HP's Wretched

Snape saw that Flott stood up excitedly after hearing the news, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said: "Slughorn (Snape's former head of Slytherin) is a fool who sees the situation getting worse and worse. I was nervous, so I resigned, and now the positions of Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin House are vacant, so it's just right for me to go."

"That's not what I mean. You just said that the situation is tense now. If Dumbledore discovers your identity after you pass by, he will definitely take you first. No, it's too dangerous." Flotte vetoed , "Before the Dark Lord makes an agreement, and that old fox Slughorn has not left, you must seize this opportunity and go to France as soon as possible. I will find a way now."

"What's the matter with you today, what you keep talking about is asking me to leave England."

"I don't just want you to leave England, it would be best if you quit the Death Eaters." Originally, Flott just wanted to mention the matter of going to France with Snape, and then grind it slowly, but when she heard that she wanted to To be sent as a spy for Dumbledore was no small matter.

Quit Death Eaters?Snape's eyes darkened, and then he snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, I don't think you woke up today, did this Death Eater come and go whenever he wanted? What's the consequence of betraying the Dark Lord? Could it be that you have forgotten all of them?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten, and I also know that quitting is impossible, so I want to give you the opportunity to go to France. Anyway, our potion industry is working for the Dark Lord. If you go to open up the French market, you think he He won’t say anything for the reason of subduing the French believers, anyway, I can’t watch you do such a dangerous job as a spy.” Flotte secretly rejoiced that she had such an opportunity today, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to let Snell Pu pushed the spy mission.

"What happened to you today? Who mentioned the opening of a branch in France?"

"The thing was left by Lucius Malfoy to ask me. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but it suddenly occurred to me, what if... if the Death Eaters are defeated, what should you do?"

"I don't know when you gained the ability to predict?" The tone was still sarcastic, but the tone was a little softer, "I'm sure about my affairs."

"Sure? What are you sure about? Are you fleeing after being discovered, or do you want to go to Azkaban and get out of prison?"

Snape didn't answer this question directly, but asked sideways: "Flott, since you think going to France is so good, why don't you go yourself?"

"I can't go." Flotte said firmly, "I...my plan is not over yet, and the two-year period is half a year away, so I must hurry up..."

"Hurry up?" Snape interrupted Flott, "Have you not finished your revenge yet? Who else do you want to kill?"

Flott didn't hear the impatience in Snape's tone, but still expressed her own thoughts: "If Dizrael hadn't lost his mana at that time, then everything after that wouldn't have happened. I hurt him back then. It was the Longbottoms who lost their mana, and... and the one who sent him on a mission..."

"Isn't it the Dark Lord? You still want revenge on the Dark Lord, don't you? Heh, why didn't you say that it was the entire Order of the Phoenix and the entire Death Eaters who made you like this? Why didn't you take revenge on them all? Kill them as well Wouldn't it be better for me?"

"What do you mean by that?" Flott heard the disdain in Snape's tone, so she asked in confusion.

"Didn't you always boast that your ability to perceive words and emotions is better than ordinary people? Why can't you understand the meaning of this sentence? Well, let me explain it to you." Snape's voice was deep and terrifying, even calm at ordinary times. There was also an angry look on his face, "I promised you to avenge you, but for you, I hope you can let go and live the rest of your life well, instead of revenge more and more like now! Flotte, you participate After this war, you also know that the current situation is turbulent, and many people die every day! War! This is war! If you insist on counting what they owe you, you may not be able to kill them all! As for you alone, let’s not talk about whether the Dark Lord can touch a single strand of his hair, just talk about the Longbottoms, they are the elites of the Order of the Phoenix, you..."

"Enough!" Flott's shrill voice interrupted Snape, "What do you know? Yes, wars have ruined many people, but why should they ruin my family and my life? How the hell are you going to endure like a virgin and live? Severus Snape, why are you teaching me?"

"Then why do you arrange my choice?" Snape asked rhetorically.

"Okay, I'm not qualified. It's because I did nothing. It's because I'm worrying about you for nothing. You will never turn back if you hit the wall, and you will never give up if you don't kill yourself!"

Snape sneered again, and mocked maliciously: "Oh, if I don't hit the south wall and don't turn back, you turn back? Don't you still think that you are invincible in the world, and run to be cannon fodder for the Dark Lord? joke?"

"You are the joke! You... what are you joining the Death Eaters for, isn't it power and money? Now you have everything, you are the youngest master of potions, and you share the entire Dividends from the British potion industry, what else do you want to be attached to among the Death Eaters? Why, you really believe in him! You also do such a lifeless job as a spy, don’t think I don’t know you I want to get close to Lily Evans in another way, oh, I forgot, she is Mrs. Potter now! You will never have a chance!"

"Shut up!" Snape's hand was already touching the wand on the cuff according to the reaction habit, but the opponent was Flott after all, so he still held back this movement.However, this subtle movement was still noticed by Flotte.

Flott knew that what she said was serious, and she also knew that it hit Snape's softest weakness. She regretted that she had no worries at all when she got angry for a while, but she didn't want to admit her mistake. She lost so much, for her son What happened to revenge?Why should it be considered a death joke?What happened to her wanting Snape out of the hands of the Death Eaters?This is also to hope that he can live safely and well, but why should he even give up everything for that woman who can never be saved and contact her?

Flotte restrained her mind, her nose was a little sore, but her eyes kept her tears from flowing weakly, and she let out a cold snort, and then said unforgivingly: "Why, are you ready to draw out your wand? Mrs. Potter is really important to you." Flott continued with a wry smile, "Severus Snape, don't forget, I swear to you, when you really want to do something in your heart If I don’t help you, I will feel a terrible pain, but I don’t feel any feeling at all now, what does this mean? Even you yourself are wavering about continuing to be a Death Eater!”

Snape didn't answer Flott's accusation immediately, but loosened his clenched fist, took out a bottle of golden potion from his pocket, put it on the table and said: "From the day you killed Anderson When I was a family, I got the secret recipe of this secret medicine, and I collected the materials for nearly half a year and researched it for a long time before I successfully brewed it. I came here to give it to you. I promised you to avenge you, so I respect it. Your choice, instead of feeding it directly to Orion Buford, it's up to you to decide now, whether to let go of everything, or continue to struggle endlessly in hatred."

"I don't want her to wake up." Flotte said calmly, "What is she doing when she wakes up? Look at this home that I have tossed about, or wake up and laugh at me, who lost everything and didn't even protect her son, and finally became a person who is under your control. A lunatic who only sees hatred in his eyes?"

"You can figure it out, I won't interfere with you anymore, and I don't need you to interfere with my choice." After Snape finished speaking, without even looking at Flott, he turned and stepped into the fireplace to follow The flame rises and disappears.

Flott shouted at Snape's disappearing figure, "Don't interfere, don't interfere!" Then she rolled up the documents on French industrial development and threw them directly into the fireplace. Raising his hand, he completely burned those documents to ashes, and then picked up the secret antidote that Snape put down before he left, and wanted to smash it to the ground, but the hand still didn't release.

Angrily, Flotte put the medicine bottle back on the table, and angrily and slightly aggrieved, she approached the burning fireplace, took out the dark green handkerchief in her pocket, and wanted to throw it into the stove as well. He was so happy to be burned to ashes, but no matter how cruel he was, he didn't throw the handkerchief into the stove. In the end, Flotte could only sigh, threw the handkerchief on the ground far away from the stove, and stepped on it a few times. The feet are the rest.

The author has something to say:

Sometimes quarreling is the easiest way to say the most hurtful words to each other, especially when two people have Slytherin-style awkwardness. I am afraid that there will be a cold war for a while, but the time is not long, after all, the prophecy is coming.

The second volume is finally almost finished, congratulations.I think what I wrote is not bad, bookmark and comment!