HP's Wretched

The huge Luster Manor was empty, so empty that it seemed that breathing could produce echoes.The crystal chandelier hanging on the roof did not light up because of the setting sun. Except for the light reflected by the flame in the fireplace, the whole living room was completely dark.The fire in the fireplace was burning vigorously, but it still couldn't dispel the biting cold wind blowing in from the window.

Flotte is used to staying alone in the empty manor. She either closes her eyes and rests, or stares blankly at somewhere with a glass of wine. Loneliness has become commonplace. She neither hates this loneliness, nor Not like.

But in this silent and dark living room, it won't be so quiet forever.At this moment, a hand that looked like a dead wood quietly stretched out from the shadow behind the sofa, and the withered hand grabbed Flotte's neck fiercely in an instant, and then used a vicious and hoarse voice as if to With a chest-like voice, he said to Flotte on the sofa: "You bitch will go to hell!"

Flotte, who was sitting on the sofa, was not frightened by the sudden evil spirit, but still quietly closed her eyes and said with a smile, "I am going to hell? You have to get out of my bell first." She knew that the evil spirit who came to claim her life was her husband-Dizrael who was killed by her.

The evil spirit behind the sofa didn't let go, but still pinched Flote's neck, and the dark and rough nails sank deep into the flesh of the neck, but no matter how hard he pinched, Flotte ignored it.But how could there be only one person in this living room asking for his life.

On one side of the sofa, an old man with a pale face and blood spitting out crawled out from the edge of the darkness. A man who had been chopped off and only half-drawn came out. He dragged the body without a lower body with his arms, rubbed on the ground bit by bit, slowly crawled from the dark shadows to Flotte's feet, dragged Grabbing her ankles, trying to tear her apart, and the woman who came out from the other side of the room, covering her ears with a bloodless face in pain, and the headless woman who came out of the darkness The evil spirits that are still bleeding out, and... and... and...

They were all chanting, chanting a sentence: "You will go to hell, you will definitely go to hell..."

Flotte opened her eyes and glanced at the countless evil spirits that were rushing towards her and was about to tear her apart. She didn't feel scared at all, let alone the so-called evil spirits. The evil spirit who was pulling her ankle just kicked the evil spirit directly to the edge of the burning fireplace, watching the evil spirit screaming as it was burned.Flotte yelled at the evil ghosts in the room with a sharp voice: "So what if you go to hell, you ghosts can't beat me on the ground, and you can't beat me in hell either!"

Flotte broke free from all the evil spirits, stood up and kicked the few evil spirits that hadn't let go, and scolded with a smile: "You turned into evil spirits to come here to scare me, and you dare to play evil tricks on me?" Ghost kills! Oh, ridiculous! I dare to kill you, but I have never been afraid of your revenge! A bunch of trash!"

"Hey, my sister is so imposing. It's true that evil spirits are afraid of evil people." That was on the carpet not far from the sofa, where Nakedros Anderson died.A woman lying on her back, her body was lying on her back, but she turned her head and smiled at Flotte, the corners of her mouth were wide open, and the blood in her mouth kept gushing out as she spoke, "No matter how powerful you are! No matter what, it’s just a tool to be used by people.”

"You...you are the tool used by others! You and I...you and I are no different!" Flotte pointed at the woman and cursed, she had already thrown away her rationality and calm just now.

"Ahahahahaha!" The woman lying on the ground began to laugh harshly, the whole manor echoed this creepy laugh, and other ghosts kept chanting, "You are going to hell."

"You guys..." Flotte stepped back, raised her finger and was about to curse at the group of evil spirits, but was interrupted by a child's voice.

"Mom..." the child called softly, "Mom...Mom...I'm so uncomfortable..."

Flote turned her head to look for the sound, and found that the source of the sound was a little boy who appeared behind the sofa at an unknown time. That was her son——Tiger. Flotte ran to the little boy in panic and excitement. Knelt down in front of the little boy, gently grabbed his shoulders and said: "Mom, here, mother, here."

"Mom, I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable... so uncomfortable."

"You wait for mom, mom will find you the best tribute in the world, the best... the best incense, you... you will definitely come out soon." Flotte said tears streaming down her face, and her words changed. Got to choke up a lot.

"Mom, I... my stomach hurts."

"Stomach...stomach pain?" Flotte lowered her eyes and looked at Little Tiger's stomach, only to see that the stomach that was originally intact had a big opening from top to bottom, as if it had been squeezed. The scissors cut it open, and the blood overflowing from inside dripped to the floor, and the deep intestines also gushed out with the blood!

"Mom...Mom, why didn't you...take me...take me out of there...why did you stay for the money...why...why" said Tiger with blood spilling from his mouth The words were also muffled by the whimpers blocked by the blood in her mouth, but only the last sentence, like a meandering gnat, went straight into Flotte's ears, "Mom, I blame you for my death!!! "

In an instant, all the noisy accusations seemed to merge together, swallowing Flotte like a flood spreading upwards. The tears in her eyes were drowned in this flood of resentment. Every accusation echoed in her head, "You are a tool", "Mom, I blame you for my death", "You will go to hell sooner or later", she felt a headache...so painful, chest tightness, even She couldn't even breathe. She gulped in air with her body's instincts, but she was getting more and more suffocated, her chest was getting tighter and tighter, and she was dancing and struggling...

Until she finally wakes up...

……

It was a dream again, it was this nightmare again, but although the fear was in a dream, the pain on his body was real, the splitting headache, tightness in the chest, and the tearing pain spreading from the chest cavity, Now it is tormenting Flotte in reality.But it was these pains that made Flotte wake up from the nightmare.

Flotte pressed her chest, turned her body over with difficulty, and then stretched her arms as far as possible to open the drawer of the bedside table. She lay on the sweat-soaked pillow, and her arms were already trembling due to the pain in her chest. Reluctantly opening the drawer, he tremblingly took out the painkiller prepared in advance, and then poured the medicine into his mouth like a person in the desert who has been in a drought for a long time.In an instant, a feeling of icy cold spread all over the body, which will stop the pain just now.

That's right, this kind of pain and chest tightness has happened more than once, that's why Flotte prepared painkillers in the bedside table.However, she is not curious about the nightmares that haunt her every night, and she doesn't want to explore what caused her to have a splitting headache. The reason why she doesn't investigate is very simple. Health is about to disappear, so it is not unusual to have any symptoms.Flotte didn't know whether this health was taken away by the god of death or gradually lost. Regardless of the current situation, it should be biased towards the latter, which is good, at least it gave her some preparations.What are you going to do?She is going to continue to carry out revenge, her time is running out... That's right, she is a lunatic who is still thinking about revenge, what a lunatic.

Although Flotte's headache was barely stopped by the medicine, the tearing pain in her heart didn't improve much.Flotte felt that this pain was not the so-called piercing pain?Was it her punishment for breaking her oath to Snape?It seems that Snape should be in a trouble that can't be solved now, and she needs her to fulfill her oath to help him, but Flott didn't want to go to ask him what happened, after all, they have been together since that quarrel. I haven't spoken to each other for several months, it hurts as long as it hurts, isn't it just a heartache, anyway, she has suffered enough, it doesn't matter if there is one more...

Flotte reached out to touch the stone doll hanging around her neck, and it was still hanging on her neck peacefully with some of her body temperature.Flotte kneaded the stone doll with her fingers, silently suffering the pain from the long-term torment on her body, but she couldn't help but think of what Snape said when he argued with her that day, the phrase "put down the hatred, and have a good time." Half a lifetime", it's really easy to say, but it's not so easy to do, from the time when she replaced Dizrael on the battlefield to kill people, from the time when she was determined to take revenge, from the time when she sold her soul and future health to the God of Death At that time, there will be nothing good or bad in the rest of her life. To be honest, Flotte feels that the meaning of her existence in this world and the thoughts in her mind seem to be revenge... No, there is another thought, that is Death, yes, she wanted to die very much, and if she was like this before the two-year period, wouldn't she suffer even more when she really lost her health?So she was scared, really scared, she wanted to die, but she couldn't...

Flotte kneaded the stone doll on her chest with her fingers, but she muttered in her mouth: "Son, isn't mother very cowardly? I haven't arrived in two years, so I'm afraid of this, but...but I really I can't take it anymore, I really want to die...I really want to."

I don't know how long it has been, but the pain on Flotte's body seems to have almost disappeared. She slowly sat up and tried to pull herself together. After all, she can't die now, and she can't die, so there are still many things to do. what to do.

She stood up slowly and walked to the dressing table. The face of the person in the mirror was pale and terrifying. It seemed that she would have to dress up when she visited Malfoy's house.Things on the dressing table were very messy. Apart from the cosmetics, there were also a few account books of the potion shop and an open letter scattered about. The contents of the letter had been destroyed by Flotte for a long time, but The envelope that was torn apart had not had time to be destroyed, but it turned out to be a phoenix stitched together on the wax paint of the envelope...

Flotte has no advantages, but she is very self-aware. She insists on taking over the work of clearing accounts from Lucius Malfoy even though she clearly doesn't know how to settle accounts. This is contrary to her advantages, but it should be proved by her One unsavory trait of the genus: cunning.

The author has something to say:

I have always firmly believed that good people have good rewards and bad people have bad rewards, and Flotte is not a kind of kindness, so this chapter focuses on describing her retribution, and by the way, I will bury the foreshadowing of the third volume. To be honest, I think I wrote this girl. The most successful part of the Lord is her cunning and cruelty, and occasionally makes you feel sorry for her, haha.

The next chapter is to continue to advance the prophecy. Although Flott and Snape have not completely reconciled, they should work together to advance the plot. I will follow the fate of the Harry family, Voldemort and the Longbottom family. Lott's revenge and the fulfillment of the oath to Snape were strung together to a large extent, but the final result completely restored the content of the original work. I also buried a lot of foreshadowing in front of it. After reading the last few chapters, you can guess how my brain was developed, that is, adapting and following the original work, I can only say that everything is due to fate.I feel like the second volume has 62 chapters Q_Q

After all, the first book, sometimes the rhythm is not good, the writing is not good, forgive me, I will work hard to improve.If you think I can save you, comment and bookmark it^ω^