HP's Wretched

"Mrs. Luster, you are here. Come on, please come inside."

Flotte handed the silver-gray umbrella to the manager of the pharmacy who came out to greet her, then gathered the gray fur on her body, and walked into the store.She was running the store in partnership with Snape and Lucius Malfoy.

Half a year has passed since the death of Nacredros Anderson (Flott's eldest sister), and Lucius Malfoy has completed the finishing work, merging Anderson and Buford's potions business into his own Yes, it basically monopolizes the entire British potion industry.Of course, according to the original contract, the industry is jointly owned by the three of them. Malfoy is the largest shareholder and is responsible for making decisions about the potion industry. Needless to say, Snape is definitely responsible for the research and development of potions. As for Flotte , it is to check the accounts and be responsible for the purchase of medicinal materials.Checking and managing purchases is not difficult for Flotte, but she is really not very good at managing accounts.

However, just because Flote is not good at it doesn't mean that others are not good at it. The 5.00% stake she obtained from Malfoy is not for nothing.

Stepping into the door of the pharmacy headquarters, a gust of warm wind cuts off the moisture of the rainy day outside, and there are pre-prepared drying spells on both sides of the door to dry the fur coat on Flott's body.Looking at the endless stream of female customers in the pharmacy, Flotte couldn't help smacking her lips, admiring Lucius Malfoy's ability to collect money from women, and couldn't help but think of Snape's broken expression when he developed the beauty potion, In an instant, Flotte felt extraordinarily happy.Flott looked at the store manager at the side and asked, "Where's Sibney (the Muggle who eloped with Flott's second sister)?"

"Looking at the accounts upstairs."

"Well, take me there."

That's right, the 5.00% stake that was hacked at the beginning was finally given to Sibney.

"You are so serious about checking the accounts. It seems that I am giving you the 5.00% shares. It is really the right person." As soon as Flotte stepped into the room, she saw Sibney who was checking the accounts very seriously.

When Sibney heard someone's voice, he quickly raised his head and said with a gentle smile, "I'm just doing my job."

"How is Orion doing?"

Hearing Flotte talking about Orion, Sibney couldn't help but sighed and said, "Oh, it's still the same, and I still haven't woken up."

"I'll wake up one day sooner or later." When Flotte said this, she didn't look at Sibney, but responded perfunctorily, and then changed the subject, "Have the accounts been sorted out?"

"It's almost finished, you can check it out." After speaking, Sibney vacated the seat to Flotte.

After taking her seat, Flotte took out the arranged accounts and looked through them, praising Sibney's management ability in her heart. The person her sister was looking for was indeed a good person, but he was too simple and kind.

Sibney dismissed the store manager standing at the door, closed the door and said to Flott in a low voice: "Recently, Malfoy has provided more and more potions to the Death Eaters."

"As much as you want, remember to take his account, if he is not willing to tell me." Flotte knew in her heart what Sibney was going to say next.

"I'm not talking about money, it's...are we helping the evil if we sell it to the Death Eaters like this?"

Flotte's gaze shifted from the ledger to Sibney's face, and said with a smile: "You also said that it was provided by Malfoy himself, and I let you leave his account again, just write it off."

"But..." Sibney looked at Flotte hesitantly, and finally said with determination, "Why don't you stop me?"

"Oh" Flotte sneered, "How can we stop? Although this store has nothing to do with the Death Eaters in terms of shares, its rapid development is all thanks to the force behind the Dark Lord. Dead Apostles can’t leave the relationship alone, not to mention your expenses at Buford’s house, but all the life-sustaining nutrient potions that Orion uses now come from this store, so don’t play tricks, let’s talk to you Don't worry about anything that doesn't matter."

Sibney frowned, he knew that what Flotte said was very reasonable, after all, he was not alone now, he still had Orion.Although Old Buford's inheritance was clearly reserved for Orion, but with the precedent of the Anderson family's extermination, even if the extermination of the family cannot be separated from him, he also understands that it is impossible to defend it by himself This part of the family property.The so-called collusion with the Order of the Phoenix was just an excuse to kill people greedily to monopolize the British potion industry, and the next ones to face this problem were him and Orion.In order to survive, he had no choice but to agree to cooperate with Malfoy and hand over the property of the Buford family to ensure that he and Orion had no worries about food and clothing.In the face of power and the confrontation between black and white in the magical world, he, an ordinary wizard, is indeed too small.

Flotte looked at the reluctant Sibney and said: "You are not a messenger of justice, nor a savior. The most important thing is to live well, don't worry about the rest."

Sibney nodded, and stopped talking about this topic, but reported another matter to Flott: "Malfoy left a document that day, let me show you."

Flotte took the material and looked at it. The content of the material is very simple, it is the information on the expansion of the French potion industry. Flotte asked: "What does the expansion of the French potion have to do with me?"

"He seems to mean to let you go to France to operate."

"Oh, let me go to France, he really dares to say." Flotte sneered, "The major shareholders are all his, and he wants to transfer me out. Is it possible that I, a widow, will kick him out? go down?"

"Actually, I don't think Malfoy wants you to go to France. It's not a bad thing for you." Sibney said, "Now that Britain is controlled by Death Eaters, it's not peaceful at all, but it's safe to go to France."

Flotte leaned back again, thinking about Sibney's words. Of course, she knew that going to France was not a bad thing. It would be fine if she went to France after the two-year period was over, but her plan was not over yet. Yes, it's not over yet.

Flotte returned the information in her hand to Sibney and said, "I don't want to leave yet."

"Are you really not leaving? This is a good opportunity, because in the British battle situation, no one knows which side will win, in case... in case the Death Eaters lose..."

That's right, if the Death Eaters were defeated, there must be a lot of people involved.Flotte thought about it, and she admitted that this sentence went to her heart.The Death Eaters were defeated, and she didn't care if it involved her. Once the two-year period came, life and death would not be a problem for Flotte, not to mention that she had the Lestrange couple threatening her. Evidence and agreement, and there is no sign of a Death Eater on her body. Dizrael, who was originally a Death Eater, has already been buried in the ground, let alone digging up his body. Doubt again?As for Malfoy, it was easy to get rid of the crime with his connections and abilities.What about Snape?Yes, and Snape!What if something happened to him?

Thinking of this, Flotte, who was leaning on the back of the chair, froze. After all, Snape was not only a Death Eater, but he was not as good as Malfoy in terms of connections and power. If something happened, he should How to separate the relationship?No, she can't be unprepared for this matter, she owes Snape a big favor, if the Dark Lord falls and Snape is thrown into Azkaban, even if she swore to Snape, she will do it for him Anything he wanted to do, but once this person was convicted, the oath would have no essential meaning, and she had to consider Snape's options as early as possible, which could be regarded as repaying his favor.

Flotte, who had made up her mind, looked at Sibney and said, "Forget it, give me the information about opening a store in France, and I'll take a look. By the way, did Malfoy say that I must go, or do you know Do you know if he already talked to Severus Snape?"

Sibney handed the materials to Flotte, shook his head and said, "I don't know too much."

"Okay, I got it." Flotte sorted out the documents and shrunk them down and put them in a bag, then said to Sibney, "Go back and take care of Orion first, I'll continue to check the accounts."

Sibney nodded and left without saying anything, closing the door behind him.At the moment when the door was about to close, he suddenly remembered that night at Luster Manor half a year ago, and the man named Snape that Flott had just mentioned.

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On the night half a year ago, when Sibney was still shocked by the information he overheard, the door connecting the corridor and the living room in front of him suddenly opened, and what appeared in front of him was a black-haired, black-eyed man. The gloomy-faced man, the man's face is very familiar, he should have seen or even had an intersection, but he can't remember the specifics.

"It's you." The man said in an extremely affirmative tone.

Just as Sibney was about to make an excuse, he saw the black-haired man give him a cold look and close the door behind him, signaling him to go out and talk, so Sibney nodded.

"Mr. Sibney Brown, I believe Hogwarts taught you that eavesdropping is not a good behavior." The man's eyes were full of absolute disdain and ridicule.

"You know me?" Sibney asked suspiciously.

"We met at the Slug Club, my name is Severus Snape." Still in that disdainful tone.

As soon as he heard the name, Sibney immediately recalled it in his mind. He was the very talented junior boy Orion had always admired and the hottest potion master in Britain today.

Looking at Sibney's shocked expression, Snape raised his eyebrows and said, "Looking at your expression, you should have remembered, so tell me, why did you appear here?"

The sense of oppression in the other party's tone made Sibney very uncomfortable. He had already experienced this kind of oppression with Flotte last time, so he said a little uncomfortably: "I want to come and ask, is there any in Anderson?" Find the secret recipe that can save Orion from waking up."

Snape stared at Spoony for a moment, as if trying to find something out of his face or thinking about something, but then he didn't answer the question, but changed the subject to an unimportant one: "How do you came in?"

Sibney didn't notice that Snape was deliberately changing the subject, so he said sincerely: "Widuo used to be the elf of the Buford family, and now she was brought here by Flott. It knows me and brought me here. put it in."

"Then why are you eavesdropping?"

"I didn't eavesdrop...I...I just heard voices inside. I don't know if it's convenient for Fang to go in..."

Snape's eyes became even colder for a moment, as if examining a liar.

Seeing this expression, Sibney panicked all of a sudden, and he hurriedly said tremblingly, "I...I admit that I overheard a little bit."

Snape didn't speak, and his expression didn't soften in any way.

"I...I want to ask you, how...how did her child die? I heard her keep mentioning that she wanted to avenge her child..."

"Curiosity killed the cat, I think you must have heard of Mr. Spoony Brown?" Snape recalled in a low and silky voice.

"Is... is it, it has something to do with my elopement with Orion."

"Oh." Snape laughed mockingly, "It's true that your elopement has changed a lot, but I'm not obliged to tell you the details, and I'm not interested in telling you." Snape was ready to go out after speaking.

"Wait!" Spuni called to stop Snape, "Just tell me, is her child's death related to us?"

Snape seemed to think for a moment and replied, "Related, at least from what she thinks so."

Hearing this sentence, Sibney didn't answer or ask any more questions, but just stayed where he was in a daze.But the strange thing is that Snape didn't continue to move forward, but suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, Mr. Sibney Brown, it's a pity that we didn't find anything about the secret recipe in Anderson's house."

After speaking, Snape walked away without waiting for Spuni's answer.Perhaps none of Sibney's generation would know that when Snape said this, he was holding Anderson's secret formula that could unlock the secret medicine of sleep on his chest.

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Back to now.As usual, Flotte offered incense and food to the Gumantong who sealed the little tiger in Luster Manor, and then ate alone at a large dining table, but today she Looking at the information on the French shop, I was not in the mood to eat.

The main reason why she is not in the mood is that she is hesitant about how to tell Snape about letting him go to France, and more importantly, how to persuade him to let him agree to go. After all, as long as he is willing, the Dark Lord and Malfoy only need to If it is not about profit, it will not be too difficult to stop. Flott is still confident that he can find a way to lure Malfoy to agree to persuade the Dark Lord to transfer Snape over.Although going to France may not be able to escape the control of the Death Eaters, but if the Death Eaters are defeated, they will be implicated and sanctioned in France much less, and they should be able to fool them with a little money.But the key is, how should she persuade this stubborn donkey to agree to go to France?

Somewhat discouraged, Flott threw the information on the table, and then took out a dark green handkerchief from her pocket. That's right, this handkerchief was handed to Flott by Snape on the day Nakedros died. The piece of tears.Flott put the handkerchief on the dining table, then raised her eyebrows and asked very seriously at the handkerchief: "Severus Snape, would you like to go to France?"

Living in a huge manor, no one talks, and it must be a bit abnormal if it is not crazy. Obviously, Flote is already a bit abnormal.

"You don't want to go. You don't want to go without asking why." Still talking to the handkerchief.

"No matter what you do, you don't want to go, cut, stubborn donkey, uninteresting black bat, going to France will also lower the average romantic level of other French men." Still talking to himself...

"You said it would be better for me to call you over for dinner and talk about it, or should I talk about it by the way when we talk about business next time?" He said to himself...

"What? Don't mock me if you don't know. Let me tell you, it's not good for you to come over for dinner. It's bad for your reputation to keep running to the house of my famous black widow in the magic world. Of course, I don't care about it. , anyway, I haven’t done anything good. Good reputation has nothing to do with me. The key is you. Don’t let gossip make you unable to marry a wife. Your emotional intelligence may lead you to die alone. As a friend, I can’t hurt you As for discussing business, tsk tsk tsk, there is an annoying Malfoy in the way, if it weren't for the fact that he is my godson's father, I would have..." before Flotte finished talking to herself Suddenly, a green flame burst out from the fireplace in Luster Manor, someone is coming!Seeing this sudden scene, Flotte hurriedly put the dark green handkerchief on the table back into her pocket, and pretended to be calm to cover up the panic just now.

What came out of the fireplace was the real Snape that Flott had been looking for all along (Author: Ahem, the real one is out, don't talk about the handkerchief. Flott: Excruciating!).

Flotte raised a smirk and said, "Hey, what brought you here, why didn't you say hello in advance?"

Snape couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he looked at Flotte, who was smiling so fake. He usually didn't call to take care of him when he was in an emergency. Did he sleep too hard today?Of course, Snape didn't express what was in his heart except for showing contempt and suspicion, but said, "I have something to ask you."

Flotte glanced at the information on the French store at hand, thinking that if she didn't do one thing, it would be better to hit the other day, and now should be the best time, so she also smiled and said, "It's just right, I have something to look for you too."

"what's up?"

Flotte handed the materials in her hand to Snape and said: "Our potion industry is going to develop in France, so we want to open a branch in France. I think it would be good for you to go."

Looking at the material and listening to Flott's words, Snape couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows. Why did he suddenly mention letting him go to France, so he directly refused: "I won't go, Your Highness will arrange for me I can't get away from the mission."

Task?Flott looked up at Snape anxiously and asked, "What mission."

"He wants me to go to Hogwarts to be a potions professor and break into the Order of the Phoenix to steal secrets."

"What! Let you be a spy beside Dumbledore!"

The author has something to say:

The line of fatal blow is the beginning.

In fact, I think this chapter is quite sweet when I read it carefully. First of all, Flotte started to care about Snape. Even though the main purpose is to return favors, it is still cute to talk to herself in front of the handkerchief that has not been returned (I I tried my best, I tried my best, even if the writing was weird).Snape was also willing to respect Flott's ideas first, instead of just starting from his own point of view.It can be regarded as seeing Flotte as a friend. For example, he clearly carried Anderson's secret recipe in his arms, and obviously Orion treated him well when he was a student, but Snape still didn't directly give the secret recipe to Sibney. Instead, consider Flote's attitude towards them, and want to leave it to Flott to make this decision. (Okay, the plot is slow, but at least there is progress!!)

The next chapter may be slightly abused (actually, I don’t know what level of abuse is considered for you), anyway, the two will quarrel, after all, they are both stubborn people, and Snape’s three views are not crooked. Big right and wrong include looking at Flott from the perspective of an outsider. He may not support Flott's ideas, so sooner or later the two will have a quarrel over their insistence, and it will be a running-in.

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