HP's Wretched
Chapter 48
"I have prepared everything for the sacrifice, and I can start anytime." After Snape finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Flotte who had just appeared, but when he really met the person who came up, Snape was stunned. Living……
The person in front of him was no longer like the Flotte he had known who was dressed in gold and silver and wrapped in expensive fur, and whose eyes were always shining like a fox. It has only been a few months, but now this person is She was terribly thin, and a person who didn't get much exposure to the sun was now even paler and pale. Her black curly hair, which she was most proud of on weekdays, was now draped over her shoulders like dry grass, and her eyes were filled with nothing but sadness. , and that almost morbid hatred.
Seeing Snape's surprised expression on her face, Flott couldn't help giggling and said, "The way I look now is really neither human nor ghost."
Snape frowned and didn't give any response, but turned around and brought Flott to the altar.The altar is made of 81 candles with two layers, the outside is round, the inside is square, and the four corners of the square are placed with stones full of dead blood, knives that killed people, bottles of corpse oil, and the sides of the tomb. In the middle of the square is a huge pentagram drawn with human blood.
When Flotte saw that the altar was prepared in such detail, she was filled with gratitude. She was familiar with the book on Cursology of Black Magic, which is the most advanced science of curses. It is said that magic is not allowed to be used in the preparation of the sacrificial altar. It is precisely because of such troubles that they have been preparing for so many months.
What is the most important thing in worship?It is a sacrifice!And today, she will be the most important sacrifice.
Flott stopped looking at Snape, but walked barefoot into the magic circle. She picked up the small square knife without hesitation, and was about to slash at her wrist.
"Wait!" Snape stopped Flott.
Flotte stopped when she was about to strike, and turned to face Snape, waiting for him to say something.
"You can think about it, you are going to make a deal with Death."
Flotte smiled, and said lightly, "I know."
The furrow between Snape's brows became deeper, his eyes fixed on Flott, trying to find the slightest hesitation on her face, but he couldn't see it at all: "You have many ways to kill him, why There is no need to take this step for your son to take revenge."
"I know, but I just want him to never go to hell. I want him to suffer so much that he can't survive. I want his soul to live forever and never be forgiven. It will always be in the palm of my hand. Only Only in this way can I repay my son's suffering." Flotte's tone of voice was so light, as light as a feather, but the content fell into people's hearts, lacking a sharp knife, making people terrified.
Snape knew that Flott had made up his mind, and no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it was useless. He could only pick up the wand in his hand and start preparing the guardian. That's right, this vicious curse sacrifice required two people to complete, one guardian , one as a sacrifice, which is why Flotte begged him so much.
Flotte picked up the knife in her hand and slashed at her wrist. At the same time, Snape outside the altar also began to wave his wand, chanting words, as if it were some kind of ancient spell.Accompanied by the spell of the guardian, Flote's slender and pale wrist just touched the blade, and the flesh burst open, and the scarlet blood slowly dripped down Flote's wrist, Flote's expression remained calm, and Methodically put the dripping blood into the bottle containing the corpse oil, and when the bottle was one-third full, Flotte put the knife back to the distance, and after the wound was healed, she held the bottle containing the blood. The bottle dripped drop by drop on the stone filled with the dead man's blood. Miraculously, the blood that dripped on the stone did not flow to the ground with the stone, as if it was about to solidify, it condensed on it.Flotte put down the bottle and picked up the grave grass, used the tip of the grass to cover the blood dripping on the stone and neatly drew a pentagram on her forehead, then solemnly put everything back in place, while she Gently lying flat on the ground between the pentagrams, quietly waiting for the next transaction.
Snape kept chanting the ancient spell, and pulled out a Tarot card from his arms. This card was the No.13 card in the Tarot - Death.The edge of the paper card didn't look sharp, but when Snape scratched his finger with the edge of the card, the flesh was cut open one at a time, and blood came out. Snape wiped the blood on the edge of the card On the tarot card, after completely covering the words of death at the bottom of the card, he bent down and completely lit the blood covered card with a candle in the altar. Within three seconds, the tarot card It was burned to ashes, and during this process, Snape's spells did not stop.
Just when Snape was about to get up, he was horrified to find out!He... can't move!The whole person is like a statue, bent there stiffly, like a waiter welcoming a distinguished guest, frozen at the moment of bowing, what's even more strange is that he has no consciousness, only that he can't move I can't speak, I can only see the ground, but I can hear it!
At the same time, the lights in Prince's basement were all extinguished in an instant, and only the dozens of candles in the whole room were still burning hard, but the burning flames flickered slightly in the basement without circulation, as if Cheering for something.
It's not that Flott didn't see the weirdness of this scene, and it wasn't that she didn't hear Snape's curse that stopped abruptly, and it wasn't that she didn't notice Snape's body that was frozen and unable to move, but she didn't care, because lying on the She who was underground, likewise, lost all consciousness, only felt that an incomprehensible black mist suddenly rose in front of her eyes, slowly filling the whole room...
Time passed minute by minute, except for the trembling of the flame and the growth speed of the black mist, which proved that time was not static, and even the burning degree of the candle remained unchanged.Flotte lay quietly on the ground, looking at this slightly terrifying scene, she was not afraid at all, but calmly stared at the black mist, waiting for the god of death to come. There is nothing to be afraid of.
The black mist gradually condensed into a face in the air, which is more like a skull than a face of flesh and blood, but the expression and demeanor are so vivid: "You, call me, to give your son Revenge?" A hoarse voice came from the skull's mouth.
"Yes, I want you to help me kill Dizrael. No, not only do I want to kill him, but I also want to imprison his soul and torture him so that he can't even go to hell."
"What's the price?"
Flotte said word by word: "I am willing to go to hell in exchange for the torture of Duzrael."
"Oh!" The god of death sneered, "You have been contaminated by the environment since birth, and your soul has long been impure, not to mention killing so many people later, you are already doomed to go to hell after death."
Flotte couldn't help but thump in her heart. It's not that she didn't expect this result, but she must succeed in this transaction, no matter what the price is: "Dear Lord Death, what price do you think I should pay?"
"Torturing and imprisoning a person's soul requires a huge price to pay! I will take away your long life as a wizard and your health in the rest of your life. You will be tortured by illness when you are alive, and you will die In the end, you can only wander infinitely in hell and be a slave to darkness, are you willing?" The hoarse voice sounded again
When Snape heard the price proposed by Death, he wanted to straighten up and yell at Flott, telling her not to agree, because it would be equivalent to handing over his future eternity to the past, blocking all his escape routes.But he couldn't move, and couldn't speak, he could only bend over like this, listening to death's judgment on Flotte.
"Dear God of Death, I agree with your terms." Flotte said calmly.
When Snape heard that Flott agreed, he couldn't help but tremble. He shouldn't have helped Flott. Was this pushing her into the abyss of hell?
"But..." Flotte seemed to want to add something, and said again, "I think you can give me two years before taking away my health. I want to use these two years to avenge my son and kill those Damn bastards, let them die!"
"Oh, stupid world, do you know that all this is a cycle of cause and effect, a decision of fate? You actually bargained with the god of death." The cold and hoarse voice became sharper, as if it was a precursor to anger.
Hearing that the god of death seemed to disagree, Flotte's heart trembled, and she said: "I know all of this, but it's my flesh and blood born in October of my pregnancy. I can't let him be tortured like this for nothing. It's wrong in this world." It's those wolf-hearted people, and the one who is wrong is a greedy and ugly person like me, but my son is right!"
"As I said, Death does not accept bargaining. If you want these two years of health, you have to pay the price."
"What price?" Flotte asked tremblingly.
"If you let go of your hatred and only take the life of Dezrael, the rest of the people will also spend their due lives and receive the punishment they deserve. As for you, your crippled life can also live safely, You can even meet a good husband and have another child. Even if you are suffering from illness, you can still live happily. If you insist on revenge, you will have to suffer from human affairs for the rest of your life, and taste the pain of losing your beloved again. Painful, you will not end well in the end, do you still want revenge?"
"I... still want revenge!" Flotte hesitated for a moment, but in the end she was extremely firm, "Tiger is my son, the closest relative to me by blood, and the continuation of my life. It is absolutely impossible to let those people live well until God punishes them. I can't wait, and I don't want to wait. I have to send them to hell with my own hands! Otherwise, what qualifications do I have to live comfortably and happily? Not to mention my son's My soul is still sealed in a stone doll, and I have not been able to rest in peace! I want revenge! I want revenge for my son! I want revenge for myself! No matter how painful the retribution I suffer, I am willing!"
"Okay, I like it." The voice of the god of death was full of joy, "Your soul is very interesting, but your dark soul has the most pure and true personality. Yes? I really want me to study it."
"Master Death, can I exchange my soul for the liberation of my son's soul?"
"Oh, remember, your soul should belong to me after death. As for your son's soul, what I can tell you is, ask the person who cast the spell, and you will get what you want."
"Thank you, Lord Reaper, for your suggestion."
"Since you have chosen the path, don't regret it, let alone try to commit suicide, because your life is fixed, unless all the dust settles and I take you away, you can't end it yourself, it will only deepen. Tormented by illness, remember this is your retribution."
"I understand." Flotte closed her eyes heavily, but she didn't regret it.
"You have given up a comfortable life in the future in exchange for two years of health to avenge, then I will take away your things. After all, you don't want to give birth, and the ability to give birth will have no effect on you. I will tell you how to release the price of your son's soul!" After finishing speaking, the god of death turned into a cloud of black mist and spread out, like a black curtain, covering all the light in the entire room and covering the entire room. the whole altar.
Snape's eyes turned extremely black in an instant, and there was no light at all. He didn't know why the god of death wanted to cover the altar, but he heard the last sentence: the god of death wanted to take the fertility from Flott. take away!Snape felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, and he began to feel deeply worried about Flott surrounded by smoke. Sure enough, at this moment, a sharp scream pierced through the thick black fog—that was Flotte's voice!
Snape's clothes were drenched in cold sweat. He wanted to get up and pull Flo out of the siege, but he couldn't move. He could only endure the torment in his heart. He could imagine what happened inside, because he Already smelled the pungent smell of blood.Time passed by like this, and Snape couldn't do anything except hear the ear-piercing screams and endure the horrible smell of blood. These few seconds seemed like years to him, until When the black mist dissipated again, and the candlelight hit his face again, his body could move.
Snape felt that he could move, and the first thing he did was to see how Flott was doing.As soon as he looked up, he saw Flotte struggling to sit up on the ground, a blood stain as red as a poppy was printed on the original snow-white skirt, Snape knew exactly how it came from, but Not wanting to think too much, he quickly stepped forward to help Flote up, only to find that Flote was holding a small silver bell in her hand.
Snape didn't know how to ask, especially in this situation, but he still asked, "Is it worth it?" Revenge, at least in his eyes, is not worth it.
Flott smiled weakly and did not answer this question, but asked: "Severus, can you tell me how you felt when you first saw Lily Evans?"
Normally, Snape would definitely go back with cynicism, but today when he saw Flotte asking him so seriously with such a weak body, he still replied: "It's like a ray of sunshine has shot into my life. "
Flotte smiled lightly again, with tears in her eyes, but her expression was as relaxed as she was deeply in happy memories, she said lightly: "When the doctor put little Tiger in my arms, I and I It was the same feeling you had at that time. I suddenly felt that I was no longer alone in the world, this dark life could finally shoot into a sliver of light, my son is my angel, the continuation of my life, and even My rebirth, he is so clean, so cute, so beautiful. At that moment... I swear that I will give him the best thing, I will give him all the things I couldn't get when I was a child, I want him to live well and live happily. But, I am too greedy, or the world is too dirty, he still left me, the only sunshine in my life left me, my angel left me , tortured to death by animals, how can I let it go, how can I live my own life with peace of mind! That's my son!"
"I know, as long as you think it's worth it."
"Severus," Flott called suddenly.
"how?"
Flotte did not answer him, but put the silver bell ball in her hand on the ground. The strange thing is that the bell has not made the slightest sound since it touched the ground, as if there is no bell pendant, it is a dumbbell.Flott turned around gradually, put her hands on the ground, and knelt down towards Snape.
"What are you doing, get up quickly." After speaking, Snape reached out to pull Flo up.
But Flott resisted Snape with all the strength in her body, and pointed at the roof with her wand, a beam of light emerged from the tip of the wand, Flotte solemnly swore: "I, Flotte Buford Luster solemnly swears here that starting today, I will give all my loyalty to Severus Snape, never betray him, and I will use all of myself, even my life Come and help him accomplish what he wants to accomplish, and accompany him to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of fire and never give up, in order to repay all the kindness of Severus Snape for helping me complete my revenge, until the end of my life!" The end of the oath Finally, a beam of light shot out from the tip of the stick and shot into Flotte's wrist, and a black thread was branded and wrapped around her wrist.
"I don't need you to swear!"
"It's too late, the oath has taken effect, you know what punishment I will get if I break my promise."
Heartache... Snape knew it, but he never thought of asking her to swear an oath to help Flott, let alone the so-called loyalty and life she said!
Flott seemed to see what Snape was thinking, her voice was soft but her tone was unusually firm: "Severus, I don't need your pity, I don't need anyone's pity, you just heard He said what the god of death said, he said that what I am suffering now is the retribution I deserve, so I don't want you to help me out of pity for me. Let me do something for you in exchange, and then you want There is still a lot to help me, but all I can give is such a vow and loyalty, please accept it, at least it will allow me to retain some dignity in the end."
Snape opened his mouth to refute, but didn't know what to say, so he nodded in compromise.
Flott smiled at Snape, and said, "Thank you anyway, Severus."
"Oh." Snape sneered, "You don't have to thank me, you said, this is a deal between us, we don't owe each other anything."
Seeing Snape returning to his sarcastic look, Flott suddenly felt better for some reason.She bent down to pick up the silver bell on the ground, and carefully stroked it against the candlelight. It was given to her by the god of death before she left. It seemed that she was going back to end someone's life now.
The author has something to say:
After writing more than 5000 words, I still didn't write Dizler to death.Desperate O_o
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to God of Death in this chapter is adapted from the opening ceremony of the Tarot cards and the blood sacrifice ceremony of the Tarot cards. Let me declare here that the above evil things are purely personal adaptations. The original Tarot divination is not so evil. Yes, but a very orthodox psychological hint divination!The Tarot Card Blood Sacrifice above is only circulated on the Internet. It is said that putting your own blood on the words of the Tarot Cards can greatly improve your divination accuracy, and even reach the highest level. Disclaimer, this is just nonsense written on the Internet. As for whether it is true or false, don't try to die, because some blood sacrifices are really evil.
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The person in front of him was no longer like the Flotte he had known who was dressed in gold and silver and wrapped in expensive fur, and whose eyes were always shining like a fox. It has only been a few months, but now this person is She was terribly thin, and a person who didn't get much exposure to the sun was now even paler and pale. Her black curly hair, which she was most proud of on weekdays, was now draped over her shoulders like dry grass, and her eyes were filled with nothing but sadness. , and that almost morbid hatred.
Seeing Snape's surprised expression on her face, Flott couldn't help giggling and said, "The way I look now is really neither human nor ghost."
Snape frowned and didn't give any response, but turned around and brought Flott to the altar.The altar is made of 81 candles with two layers, the outside is round, the inside is square, and the four corners of the square are placed with stones full of dead blood, knives that killed people, bottles of corpse oil, and the sides of the tomb. In the middle of the square is a huge pentagram drawn with human blood.
When Flotte saw that the altar was prepared in such detail, she was filled with gratitude. She was familiar with the book on Cursology of Black Magic, which is the most advanced science of curses. It is said that magic is not allowed to be used in the preparation of the sacrificial altar. It is precisely because of such troubles that they have been preparing for so many months.
What is the most important thing in worship?It is a sacrifice!And today, she will be the most important sacrifice.
Flott stopped looking at Snape, but walked barefoot into the magic circle. She picked up the small square knife without hesitation, and was about to slash at her wrist.
"Wait!" Snape stopped Flott.
Flotte stopped when she was about to strike, and turned to face Snape, waiting for him to say something.
"You can think about it, you are going to make a deal with Death."
Flotte smiled, and said lightly, "I know."
The furrow between Snape's brows became deeper, his eyes fixed on Flott, trying to find the slightest hesitation on her face, but he couldn't see it at all: "You have many ways to kill him, why There is no need to take this step for your son to take revenge."
"I know, but I just want him to never go to hell. I want him to suffer so much that he can't survive. I want his soul to live forever and never be forgiven. It will always be in the palm of my hand. Only Only in this way can I repay my son's suffering." Flotte's tone of voice was so light, as light as a feather, but the content fell into people's hearts, lacking a sharp knife, making people terrified.
Snape knew that Flott had made up his mind, and no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it was useless. He could only pick up the wand in his hand and start preparing the guardian. That's right, this vicious curse sacrifice required two people to complete, one guardian , one as a sacrifice, which is why Flotte begged him so much.
Flotte picked up the knife in her hand and slashed at her wrist. At the same time, Snape outside the altar also began to wave his wand, chanting words, as if it were some kind of ancient spell.Accompanied by the spell of the guardian, Flote's slender and pale wrist just touched the blade, and the flesh burst open, and the scarlet blood slowly dripped down Flote's wrist, Flote's expression remained calm, and Methodically put the dripping blood into the bottle containing the corpse oil, and when the bottle was one-third full, Flotte put the knife back to the distance, and after the wound was healed, she held the bottle containing the blood. The bottle dripped drop by drop on the stone filled with the dead man's blood. Miraculously, the blood that dripped on the stone did not flow to the ground with the stone, as if it was about to solidify, it condensed on it.Flotte put down the bottle and picked up the grave grass, used the tip of the grass to cover the blood dripping on the stone and neatly drew a pentagram on her forehead, then solemnly put everything back in place, while she Gently lying flat on the ground between the pentagrams, quietly waiting for the next transaction.
Snape kept chanting the ancient spell, and pulled out a Tarot card from his arms. This card was the No.13 card in the Tarot - Death.The edge of the paper card didn't look sharp, but when Snape scratched his finger with the edge of the card, the flesh was cut open one at a time, and blood came out. Snape wiped the blood on the edge of the card On the tarot card, after completely covering the words of death at the bottom of the card, he bent down and completely lit the blood covered card with a candle in the altar. Within three seconds, the tarot card It was burned to ashes, and during this process, Snape's spells did not stop.
Just when Snape was about to get up, he was horrified to find out!He... can't move!The whole person is like a statue, bent there stiffly, like a waiter welcoming a distinguished guest, frozen at the moment of bowing, what's even more strange is that he has no consciousness, only that he can't move I can't speak, I can only see the ground, but I can hear it!
At the same time, the lights in Prince's basement were all extinguished in an instant, and only the dozens of candles in the whole room were still burning hard, but the burning flames flickered slightly in the basement without circulation, as if Cheering for something.
It's not that Flott didn't see the weirdness of this scene, and it wasn't that she didn't hear Snape's curse that stopped abruptly, and it wasn't that she didn't notice Snape's body that was frozen and unable to move, but she didn't care, because lying on the She who was underground, likewise, lost all consciousness, only felt that an incomprehensible black mist suddenly rose in front of her eyes, slowly filling the whole room...
Time passed minute by minute, except for the trembling of the flame and the growth speed of the black mist, which proved that time was not static, and even the burning degree of the candle remained unchanged.Flotte lay quietly on the ground, looking at this slightly terrifying scene, she was not afraid at all, but calmly stared at the black mist, waiting for the god of death to come. There is nothing to be afraid of.
The black mist gradually condensed into a face in the air, which is more like a skull than a face of flesh and blood, but the expression and demeanor are so vivid: "You, call me, to give your son Revenge?" A hoarse voice came from the skull's mouth.
"Yes, I want you to help me kill Dizrael. No, not only do I want to kill him, but I also want to imprison his soul and torture him so that he can't even go to hell."
"What's the price?"
Flotte said word by word: "I am willing to go to hell in exchange for the torture of Duzrael."
"Oh!" The god of death sneered, "You have been contaminated by the environment since birth, and your soul has long been impure, not to mention killing so many people later, you are already doomed to go to hell after death."
Flotte couldn't help but thump in her heart. It's not that she didn't expect this result, but she must succeed in this transaction, no matter what the price is: "Dear Lord Death, what price do you think I should pay?"
"Torturing and imprisoning a person's soul requires a huge price to pay! I will take away your long life as a wizard and your health in the rest of your life. You will be tortured by illness when you are alive, and you will die In the end, you can only wander infinitely in hell and be a slave to darkness, are you willing?" The hoarse voice sounded again
When Snape heard the price proposed by Death, he wanted to straighten up and yell at Flott, telling her not to agree, because it would be equivalent to handing over his future eternity to the past, blocking all his escape routes.But he couldn't move, and couldn't speak, he could only bend over like this, listening to death's judgment on Flotte.
"Dear God of Death, I agree with your terms." Flotte said calmly.
When Snape heard that Flott agreed, he couldn't help but tremble. He shouldn't have helped Flott. Was this pushing her into the abyss of hell?
"But..." Flotte seemed to want to add something, and said again, "I think you can give me two years before taking away my health. I want to use these two years to avenge my son and kill those Damn bastards, let them die!"
"Oh, stupid world, do you know that all this is a cycle of cause and effect, a decision of fate? You actually bargained with the god of death." The cold and hoarse voice became sharper, as if it was a precursor to anger.
Hearing that the god of death seemed to disagree, Flotte's heart trembled, and she said: "I know all of this, but it's my flesh and blood born in October of my pregnancy. I can't let him be tortured like this for nothing. It's wrong in this world." It's those wolf-hearted people, and the one who is wrong is a greedy and ugly person like me, but my son is right!"
"As I said, Death does not accept bargaining. If you want these two years of health, you have to pay the price."
"What price?" Flotte asked tremblingly.
"If you let go of your hatred and only take the life of Dezrael, the rest of the people will also spend their due lives and receive the punishment they deserve. As for you, your crippled life can also live safely, You can even meet a good husband and have another child. Even if you are suffering from illness, you can still live happily. If you insist on revenge, you will have to suffer from human affairs for the rest of your life, and taste the pain of losing your beloved again. Painful, you will not end well in the end, do you still want revenge?"
"I... still want revenge!" Flotte hesitated for a moment, but in the end she was extremely firm, "Tiger is my son, the closest relative to me by blood, and the continuation of my life. It is absolutely impossible to let those people live well until God punishes them. I can't wait, and I don't want to wait. I have to send them to hell with my own hands! Otherwise, what qualifications do I have to live comfortably and happily? Not to mention my son's My soul is still sealed in a stone doll, and I have not been able to rest in peace! I want revenge! I want revenge for my son! I want revenge for myself! No matter how painful the retribution I suffer, I am willing!"
"Okay, I like it." The voice of the god of death was full of joy, "Your soul is very interesting, but your dark soul has the most pure and true personality. Yes? I really want me to study it."
"Master Death, can I exchange my soul for the liberation of my son's soul?"
"Oh, remember, your soul should belong to me after death. As for your son's soul, what I can tell you is, ask the person who cast the spell, and you will get what you want."
"Thank you, Lord Reaper, for your suggestion."
"Since you have chosen the path, don't regret it, let alone try to commit suicide, because your life is fixed, unless all the dust settles and I take you away, you can't end it yourself, it will only deepen. Tormented by illness, remember this is your retribution."
"I understand." Flotte closed her eyes heavily, but she didn't regret it.
"You have given up a comfortable life in the future in exchange for two years of health to avenge, then I will take away your things. After all, you don't want to give birth, and the ability to give birth will have no effect on you. I will tell you how to release the price of your son's soul!" After finishing speaking, the god of death turned into a cloud of black mist and spread out, like a black curtain, covering all the light in the entire room and covering the entire room. the whole altar.
Snape's eyes turned extremely black in an instant, and there was no light at all. He didn't know why the god of death wanted to cover the altar, but he heard the last sentence: the god of death wanted to take the fertility from Flott. take away!Snape felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, and he began to feel deeply worried about Flott surrounded by smoke. Sure enough, at this moment, a sharp scream pierced through the thick black fog—that was Flotte's voice!
Snape's clothes were drenched in cold sweat. He wanted to get up and pull Flo out of the siege, but he couldn't move. He could only endure the torment in his heart. He could imagine what happened inside, because he Already smelled the pungent smell of blood.Time passed by like this, and Snape couldn't do anything except hear the ear-piercing screams and endure the horrible smell of blood. These few seconds seemed like years to him, until When the black mist dissipated again, and the candlelight hit his face again, his body could move.
Snape felt that he could move, and the first thing he did was to see how Flott was doing.As soon as he looked up, he saw Flotte struggling to sit up on the ground, a blood stain as red as a poppy was printed on the original snow-white skirt, Snape knew exactly how it came from, but Not wanting to think too much, he quickly stepped forward to help Flote up, only to find that Flote was holding a small silver bell in her hand.
Snape didn't know how to ask, especially in this situation, but he still asked, "Is it worth it?" Revenge, at least in his eyes, is not worth it.
Flott smiled weakly and did not answer this question, but asked: "Severus, can you tell me how you felt when you first saw Lily Evans?"
Normally, Snape would definitely go back with cynicism, but today when he saw Flotte asking him so seriously with such a weak body, he still replied: "It's like a ray of sunshine has shot into my life. "
Flotte smiled lightly again, with tears in her eyes, but her expression was as relaxed as she was deeply in happy memories, she said lightly: "When the doctor put little Tiger in my arms, I and I It was the same feeling you had at that time. I suddenly felt that I was no longer alone in the world, this dark life could finally shoot into a sliver of light, my son is my angel, the continuation of my life, and even My rebirth, he is so clean, so cute, so beautiful. At that moment... I swear that I will give him the best thing, I will give him all the things I couldn't get when I was a child, I want him to live well and live happily. But, I am too greedy, or the world is too dirty, he still left me, the only sunshine in my life left me, my angel left me , tortured to death by animals, how can I let it go, how can I live my own life with peace of mind! That's my son!"
"I know, as long as you think it's worth it."
"Severus," Flott called suddenly.
"how?"
Flotte did not answer him, but put the silver bell ball in her hand on the ground. The strange thing is that the bell has not made the slightest sound since it touched the ground, as if there is no bell pendant, it is a dumbbell.Flott turned around gradually, put her hands on the ground, and knelt down towards Snape.
"What are you doing, get up quickly." After speaking, Snape reached out to pull Flo up.
But Flott resisted Snape with all the strength in her body, and pointed at the roof with her wand, a beam of light emerged from the tip of the wand, Flotte solemnly swore: "I, Flotte Buford Luster solemnly swears here that starting today, I will give all my loyalty to Severus Snape, never betray him, and I will use all of myself, even my life Come and help him accomplish what he wants to accomplish, and accompany him to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of fire and never give up, in order to repay all the kindness of Severus Snape for helping me complete my revenge, until the end of my life!" The end of the oath Finally, a beam of light shot out from the tip of the stick and shot into Flotte's wrist, and a black thread was branded and wrapped around her wrist.
"I don't need you to swear!"
"It's too late, the oath has taken effect, you know what punishment I will get if I break my promise."
Heartache... Snape knew it, but he never thought of asking her to swear an oath to help Flott, let alone the so-called loyalty and life she said!
Flott seemed to see what Snape was thinking, her voice was soft but her tone was unusually firm: "Severus, I don't need your pity, I don't need anyone's pity, you just heard He said what the god of death said, he said that what I am suffering now is the retribution I deserve, so I don't want you to help me out of pity for me. Let me do something for you in exchange, and then you want There is still a lot to help me, but all I can give is such a vow and loyalty, please accept it, at least it will allow me to retain some dignity in the end."
Snape opened his mouth to refute, but didn't know what to say, so he nodded in compromise.
Flott smiled at Snape, and said, "Thank you anyway, Severus."
"Oh." Snape sneered, "You don't have to thank me, you said, this is a deal between us, we don't owe each other anything."
Seeing Snape returning to his sarcastic look, Flott suddenly felt better for some reason.She bent down to pick up the silver bell on the ground, and carefully stroked it against the candlelight. It was given to her by the god of death before she left. It seemed that she was going back to end someone's life now.
The author has something to say:
After writing more than 5000 words, I still didn't write Dizler to death.Desperate O_o
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to God of Death in this chapter is adapted from the opening ceremony of the Tarot cards and the blood sacrifice ceremony of the Tarot cards. Let me declare here that the above evil things are purely personal adaptations. The original Tarot divination is not so evil. Yes, but a very orthodox psychological hint divination!The Tarot Card Blood Sacrifice above is only circulated on the Internet. It is said that putting your own blood on the words of the Tarot Cards can greatly improve your divination accuracy, and even reach the highest level. Disclaimer, this is just nonsense written on the Internet. As for whether it is true or false, don't try to die, because some blood sacrifices are really evil.
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