HP's Wretched

In the dim hall of Luster Manor, Flotte, who was still wearing a white dress, walked slowly towards the twitching man lying on the floor. That man was Dezrael who was escorted back by the god of death.

"Master, why do you want to go home today?" Flotte looked at the twitching man on the ground with a half-smile, but the hatred in her eyes and the slow pace gave people a sense of urgency that death was coming.

When Duzrael on the ground saw Flotte's appearance, his body first shrank in fear, and then he seemed to realize something, and stared at Flotte fiercely, his resentment and resentment were about to overflow, but he Unable to express in words, because his mouth was inexplicably sealed.

"Is the master unhappy when someone provokes you outside? Why don't you talk?" Flotte's tone of voice was slightly aggressive, which seemed relaxed, but her trembling body exposed her seriousness. The inner excitement at the time, yes, now Flotte wished to peel his skin and cramped him, "It's okay if you don't talk, then I will say it."

Flotte finally walked to Dizrael's side and took a look, but didn't find the doll her son was sealed in.Flotte sneered, bent down and squatted down, grabbed Dizrael's neck fiercely with her hands, and controlled Dizrael to face her.Flotte had a cautious smile on her face, but her voice was so sharp that she said in a terrifying voice: "Master must be very curious, why did you suddenly come back to the manor when you were supposed to be in another woman's bed? Bad look? Let me tell you, I made a deal with the Grim Reaper, do you know what wish the Grim Reaper granted me? Guess what?"

Dizrael wanted to curse angrily, but he could only open his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.His body twisted violently, as if he wanted to get rid of the weakness caused by the convulsions, but under Fluote's control, he couldn't even lift his arms.

Flotte tightened her grip on Dizrael's neck, but her tone was still so relaxed: "He has granted me many wishes, but all of these wishes are used to torture you, and now I can torture you forever Your soul, control your soul forever, if I don't forgive you, you will never escape my palm, I will let you live in pain every day, but there is no hope, because in This world doesn’t even want you in hell! You can only be tortured by me in my palm! Do you know why I treat you like this?” Flotte suddenly became quiet, as if she was waiting for the mute on the ground to reply, but Dizrael couldn't say anything other than violent twisting, Flotte's hand pinching his neck was even tighter, so tight that Dizrael couldn't struggle anymore, and her expression was no longer so relaxed and calm. , began to become extremely ferocious, like a rakshasa climbing up from hell, and was sharpening his knife and fork to eat people, "Because you killed my son with such a cruel method! I killed You can't even solve my hatred! So I want to torture you, I want to make you regret that you have appeared in this world, regret that you have to be a beast if you don't want to be a human being! Only by torturing you can you Let go of my hatred!"

Flott saw that Dizrael's expression had changed from resentment to fear now, and she returned to her smile in satisfaction. She also loosened her hand from Dizrael's neck, and took out her wand instead. Draw circles on Dizrael's face boredly, and then said with a smile: "Just now I really wanted to strangle you like that, but this is too cheap for you. Why don't you let me see what your 'beautiful' memories are? ! Remembrance!"

Flotte easily entered Dezrael's memory through insanity.

In the first memory, Flotte saw Dizrael playing with a little boy he particularly hated. He went home and complained to old Luster, but old Luster said: "You have to remember, family interests Always outweigh personal interests!"

In the second memory, Flotte found Dezrael who met Flott's second sister Orien for the first time. Originally, Dizrael resisted this family marriage, but the first time he saw Orien At the first glance, he was attracted by the beautiful blue eyes and charming smile.

The third memory is that Dizrael was studying in the library, but he was absent-minded all the time. His eyes kept glancing towards the window. It was Orion sitting there, and Dizrael wanted to sit beside her. He straightened her broken hair, but he didn't have the courage to go there.

The fourth memory is Christmas. Dizrael took the pearl necklace he strung by himself and wanted to find Orion and give it to her, but he saw the most regrettable and resentful scene in his life - Orion and Sibney Brown the Muggle kisses under the mistletoe!Flutter, who flipped through his memories, felt that this might be one of the reasons why he followed Voldemort and wanted to kill all the Muggles.

The fifth memory is that Dizrael was arguing with old Luster. At that time, Orion escaped from marriage. Dizrael didn't want to marry Buford's third lady, so he was going to find Orrien. Don't think arrogantly that Orion will choose himself in the end, and he wants to snatch her back by himself, but the old strangler stopped him and said: "You are going to marry the daughter of the Buford family, not a daughter of the Buford family. Shameful Orion who no longer has a surname! If you dare to leave this door, Lester’s door will be closed forever, and I will not be your son! I don’t need such a person who disregards the interests of the family and only works for my own selfishness. Son of Leigh!"Fluttering in her memory, she glanced at the magic calendar hanging on the wall. This day was the day before she and Dizrael got engaged. It seemed that he finally chose to continue to be the heir of the Luster family.

The sixth memory is in Old Luster's hospital bed. He said in Dizrael's ear: "Family interests are far greater than personal interests, remember! Must remember this sentence! Must!".Seeing this, Flotte, who stirred up her memory, smiled. The spell she tried to find to inherit the property of the Luster family turned out to be this sentence.

The seventh memory is that of Dizrael in Buford Manor. He stroked the face of Orion lying unconscious on the bed, and said, "When I recover my magic, I will try my best to wake you up." Come!"

The last memory, which Flotte wanted to know the most, was seeing Duzrael holding the stone doll that sealed his son's soul, magically making it smaller, wearing it on a silver chain and carrying it around on his own neck.Seeing this, Flotte immediately withdrew from Dizrael's memory.

The first thing that came out of memory was to pull off Dizrael's collar. She didn't care when she pinched him just now, so her son was so close to her!Flotte pulled the chain off Dizrael's neck, and carefully held the delicate doll pendant in her palm. The moment she touched it, a warmth spread from her palm to her. In Flote's heart, Flote can feel the sense of familiarity and peace of mind. This is exactly the feeling that Little Tiger brought her. Flote used magic to change the pendant back to the size of a doll, and carefully touched it with the belly of her finger. Touching the doll's face, tears finally flowed out of Flotte's eyes uncontrollably. This doll is her son!She could feel her son complaining to her inside!It's all her fault, it's all her fault!

Flotte carefully put the doll away, and quickly wiped away the tears on her face, she looked at Dizrael again: "You seem to care about my sister, don't worry, I'll wait for you The soul is divided by me, I will definitely take you to visit her often! Oh, right! I forgot to tell you." Flotte slowly leaned forward, whispering in Dezrael's ear Said, "That Muggle Spuni you hate the most will always take care of my sister, they will never be separated from each other, and you can only watch! Hahahaha!" There was wild laughter in Zrael's ear, "Also, your Luster's century-old property will also be in the hands of an outsider like me! The two most important things in your life are gone!"

Dizrael's mouth opened, as if he was scolding Flotte for being a poisonous woman, but Flotte didn't care what he scolded anymore, anyway, he still has a lot of time to pay back.Flotte took out the dumbbell ball given to her by the god of death, and gently shook it in front of Dizrael's eyes: "This is the place where your soul will live in the future. How about it? It's pretty, let's separate the soul later." It will hurt, but don't be afraid of the pain, you deserve it!" After Flotte finished speaking, she saw a dazzling white light from the dumbbell, covering Duzrael's whole body. Er's twitching body began to tremble crazily, his expression was so distorted that his facial features seemed to be out of place, he opened his mouth wildly, trying to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, just a little sound I can't send it out...

This process didn't last long. After the white light disappeared, the eyes on Dizrael's face, which were widened with panic and pain, were lifeless at this moment, and the mouth was still open. It's already stiff.Flotte stroked Dezrael's eyelids with her hands, and returned his mouth to the closed position. The expression of extreme horror just now turned into a sleeping, lying quietly.

Flott could feel that Dizrael's soul hadn't left her, so she picked up the silver bell and shook it. What was horrifying was that the dumbbell, which had no pendant, could now make a crisp sound!Looks like her bell has dropped.However, you said, every time Flotte rings the bell, is it the sound of the bell, or the wailing sound of Duzrael, who is the bell pendant, bumping around?This is really a problem.

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Snape was sitting on the sofa in the hall of the Prince Manor, drinking coffee leisurely while watching the news of today's Daily Prophet, but the content was a bit boring to him...

Daily Prophet headline:

"The Childless and Widowed Mrs. Luster"

Recently, the biggest news in the wizarding world is that Dezrael Luster, the head of the Luster family, was found dead in a hotel, and was identified as sudden cardiac death by the forensic doctor. Mrs. Lester brought another blow to her life. Those present reported that Mrs. Lester passed out from crying on the spot. We hope she can get out of the shadows. The Daily Prophet will continue to follow up the report.

Daily Prophet entertainment section:

Is Mrs. Luster's life bad, or is her life too good? "

Recently, the newly promoted Mrs. Luster, the black widow, was judged by Gringotts as the sole heir of the Luster family property. For good luck?The specific content is transferred to the fifth section.

Snape curled his lips, and threw the Prophet newspaper on the coffee table in disgust, not wanting to read it at all, just tossing and turning it over and over.In such a whole newspaper, there is not a single section dedicated to the news of the potion science community, heh, it really is an era where entertainment is paramount.

While Snape was drinking coffee, there was a shout from the fireplace. It was Flott's voice: "Severus, get the medicine, come and help me!"

Snape sighed helplessly, put the teacup on the table, took the prepared medicine, and stepped into the fireplace. It seemed that the Thai had been caught, but to him, from the Thai wizard It might be a good thing to search for some special potion formula...

The author has something to say:

Bye bye, Dizrael, he's got his box lunch.But in this chapter, at least I tried my best to whitewash him. My description and foreshadowing of this character are really not good.

I have used this bell carefully enough to be extremely frightening!