she agree?No, look at it like this, do you agree or not?Seeing Snape's reluctance to say anything more, Flott was about to apparate with the wand, and Flott hurriedly grabbed his robe, wanting to confirm the final answer.

Snape looked at his robe being pulled, and felt a little displeased for a moment. He's already married, so why can't this troublemaker change his habit of pulling other people's robes casually?

Seeing Snape staring at her hand pulling the robe with scorching displeasure, Flotte quickly let go of her hand, and then asked, "You...you agree?"

Snape's face turned darker. This three-year pregnancy is really stupid. I have never seen her so brainless before. It seems that she must have lost her brain when she gave birth to a child, so she mocked: "What, huh? Mrs. Ster wants me to disagree, and then the whole family dies neatly?"

Listening to the other party's unfriendly tone, but after all, there is something to ask for, Flote dare not refute anything: "Not really."

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly, expressing his disdain for Flott's stupid behavior, "But how long I can keep this secret depends on what kind of benefits I can get from seeing Madam next time."

"That's natural."

"Since there is no objection, Ma'am, we'll see you next time." After Snape finished speaking, he Apparated away, and the last thing in his mind was that he had to hide something from the Dark Lord again this time, and he didn't know that he Can the Occlumency be successful this time.

The figure in front of her disappeared, and Flotte couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief. She touched the neck that was pointed at by the wand just now, alas, it was pressed out. It was a lot of effort, and she was not a gentleman at all.Thinking of Snape's domineering look just now, Flott secretly cursed in his heart as a bullying bastard.But with Snape's promise, the stone in Flott's heart was relieved, after all, she believed Snape's promise.As for the biggest trouble now, I'm afraid how to explain what was discovered tonight to that waste who stayed at home.Forget it, she still didn't want to, she still hurried home to see her son was important, she didn't know how little Tiger slept tonight, did she change her diaper...

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Once Flotte got home, she cautiously walked over to the pram and gave herself a cleanse.Looking at Tiger's soft sleeping appearance, Flotte's fatigue and panic all night disappeared.She didn't dare to touch Little Tiger. Although she cleaned up the blood stains on her body, she was still afraid that the smell of blood on her body would make him sleep badly. Flote decided to take a bath before seeing this little cutie.

Flotte was about to turn around and go to the bathroom, when she saw Duzrael standing at the door in the dark and waiting for a long time.Seeing such a person standing in the dark behind him for no reason, Flotte's body trembled with fright, but seeing the person clearly, Flotte heaved a sigh of relief, and she gestured to Duzrael to call He went out and said.

In the living room, Duzrael saw that Flotte was still wearing the Death Eater's cloak and smelled bloody, so he couldn't help but frowned and said, "How about the mission tonight, has anyone seen it?"

"The task is completed." Flotte paused, and continued after drinking a sip of hot tea, "But someone discovered it."

"what!"

Seeing Duzrael stood up in shock, with anger and fear written all over his face, Flotte said calmly, "I said, I was seen."

"Who! Who found you? Tell me, you must have dealt with him, right!"

"Ha, I can't beat him, let alone get rid of him."

Hearing this sentence, Dizrael, who was already angry and disturbed, roared in a broken voice: "You're fucking trying to kill me."

"I didn't think about it that way. He has already promised not to say anything, as long as he is given the corresponding benefits!" Flotte was also a little agitated, after all, anyone who heard the indecent roar just now would be angry .

"Idiot!" Dizrael got up excitedly, grabbed Flott by the collar, and growled viciously, "You think he can prevent the Dark Lord if he promises you? Could it be that you haven't heard of Dementor?" Read it?"

Flotte was stunned for a moment, she had heard of Remembrance, but she didn't think of it at the time.Flotte was meditating on Dementia, and another word Occlumency popped up in her mind inexplicably, that's right, she seemed to have seen Occlumency when she was in school, yes!Right in the library of the fourth grade, the book that Snape used to learn (we briefly wrote about it in the previous chapters.), Ha!Isn't this a coincidence, no wonder the final agreement was straightforward.Thinking of this, Flotte's expression became more and more complacent, and she knocked off Dizrael's hand that was holding onto her collar, and said, "Aren't you afraid that one day the Dark Lord will give me an insanity? Don't you just It's getting exposed faster."

Duzrael saw Flotte smiling slyly and watching the scene, and the anger in his heart became even greater. He knew that this bitch would do bad things, but now that he has no mana, he can't do anything to her. Because of the marriage law, the elf can't hurt Flott on the premise that Flott doesn't hurt her master Dezrael.Dizrael cursed secretly in his heart, but still controlled the emotion of wanting to tear her apart and said, "As long as you do well enough and are loyal enough to the Dark Lord, he won't do anything to his own people."

"That's the end, then why do you have to worry about that person being exposed. Besides, if you are exposed, you will die first. After all, I won't take you away!"

"Shut up, you bastard!" Dizrael hated Flotte's expression now, the disgusting expression of putting things down and putting on airs.

Flotte heard the insult to her from the opposite person, and the smile on her face couldn't hold back: "It's you who shut up, Squib!"

The atmosphere between the two began to become tense, but Dizrael was obviously aware of his own weakness, so he suppressed his anger on the surface and eased his expression, but he knew in his heart that he would teach Flot a lesson sooner or later, but not now.Dizrael changed the subject and said, "Who is that person who found out?"

"Severus Snape" Flott named Snape, but she never revealed that Snape knew Occlumency. After all, Flott is not a fool. If he finds out, who knows, he will tell the Dark Lord in a desperate manner, which will be a threat to her and Snape. Flott knows that if she wants to hang around for a long time or find a way to get rid of this burden, she probably needs to Snape's help.Besides, Flotte was very happy to see this bastard looking broken and restless.

"Snape!" Dizrael was surprisingly shocked.

Seeing Dizrael's surprised reaction, Flotte couldn't help raising her eyebrows. When did this mixed-race name have such a shocking effect?

"He actually let you go?"

"Yes, but it's only temporary. He wants to see what conditions we can offer."

"You and him are classmates?"

Flott frowned, a little puzzled why she suddenly asked her classmate this, but she still replied: "Yes, a Slytherin classmate of the same class." Flott did not mention that she and Snape had an intersection Speaking out, it was just Fan Fan's statement, she wanted to see what Dizrael was going to do.

"Do you know the biggest difference between you and the Death Eaters?"

Flotte wanted to answer that there was a big difference, but when she remembered that she cut off the man's head today, she suddenly realized that she didn't have the courage to distinguish herself from the Death Eaters.

Seeing that Flotte did not speak, Dizrael continued: "It is the mark of the Death Eaters. Although the compound potion can form a fake on your arm, it does not have any magical effect, that is, it cannot be completed." Summoning. And one of the gifts that Snape brought to His Highness as a Death Eater at that time was the improvement of the Death Eater's mark."

"You mean, after he has improved it, he understands the magic principle generated in it, and can imitate one with the same function?"

"You can give it a try."

Flotte bit her lip. It seemed that Snape, a key figure, was going to win over him even more. In a few days, she might go to Malfoy to discuss a big deal.

"What was your condition for agreeing to him?"

"I didn't promise anything specifically, it was nothing more than medicinal materials, and then I gave him a guarantee. What conditions do you want to give him?"

"I want to give him a huge favor, just at Malfoy's wedding banquet in a few days..."

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The next chapter is Flott dancing with the professor.

Flotte, the little expert who hates the world, is definitely ruthless enough to hate Dizler today, but people like Dizrael will definitely retaliate fiercely, and mourn for Flott's subsequent plot in advance.

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