HP's Wretched

"Pursuing!" In the study of the Riddle Mansion, Voldemort slapped Flotte, who was kneeling on the ground in the make-up of Duzrael, as a prank.

"Master, we didn't exceed the expected time." Snape saw Flotte who was being tortured on the ground, and immediately lowered his head and pleaded.

"Yes, I mean fifteen days." Voldemort leaned back in his chair, stroked the gleaming holy grail in his hand, and glanced at the man kneeling on the ground, "But with the abilities of both of you, you should come back sooner." , not to mention that one of the two servants I took the most hits was injured and was almost caught, do you think it should be punished?"

"Master, we are not good at learning, and we should be punished. But for the sake of the Holy Grail, Duzrael is still injured, so please forgive us for the time being." Snape continued to plead, and spent his spare time Just to determine whether Flote can hold on.

"This is already the smallest punishment." The corners of Voldemort's mouth slightly curled up, and he stopped looking at the people on the ground, but continued to look at the Holy Grail, "It's already for the sake of taking back the Holy Grail."

I don't know when, Voldemort seemed to become more and more moody. Even Snape, who had been with him for a long time, didn't understand why they took the Holy Grail back intact and the Dark Lord made trouble.Snape couldn't say anything more now, after all, judging from the Dark Lord's expression, he seemed very dissatisfied with his pleading, so he could only maintain a humble kneeling posture, waiting for Voldemort's final punishment.

"Take him back." Voldemort put the Holy Grail back on the table, his eyes returned to the two people on the ground, "Next time, don't make this mistake again."

"Yes, Master." After saying that, Snape basically half-dragged Flott out.

After carrying Flott some distance away from the study, Snape whispered in Flott's ear, "Are you okay, why don't you take a rest."

Although Flotte endured a piercing blow, there was only piercing pain on her genitals, and her muscles wanted to twitch involuntarily, but her mind was abnormally clear.Because she didn't allow herself to faint, she has been thinking about her son since yesterday, she always has a bad feeling, she is afraid, she is very afraid!She has to go back and have a look right away, so she can't sleep, can't sleep!

Flotte struggled to stand up, but her muscles were uncontrollable, so she could only endure the pain and restrain body spasms and said to Snape weakly: "It seems that I have to trouble you again, I have to go home quickly See my son."

"You've already arrived in England, it's okay to be so late."

"No, I always feel, I...I always feel that something bad will happen, I have to go back, can you pull me up?"

Snape turned his head to look at Flott impatiently, but when he met Flott's eyes, he was stunned. He could see the look of begging in Flott's usually high-spirited eyes. ... This is the first time. I have never seen such a down-to-earth, shrewd, and begging others with pitiful eyes when she is usually troublesome and seeking others. It is all because of her son.For some reason, Snape couldn't help but want to ask, did all mothers in the world lose their minds when they encountered things about their children?Or are all mothers willing to give up everything for their children?But why was his own mother willing to abandon her to be buried with an alcoholic?Why?

Flott saw that Snape's black eyes were getting darker, as if he was thinking about something, and he was hesitant to speak. Flott was a little impatient, she pulled the corner of Lasnape's clothes, and shouted: "Sir Fleurs?"

Hearing this cry, Snape put away his wandering thoughts, frowned deeply, and sighed silently, then took one of Flott's arms, hooked it on his shoulder, and held the other hand over Flote's waist lifts Flott up from the ground. Fortunately, Flotte still has the appearance and body of Duzrael, so this posture is not too awkward.

"Thank you." Flotte murmured softly.

Snape didn't respond, but quickly walked towards the fireplace with Flotte in his arms.

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The two who had just flooed out of Luster's house were shivered by the strange smell that hit their faces. This smell was not entirely a disgusting stench, but also contained a trace of fishy smell and weird greasy.Flotte has killed many people, and the corpse water she has used is even more diverse. She knows that the smell is very familiar, but she is unwilling to admit it, she does not want to admit this familiarity, and she does not want to admit that it came from the bottom of her heart. the chill.

Luster Manor is no longer as brightly lit as it used to be. Luxurious ceiling lamps hang empty on the roof and are not lit. Instead, there are lit candles all over the room, eerily illuminating the tranquility. In the hall, the flickering fire lights were printed on the wall, but they couldn't give people a trace of warmth.

"Flotte! Why did you come back so early?" Duzrael said in a surprised and guilty voice.

Flott and Snape were taken aback by the strange scene in the hall, and it wasn't until Duzrael's words brought them back to reality. Flott's lips were trembling, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't The terrifying premonition made her dare not ask. She looked at Dizrael and a strange Asian man beside Dizrael with horror and disbelief.She finally asked: "Where is my son? Tell me, where is my son!"

She was answered by silence.

Flott suddenly shifted her gaze to the baby carriage surrounded by candles beside them. The curtain of the baby carriage that was originally white turned out to be disgustingly yellow, and there were even large patches of oil stains. Flott ignored Snape's words. Stopped, rushed straight to the baby carriage, and opened the curtain like crazy, but there was nothing in the car except for the stench and the oil stains on the quilt, and her son was not in it.Flote knew what this smell was, she knew that she often smelled it on the corpses of people who had been dead for a long time, but she didn't believe it, it was impossible, it definitely wouldn't come from his son!Flotte's eyes were wide open, her expression was terrified, but the corners of her mouth were really upturned, she looked at Duzrael with hope and said tremblingly: "Our son is okay, isn't he, he's okay, yes Bar?"

Dezrael still didn't answer.

"Tell me quickly, he's fine!"

Still no one answered her.

"Please speak!"

"Our son is dead." Dizrael's voice was unusually hoarse, but with some kind of abnormal excitement, "I found a secret technique that can restore my magic."

"Haha." Flotte laughed, loudly, making people feel cold on the soles of their feet, "You lied to me, right, how could you restore magic, how can there be any secret technique, you must be lying to me! Hurry up! Give me back my son!"

The perverted excitement in Dizrael's eyes gave rise to a trace of pity, but there was no trace of guilt. He slowly squatted down, looked at Flotte who was lying on the ground like a madman and still laughing, and said: "There is such a secret in this world. It is the blood magic that your father told me, luckily I found its reverse scroll, and this reverse scroll is the so-called Gumanthong in Thailand."

Gumanthong!Flotte stopped laughing. She had heard of Gumantong, a mage who turned his son into a mummy and wore it on his body to gain invincible magic power. Impossible, impossible!This... this is just a legend.

Knowing that Flotte didn't believe it, Duzrael gently slipped out a new magic wand from his cuff, and with a wave of his arm, all the candles in the room were extinguished in an instant, and replaced by candles hanging from everyone's heads. A huge crystal chandelier lights up.

The dazzling light made Flotte's eyes hurt, but she didn't dare to close it, she kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible..."

Dezrael withdrew his wand and said, "Now you believe it."

"Why?" Flotte stared blankly at Duzrael, why?

Just when Dizrael was about to open his mouth to ridicule Flotte's stupidity, Flotte bowed up and threw all her strength at Dizrael, trying to grab his neck and strangle him to death!Flotte screamed, "You beast! I'm going to strangle you to death!"

Dizrael is no longer the manaless Squib. On the contrary, Flotte was seriously injured yesterday and today she was tortured for a long time by a heart-breaking attack. Losing her mind at this time is even more vulnerable, Diz Lyle cast a spell directly at Flotte, knocking Flott flying out, hit the wall hard, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Crazy woman!" Dizrael cursed, and was about to issue another spell to let the bitch who had been tormenting him go to heaven to accompany his son, but Snape, who had been stunned for a long time, saw Responding to this scene suddenly, he cast a spell directly to miss Dizrael's spell.

"Yo, I forgot, this adulterer is still here."

"Keep your mouth clean." Snape's deep voice revealed a hint of coldness.

"Take care of our family affairs, what is it if you are not an adulterer?"

Snape was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and directly hit him with a fatal curse. Even if tiger venom doesn't eat babies, this man is no better than a beast!Now he keeps thinking about the cute expression of that bad boy who is usually innocent but makes a bad laugh. He is still so young!His father killed him in such a cruel way for his own selfish desire!

Dizrael didn't expect that Snape, who was always principled and unwilling to get involved in other people's private affairs, would do it directly. It seemed that he had no doubts about the relationship between the two, huh, bitch!Dizrael quickly fought back, he now has Gumantong who is closest to him as a bodyguard, and his mana is much stronger than before.

At this time, a short shadow suddenly flashed in the air, it was the house elves of the Luster family, when the master was attacked, they would immediately come out to help the master.So at this time, Snape, who was originally a one-on-one, directly became a one-on-two, and he was at a low peak in an instant.As for the Thai who was silent all the time, he didn't know what kind of magic he used, and he directly crossed the Luster family's apparition restriction and disappeared.

Just when Snape was gradually losing to the opponent, and he was not able to get used to it at first, a powerful magic shield suddenly blocked Dizrael's attack.At this time, all the various vases in the Luster Manor suddenly burst "crackling", and the crystal chandelier hanging from the roof also began to shake violently!

This weird scene made everyone's eyes focus on Flotte who was almost fainted on the ground. She was resting her hands on the ground, her face was pale, but her eyes were bloodshot. A Rakshasa was about to dismantle him and swallow him.In an instant, everyone understood that Flotte's magic power had exploded!

All the vase shards and glass shards controlled by Flotte passed through the heavy protective spells and shot directly at Dizrael, who was bound to shoot him into a dice!

When Dizrael saw that all the fragments could not be stopped by magic, he was frightened by the battle and froze in place, not knowing how to dodge.

"Master!" Seeing that Dizrael was in deep danger, Lulu snapped his fingers without thinking, and teleported to Dizrael, abruptly blocking dozens of deadly fragments.

Seeing the blood gushing out from Lulu in an instant, Dizrael regained consciousness for a moment, raised his hand to eliminate the anti-apparition restriction of Luster Manor, and then Apparated without hesitation, disappearing without a trace , the original position was only Lulu who was pierced with dozens of holes, blood was still coming out of the holes, and his nerves were not dead so that his muscles were still twitching.

Flotte also fell down heavily at this time, but in her consciousness, she clearly saw a carved and lifelike stone doll exposed from Dizrael's waist when he dodged, and she could feel that the inside of the doll Pretending to be her son whose bones were removed and roasted into a mummified corpse!

The author has something to say:

I feel that after this chapter is published, I have to drop a bunch of favorites.Abusive and perverted, needless to say, I know I am perverted.But there is no way, in order to make the heroine change, so as to regret her greed and face up to the cruelty of her murder, she can only attack her son... After all, all she cares about is her son.

Gumanthong really exists in Thailand. At the beginning, I didn’t have such a brain to involve this, but then I heard the origin of Gumanthong, so I added such a setting in order to enrich the plot.The legend of Gumantong is an invincible god of war. His father-in-law wanted his daughter to kill him, but his wife loved him very much, so he violated his father's order and committed suicide instead of killing the god of war. There was still their child who was about to be born in the belly. When the God of War came back from the battle and saw this scene, he went crazy and dug out the child from his wife's stomach, roasted it into a mummy, and wore it on his body. Since then, he has been invincible and defeated his Old father-in-law, so he became the child of the mummy and was called Gumantong, because it is related to blood, so I set it as the reverse scroll of the blood magic. The reverse, of course, has to be reversed with love.

Why should I focus on describing Flott's love for her son? After all, my heroine is full of flaws. Even a man would not like this kind of woman, let alone Snape. But Flott Flott's love for her son is really her only advantage, and what Snape lacked the most since childhood is the affection of her parents, so Flott's love for her son, and her revenge for her son later The kind of loss of sanity and dignity lost by asking Snape to help her will make Snape envy and miss why his mother didn't treat him like this, so that he can have a better change towards Flott. Scheming, I admit.

This chapter sends Little Tiger and Lulu away. In the next chapter, we will say goodbye to Dizrael. Believe me, my brain won’t let him go easily.

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